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Nan has a minion!
Minion the Candy Matter
Minion the Candy Matter
Nan
The
Cream AeanoidOwner:
DestinyAge: 2 years, 1 month, 1 week
Born: May 10th, 2011
Adopted: 4 months, 2 weeks, 1 day ago
Adopted: February 4th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 3
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Sugar and spice and everything nice...
"You are going to regret that!!!" She ran from her sister's screeches, down the hallway and into her bedroom. She quickly slipped under her bad and waited in the dark. The door whisked open and screams got much, much louder. "Where are you, you little brat?" came the booming voice. Eliza could hear the rustling near the bed but she didn't dare move a muscle. "What did you leave in my room? It is all over my new SHOES!!!" her sister cried. The little girl heard her sister move for the closet and she was going to go for the escape, but her giggles gave her away thinking about the shoes. So instead, she leapt from under the bed and shouted, "Gosh Sasha, it is only a bit of melted skittles." She then (to her sister's horror) licked the side of the shoe in Sasha's hand and bolted through the door. The last thing she saw as she turned to look, was her sister's disgusted face. Eliza decided it might be good to go outside and disappear until her mom got home.
As it turns out, this was an hour later. Ms. Hughes lifted each leg out of her Camaro as if they weighed a ton each. But they were normal and she was just really tired. With groceries in hand, she ambled towards the front door. Meanwhile, a little 8-year-old shadow followed behind her. Eliza's mom had not been in the house 10 seconds, when her oldest daughter came in crying about her new sneakers. "They are RUINED, mother! And all thanks to her!" She pointed an accusing finger at Eliza, who had just appeared behind her mom. Ms. Hughes sighed and tried to settle the fight by agreeing to buy Sasha a new pair this weekend. Sasha left in a huff and went to her room, still very distraught. Her mother turned around and frowned at the little girl. "Do you always have to mess with your sister? She's in those awkward years and needs her space," she said. She patted Eliza to her room.
Eliza grumbled as she sat down in the room. She never meant to mess with Sasha...she was sometimes clumsy and this time she spilled her Skittles on the shoes coming inside. And it had been a hot day. Shaking this from her head, she returned to what she had planned on doing today--inventory! Every week, her mom gave her an allowance. Nothing big by today's standards, but nothing to cough at either. And she saved the money every time so that when they went to the store, she could buy more for her stash. She pulled the drawer from the depths of her closet and her eyes lit up! There were skittles (her favorite), starbursts, necco wafers, jelly beans, red rope licorice (the black kind was nasty), jordan almonds, candy buttons--almost anything you could ever want. Well, except chocolate. Eliza never really cared for chocolate and that tends to melt faster if it were to get hot. She giggled at her treasure and pulled out her records notebook. Her mother bought it for her on her 5th birthday. It was in the shape of a lollypop, the top part anyway...one of those spiral striped lollies. She kept a strict record of what went in and out of her box. She would even lend some of her candy to her friends if they promised to return it later. That is, if she had any friends. She often went to school with bits of candy stuck to her hair and clothing. That didn't exactly make her popular with the girls...nor with the boys for that matter. Rather, it made her the butt of their jokes. So Eliza normally came straight home after school and kept to her yard and room. There, she played games and watched TV with her candy. Her candy was her friend.
Ms. Hughes came in to check on Eliza before she went off to bed herself. Her daughter was dozing noisily on the floor, surrounded by her friends. Eliza's mother never understood her child's obsession with candy. She hardly ever ate it and she wasn't even obese. She was just a normal 8-year-old with a weird hobby. She looked wistfully down at the sleeping figure. She had been that age once and she remembered it as one of her favorite points in life. She didn't have to worry about boys or growing up or having children or raising them alone. Not that she regretted any decision she made, but life was much simpler then. But then again, every child has a different experience and Eliza was no exception. Eliza was introverted
To be continued....
"You are going to regret that!!!" She ran from her sister's screeches, down the hallway and into her bedroom. She quickly slipped under her bad and waited in the dark. The door whisked open and screams got much, much louder. "Where are you, you little brat?" came the booming voice. Eliza could hear the rustling near the bed but she didn't dare move a muscle. "What did you leave in my room? It is all over my new SHOES!!!" her sister cried. The little girl heard her sister move for the closet and she was going to go for the escape, but her giggles gave her away thinking about the shoes. So instead, she leapt from under the bed and shouted, "Gosh Sasha, it is only a bit of melted skittles." She then (to her sister's horror) licked the side of the shoe in Sasha's hand and bolted through the door. The last thing she saw as she turned to look, was her sister's disgusted face. Eliza decided it might be good to go outside and disappear until her mom got home.
As it turns out, this was an hour later. Ms. Hughes lifted each leg out of her Camaro as if they weighed a ton each. But they were normal and she was just really tired. With groceries in hand, she ambled towards the front door. Meanwhile, a little 8-year-old shadow followed behind her. Eliza's mom had not been in the house 10 seconds, when her oldest daughter came in crying about her new sneakers. "They are RUINED, mother! And all thanks to her!" She pointed an accusing finger at Eliza, who had just appeared behind her mom. Ms. Hughes sighed and tried to settle the fight by agreeing to buy Sasha a new pair this weekend. Sasha left in a huff and went to her room, still very distraught. Her mother turned around and frowned at the little girl. "Do you always have to mess with your sister? She's in those awkward years and needs her space," she said. She patted Eliza to her room.
Eliza grumbled as she sat down in the room. She never meant to mess with Sasha...she was sometimes clumsy and this time she spilled her Skittles on the shoes coming inside. And it had been a hot day. Shaking this from her head, she returned to what she had planned on doing today--inventory! Every week, her mom gave her an allowance. Nothing big by today's standards, but nothing to cough at either. And she saved the money every time so that when they went to the store, she could buy more for her stash. She pulled the drawer from the depths of her closet and her eyes lit up! There were skittles (her favorite), starbursts, necco wafers, jelly beans, red rope licorice (the black kind was nasty), jordan almonds, candy buttons--almost anything you could ever want. Well, except chocolate. Eliza never really cared for chocolate and that tends to melt faster if it were to get hot. She giggled at her treasure and pulled out her records notebook. Her mother bought it for her on her 5th birthday. It was in the shape of a lollypop, the top part anyway...one of those spiral striped lollies. She kept a strict record of what went in and out of her box. She would even lend some of her candy to her friends if they promised to return it later. That is, if she had any friends. She often went to school with bits of candy stuck to her hair and clothing. That didn't exactly make her popular with the girls...nor with the boys for that matter. Rather, it made her the butt of their jokes. So Eliza normally came straight home after school and kept to her yard and room. There, she played games and watched TV with her candy. Her candy was her friend.
Ms. Hughes came in to check on Eliza before she went off to bed herself. Her daughter was dozing noisily on the floor, surrounded by her friends. Eliza's mother never understood her child's obsession with candy. She hardly ever ate it and she wasn't even obese. She was just a normal 8-year-old with a weird hobby. She looked wistfully down at the sleeping figure. She had been that age once and she remembered it as one of her favorite points in life. She didn't have to worry about boys or growing up or having children or raising them alone. Not that she regretted any decision she made, but life was much simpler then. But then again, every child has a different experience and Eliza was no exception. Eliza was introverted
To be continued....
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