As she reads, the realization that she's alone dawns on her.
She is alone.
She's on a bean bag chair, and she can, yes she can.
She can.
And so she begins, the simple exploration, the defining moment of rebellion - she rips the bean bag chair open and…
Little white beads - there were no beans - scatter and spread across the floor around her.
Along with it came, a crisp laminated sheet with the words - Happy April Fools
A/N: I had to. Happy April Fools from HaveringFool!=)
Do disregard this chapter in terms of the story progression.