Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27022817-20150723111352/@comment-26017609-20150810004516

~ Mistie Is Dreaming ~

"MISTIE!" 9-year-old Europa screamed. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a pink hoodie and a matching boa.

"Wes, Euwopa?" 6-year-old Mistie asked, scrambling up to her sister.

"Stupid! Call me EUROPA, not ‘EUWOPA’! And get me some water! With ice! And a lemon! And a straw!"

Mistie sighed. "Mo, Euwopa! I mot woo sewvant!"

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" Europa seethed in a dangerous voice. Mistie took a deep breath and drew her tiny self up.

"I MOT WOO SEWVANT!" she screamed, and ran to her bedroom. Unfortunately, Ani was blocking her way.

"How dare you talk to poor, innocent Europa that way?" she gasped. "Richard! Come here!" Mistie's eyes went wide. She knew what that meant. When here father was told to “come here”, she was slapped, kicked, and thrown across the room violently. Richard stomped into the room, brown hair and dark sunglasses askew. He was holding... A kitchen knife. Mistie's hope imploded.

"You little pathetic worm," he said through his teeth. "I ought to-"

Mistie had already ran past him and was frantically throwing things into her backpack- her teddy bear, the MP3 player she'd gotten from her Au-Au, Emma, for her 5th birthday, a book called “Night Owl” about a pookie named Emily who does all of her stuff at night, a blanket, some clothes, a little bag of chips that she always kept just in case, and the laptop that she had just stolen from Europa. >:3

"MISTIE!" her parents screamed in fury, but their pookie had already smashed the window and ran into the dusky evening.

~ Mistie Is No Longer Dreaming ~