Nevada was very mean. He often picked on Missouri because she was so small. Utah was his buddy, and acted a little nicer than Nevada.
Missouri was running from Nevada. "Hey puny girl, come back!" Nevada teased. Missouri quickly ran but a foot tripped her. It was Utah! "Come here little girl." Utah yelled. Nevada caught up, and went to punch little Missouri. "No! Stop! Let me go Utah!' She screamed. Before Nevada's fist punched her, a hand grabbed it. Nevada looked up and saw the scary face of North Dakota. "Hello! I am sorry about this, it just looked like you were being mean to little Missouri here!" North Dakota said, with a smile on his adorable face. "AHH!" Nevada and Utah screamed. Utah let go of Missouri and went next to Nevada. "W-We are sorry Mr. Dakota." Nevada said, afraid of him. They both bowed and ran away. "Thank you!" Missouri yelled, hugging him. "No problem!" North Dakota said, smiling. Missouri quickly ran home. Everyone is afraid of poor Mr. Dakota, Missouri thought. Its said, all he wants is friends. The only reason everyone was so afraid was because he had massive strength and a large body, except he was so adorable, He wouldn't hurt a soul! Missouri stopped and went on with her day. "That was a close one, Nevada!" Vermont yelled. (Vermont was Nevada's mother) "I know, I 'm sorry." Nevada answered.
When Missouri arrived home, her brother, Idaho, was studying his math book. He positioned his spectacles, and didn't notice little Missouri walking in the kitchen. "Oh, Hi!" Idaho laughed, "Sorry didn't see you there!" "Its ok, did Virginia accept you as a student yet?" She asked. "No." Idaho sighed. "You know how stubborn she is, she can barely decide on the outfit she wears!" Then there was a knock on the door. "MAIL!" the voice yelled. Missouri opened the door, and saw Wyoming, he was obsessed with mail. "Here is your guy's mail!" He yelled, handing her the mail. "See you next Sunday!" Wyoming left and she closed the door. Missouri handed Idaho the mail and he gasped. "I- I got in!" Idaho yelled.
