Day 5
I am being punished. (Mother took away my manicure set to be specific) Stupid Fialma drank almost the WHOLE pitcher of lemonade that was made for lunch, and afterwards she went into her room to change into a evening dress, found the frog, and got sick all over her floor. She got it all over her hideous evening attire and everything. (Fortunately she was not wearing any of my slippers.) Then Mother thought it best to get Fialma another glass of lemonade, which was a bad idea because upon the entry of a new pitcher into the room, Fialma got sick AGAIN. Heh heh.. Normally I don't really like lemonade, but now that Fialma gets sick on command every time she sees it, I think I'll drink it more often. Stupid, ugly, sicky Fialma.
Day 6
Made another pitcher of lemonade today. Muhaha. I tried to taunt Fialma with it but Mother sent me to my room. BORED. I was actually thinking of counting and color coding my hair gems when I saw that my goldenwood trunk was open, and my Hill Folk Action Figures gone. I could tell that Fialma stole them, as her stench lingered. Actually, I went to her room and found her playing 'tea party/flower day' with them. Shocked and quite horrified I stumbled into find that in each one of their hands was a folded and rudely constructed miniature fan. I told her that I wanted them back, but she scooped them up and I had to chase her around the house till I was smart enough to go back to her room, grab her bloomers, and dangle them out the window.
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From the Mouths (or Fingers) of Liz and Dayna: Yayness Abounds. Another *cough* STUNNING chapter in Flauvie's Younger Years. We should actually be doing AP History essays, but we said the heck with those and decided to update instead. Please R&R!
I am being punished. (Mother took away my manicure set to be specific) Stupid Fialma drank almost the WHOLE pitcher of lemonade that was made for lunch, and afterwards she went into her room to change into a evening dress, found the frog, and got sick all over her floor. She got it all over her hideous evening attire and everything. (Fortunately she was not wearing any of my slippers.) Then Mother thought it best to get Fialma another glass of lemonade, which was a bad idea because upon the entry of a new pitcher into the room, Fialma got sick AGAIN. Heh heh.. Normally I don't really like lemonade, but now that Fialma gets sick on command every time she sees it, I think I'll drink it more often. Stupid, ugly, sicky Fialma.
Day 6
Made another pitcher of lemonade today. Muhaha. I tried to taunt Fialma with it but Mother sent me to my room. BORED. I was actually thinking of counting and color coding my hair gems when I saw that my goldenwood trunk was open, and my Hill Folk Action Figures gone. I could tell that Fialma stole them, as her stench lingered. Actually, I went to her room and found her playing 'tea party/flower day' with them. Shocked and quite horrified I stumbled into find that in each one of their hands was a folded and rudely constructed miniature fan. I told her that I wanted them back, but she scooped them up and I had to chase her around the house till I was smart enough to go back to her room, grab her bloomers, and dangle them out the window.
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From the Mouths (or Fingers) of Liz and Dayna: Yayness Abounds. Another *cough* STUNNING chapter in Flauvie's Younger Years. We should actually be doing AP History essays, but we said the heck with those and decided to update instead. Please R&R!