I'm having a bit of writer's block... Anyway. What to write. Iv'e been on google looking for suggestions. Nothing. I need something to write about. Anyway. I think I'm going to write something, anything. Anyway I have a IDEA! All about CP. You know on youtube. All of those stupid videos. Mean Mumu On CP. And all that stuff. Anyway. This is gonna be such drama. I'm going to start adding famous quotes before my stories! Yay! They will have nothing to do with the story. Anyway...

CP doesn't belong to me. Neither do the quotes.

"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."

-Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)

Little Rosie didn't like her Mumu. She was always mean. She had a bed while Rosie slept on a small pillow in the corner. She wasn't feed good food. Just rotten stuff while she watched her Mumu eating Pizza that she ordered from the Pizza Shop. Rosie had never ever dared to run away because she knew when she was caught, the punishment would be cruel. Very cruel.

She was always pushed and shoved and hurt. Whenever she was hurt she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't give her Mumu the glee of seeing her cry. She always wore a cheap green apron. She lived in the cold basement while her Mumu lived upstairs.

The basement was a old dance studio. The floor flicked with old life once in a while. Rosey hated the old house. Once and a while she could hear the floors creaking. She was always up late doing the dishes while her Mumu slept. If Rosey didn't do what she was told she was locked in the closet. Rosie wanted to run away. She hadn't seen light ever since she had been adopted from the Pet Shop. Rosie heard a floor board creak.

She's probally coming to wake me up. That evil monster. She is proud of who she is but how could she? All she is, is a cruel evil women who hates Pookies.

Suddenly a pookie was shoved down the stairs. Some clothes were thrown after her.

"Get dressed!" Screamed a voice.

The pookie was holding a red apron. She had her hair in pigtails like Rosie's.

"Wewo..." Whispered the small pookie. "Is swe alway wike dis?"

Rosie nodded. "Betta gwet on wour work cwoses."

"Otay!"

They both got on their work clothes. And walked upstairs.

"You, in the kitchen" Said the Mumu pointing at Rosie.

"Wes Mumu..." Muttered Rosie heading into the beautiful kitchen.

Rosie started by cleaning the plates. Then she started cleaning the fridge out. She put all the rotten food in the garbage can. Rotten pizza... Rotten fruit...

She finished sorting though the fridge.

"You! Set the table NOW! I'm having friends over. Set it for five!"

Rosie sighed. She took out some knifes, forks and spoons. She set the table first with the forks. Then so on. Soon she had finished.

"Done Mumu!"

"MAKE DINNER THEN! I WANT YOU TO MAKE STUFFED TURKEY!"

Rosie sighed. She walked to the kitchen, and she saw the other pookie there.

Rosie stood beside her. "What's your name?"

"I'm Avery." Said the pookie. "What's your name?"

"I'm Rosie. i been hwere fwor wears."

"Does shwe wet us have sick days?"

"No..."

"You two, my friends are here! Have you finished? Now, downstairs!"

"Wes Mumu" They both said heading downstairs.

"I have a idea!" Said Avery.

"What?"

-Oooooo. Cliffie! Hope you enjoy. Please review. I don't care if it is saying it's bad or good. Any way CP doesnt belong to me. None of this does. Except the plot. Anyway I'd like five reviews before I continue... Is that asking much? Have any suggestions? Post them. Sorry about baby talk? I had writers block. Just trying to get rid of it...