Vetch has a minion!

Derp the Mobo

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Friendship

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How does one come to be?

It was late afternoon. Her mother and father had left, leaving the little girl home alone. It was alright; she was often by herself. Better that than underfoot, bothering her parents. Or so they told her. Besides, she was used to it... She was used to it. But that old mantra wasn't working today. No matter how many times she repeated the phrase, she didn't feel better.

"I'm used to it. It's fine. Everything's fine." She murmured. Tears welled up. "It's fine, it's fine." A single drop, and the gates were opened. She clung to her old teddy, eyes shut tightly in a futile attempt to keep it all in.

After a while, she uncurled from the corner, setting the worn bear to the side. It was late; the sun had already gone down. She must have fallen asleep. The girl rubbed her eyes sleepily, and wandered into the kitchen. They hadn't left her anything to eat, but that was alright. She was used to it. She drug the little stool to the sink, and filled a cup with water. It was hard not to knock over all of the dirty dishes, but she was getting better at it. She hadn't knocked any off the counter for the past three days- something she was proud over.

Sipping at the cup, the girl wandered back to her room. It was more like a closet, but she didn't mind. She wasn't very big anyway, and it felt safe in there. Carefully setting the cup down so as not to spill on her teddy, she reached under her little mattress to pull something out. It had been carefully hidden there, kept safe in her secret hiding spot. Next came her other little treasures. She set them all out in front her of, neat and tidy. It was a mostly clean sheet of paper and six crayons. The pink was her favorite, and there was only a little left. She had decided to conserve it, not wanting to ever run out. There were two different blue ones, a black, a yellow, and a green. She smiled for the first time that day, looking down at her special treasures.

It took her a while to think of what to draw- she had already used up one whole side of the paper. They were all pictures of animals. Finally, she thought of what to do. It was one of her favorite animals- it had a small area that it felt safe in too. A turtle. Decision made, the girl went to work. It was a serious business, drawing. She poured all her loneliness into that picture, all her hopes to be loved by something, all her need for kindness. When she finished, she leaned back to look at her handiwork. The silly little turtle looked up at her from the page, tongue sticking out playfully. She couldn't help but giggle at it. Then, carefully so as not to wrinkle the precious art, she put it back under her mattress. The crayons followed, the blues much shorter than they had been.

It was very late now, and she yawned. Cuddling with her teddy, the girl curled up to go to sleep. Her dreams were filled with a silly turtle, who kept making her laugh.

With a Wish and a little Imagination.