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Amelia stared at her empty piece of paper, thinking of what to draw. She picked up her pencil and drew a circle. Inside the circle, she drew a head with short blonde hair and blue eyes. Her baby sister. On the forhead of her drawing, she drew her knife, and colored some red blood under it.
"Perfect... she looks better this way. She was always whining and crying..." Amelia said, laughing. "This way she won't cry as much."
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
"Why'd you eat it...? That was my picture.... it was...it was..." she stammered. She did miss her baby sister, but she just wouldn't be quiet. It had to be done.
Amelia stared coldly at Damien. "Your annoying." she said. She took out her spare knife and started carving her desk again.
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
"Pretty." Damien cooed, making a grab for the knife. He tripped and stumbled. He tried to stroke the blad of the knife, not the sharp part though. And... I not annoying." he put his hand into his blonde hair.
Amelia rolled her eyes. "Yes you are. Just like my baby sister was. I had to stab her to stop her from making so much noise." Amelia said, then she laughed.
"This art cl*censored* is boring..." she put her hands on her cheeks.
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
"What's your name?"
"Bob, sir."
"Bob. I like Bob."
"It's a sacred name, sir."
"All right, your Sacred Bob."
Hai. Call meh Pengui or I'll steal your cookies >:3
Feather sat scrunched in a ball in the old cracked pleather seat of the cop car.Her long hair fell over her face.She knew going to school late was just going to make her more noticable to the crazies.The car pulled up to a large brick building.Fear shot through her back,she shuddered.The man opeed the door his face sullen and cold as stone.She slowly got up.Her eyes stung with tears she tried deperatley to hold back.SHe walked along up the side walk and into the prison.She looked in and the smell of strong disinfectant stung her nose.Every inch of it was white this was much like a hospital cept' there they help people here they....SHe didnt want to think about it.They took her to a small room that seemed to have been an 'art'room.SHe loved to draw,well she called it drawing.She looked at the cut into flowers on her arm and smiled.Then looked up to the kid wiht white hair who seemed pretty sane compared to the rest of em and sat down.She looked at him "um...hey im Feather"
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