[ fan fiction! Write me a fan fiction!]
[nooo I cannot! The holiday season is upon me with---]
[::SLAP::]
[::whispers to self:: carols and yuletides and festive foolish shopping]
Lorna rolled her eyes back as her head tilted to the side, weary with boredom. Waiting, waiting, always waiting; with still 45 minutes left. She sat up now, ran her fingers through her loosely curly (natural) green hair. She'd been spinning a toaster oven on its axis for sometime now, through her powers of magnetism. Marvelous, indeed.
Bored again with conventional appliances, she magnetized the toaster over back where she found it; on the floor from another kid's mutant temper tantrum. She found most kids' here to be blasé and immature. So when came the opportunity for this 15 year-old girl to vay-cay the mansion, she took it.
And another thing to add upon irritation of this Mistress of Magnetism, was a growing itch on her ankle, thus from her shins down was tightly nestled in her leather boot.
"Arggg!!" she kicked the counter, hoping the jarring movement of her leg would satisfy the itch's craving to be scratched, but there was no avail. Bending over while wiggling and rubbing her ankle region of the boot was not a safe and balanced activity to do upon a high stool. In that, Lorna fell off in the clumsiest fashion. Take this, to not be a good day.
[nooo I cannot! The holiday season is upon me with---]
[::SLAP::]
[::whispers to self:: carols and yuletides and festive foolish shopping]
Lorna rolled her eyes back as her head tilted to the side, weary with boredom. Waiting, waiting, always waiting; with still 45 minutes left. She sat up now, ran her fingers through her loosely curly (natural) green hair. She'd been spinning a toaster oven on its axis for sometime now, through her powers of magnetism. Marvelous, indeed.
Bored again with conventional appliances, she magnetized the toaster over back where she found it; on the floor from another kid's mutant temper tantrum. She found most kids' here to be blasé and immature. So when came the opportunity for this 15 year-old girl to vay-cay the mansion, she took it.
And another thing to add upon irritation of this Mistress of Magnetism, was a growing itch on her ankle, thus from her shins down was tightly nestled in her leather boot.
"Arggg!!" she kicked the counter, hoping the jarring movement of her leg would satisfy the itch's craving to be scratched, but there was no avail. Bending over while wiggling and rubbing her ankle region of the boot was not a safe and balanced activity to do upon a high stool. In that, Lorna fell off in the clumsiest fashion. Take this, to not be a good day.