Hayley Bone-Vertigo
Born 17 January 2016 to Charlie Bone and Olivia Vertigo
Picture Traveller
I would not recommend going anywhere at all near Paula right now.
She hasn't been very happy lately, as her screaming, yelling, ornament throwing rage proved. She really loved that rabbit model, so I'm surprised she had the heart to smash it. Mason'll be trying to fix it now, I suppose, the creep. He'd do anything to make her happier. Probably sell Mum. At night, I once saw him making illusions of her in his sleep. Not weird ones, because I don't think he quite understands that yet, but still illusions and still often featuring her confessing her deep adoration for him, the manly hunk that he believes himself to be. So, I'm guessing that the love machine's burning passion is some consolation.
She really struggles, you know. Being unendowed. It must be a burden, watching me all with my crummy pictures and knowing you can't do anything about it. I reckon she's a bit jealous, but you'd never get her to admit it. She's always seemed so easy-going and relaxed about it. If anyone's jealous, I'm jealous of how nice she always is about it.
And she always hates it when Matt's in trouble. Again, she'd never admit it but she loves him. That makes one of us. I don't like seeing him punished, not because he's in trouble but because Paula will always get so upset without even realizing. I remember one time I asked her about it and she completely lost her rag defending herself. It's about the only time I know of her getting cross with me, or anyone.
She's always been a nice girl and a great friend, so seeing her so sad is worrying. She always wants to believe she's alright, but nobody can always be alright. I've learnt that when people claim they're fine, most of the time they're doing it to reassure both you and themselves they are. So that's why you've always got to try and cheer people who are supposedly fine up. Either they're upset and they'll soon be happy or they're happy and they'll soon be happier. There is never a bad consequence to being kind. Unless the recipient is a sibling or rather immature dad like mine, or they'll never let you hear the end of it.