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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:19 pm
Gwen's hand snapped out at an unnerving speed and she twisted the girl's ear hard.
"You will learn respect, you little guttersnipe."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:21 pm
Mishka gave a yelp of surprise and pain, twisting and turning in an attempt to get free.
"Oooogh! I oughta split you right up th' middle and scoop out your goo and feed it to my friends!" she squealed angrily. "Ugh, ugh! Nasty creature, no good! FINE, lemme go, I'll push it! GUH!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:23 pm
Gwen wasn't afraid of threats. What could any 'friend' of Mishka's do to her, 12 year old or violent fire-breathing dragon?!
"Good. And the sheep's name is Suzie, by the way. I'm Gwendolyn Tine, and this is David."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEHN."
"Shhhh~"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:28 pm
"Mishka," the girl said resentfully, rubbing her injured ear. "Lessgo a'ready, I got other stuff t'do."
Ugh, ugh! If only Dallas were there! He'd fix her good, this lady with her weird worm-kid and her sheep! ...well, not really, but he liked to give slimy kisses and whatever he used for spit was really, REALLY gross-colored.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:29 pm
Gwen headed off, leading Mishka through the city and out of it, down strange abandoned paths and roads that weren't paved, all on foot. The only sound from anyone in her family was the occasional excited bleating of Suzie, who always loved a good ride.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:31 pm
Fuming and grumbling, Mishka wrapped her scarf around her head until the whole of it was swathing it, leaving very little room for air to come through.
"Why you live so far away, lady," she asked, her voice muffled. "Dontcha want friends t'bug you and be close and like you?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:34 pm
"When I was born, there weren't people around to be close to," Gwen sighed, "The closest was a family 6 miles down that road there." She pointed in the direction of some well-known old stone ruins. It had become a make-out point of sorts over time.
"I only have one friend anyway, and I visit her when I want."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:37 pm
Mishka gave a grunt, tripping over a tree root and landing flat on her scarf-padded face. She got up again and pushed the stroller onward, still fuming.
"You should find people and cut 'em up and make friends," she said plainly. "Like that guy from that book with that monster even though they weren't friends and everyone died at the end."
She gave an impolite snort at Gwen's allegation that she actually had a friend. Yeah. Right.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:41 pm
"Frankenstein doesn't die," Gwen said offhandedly and then shook her head, "Either way, I'm fine living where and how I am."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:43 pm
" 'cause you got nothin' better to do," Mishka muttered rebelliously. At an audible volume she asked, "We there yet?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:45 pm
"You're a terrible child," was all Gwen said in response, but they soon broke into a field scattered with wildflowers. A little hut sat in the middle.
"There. We need to go in there."
By now, David had stopped crying and was watching this new girl curiously. Mean girl. Didn't like her. Knocked him over. Scared him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:47 pm
"Betcher butt I am," Mishka said, unravelling her scarf from her face and readjusting it over her shoulder. "Means I'm more interestin' than some goody-goody two shoe-four-eye-tinsel-tooth NERD. Which I'm not."
She caught David's eye and her nose wrinkled.
"Shake yer head, yer eyes're stuck."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:48 pm
David threw his bandages at her. Gwen scolded him quietly.
"It doesn't make you interesting. It makes people dislike you. Hate you, even." She held open her front door, face still serious.
"Just push it in there."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:54 pm
Pushing the stroller in silently, Mishka threw her pigtails out of her face and glared up at Gwen.
"So WHAT," she said angrily. "Nobody likes me 'cept for my FRIENDS and they're all I need 'cause they don't YELL or HIT or tell me I'm a accident or that I'm a brat or that I'm a monkey and they LIKE ME."
Her face scarlet with rage, Mishka turned on her heel and blew her nose into her scarf noisily.
"AND YOU'RE HORRIBLE."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:57 pm
"I would be quite nice if you hadn't hurt my son, tried to abscond with stolen goods, and then tried to blame it all on me," Gwen said, arching a brow as she closed the door.
"And your friends, who ever they are, will never be real people." Ooh. Burn.
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