[twenty three] I clicked my heels together three times, but it didn't take me home...

[goodgrasshopper]

[A little bit of fumbling, then the screen flicks on to reveal a six or seven year old girl with wide blue eyes and curly blonde hair.  Meet Molly, pre-tattoos, pre-piercings, and she is completely terrified.]

My bedroom is arranged all funny, and it doesn't open out into the right hallway.  Papa?  Mama?  Where are you?  And why did you leave me with Matthew's baby monitor?  [She shakes it a little and presses a few buttons.]  It won't show me Matthew.  Is he with you? [presses a few more buttons and the video cuts out.]

[OOC: Yes, the picture is misleading, but it's the youngest I have for her]

Comments

[toldastory]

Wow. I have a brother and a sister. He just turned four.

[goodgrasshopper]

How old is your sister? I wish I had a sister...

[toldastory]

She's ten. She's kinda mean, though.

[goodgrasshopper]

...I don't think I'd want a mean sister. I'd rather have a nice sister. I'm going to try to be a nice big sister.

[toldastory]

I'm a good big sister, but Leo always gets into trouble.

[goodgrasshopper]

[giggle] Daniel gets in trouble sometimes. One time, he took my paint and put it all over his bedroom walls.

[toldastory]

Wow. My mum would have been so mad.

[goodgrasshopper]

Mama was kind of mad. She told him he wasn't allowed to play with paint anymore, and he had to use washable crayons after.

[toldastory]

Oh, yeah, that makes sense. I didn't know they had washable crayons.

[goodgrasshopper]

They're for babies. [said with a little bit of relish]

[toldastory]

Of course they are! We have real markers and crayons!

We should color!

[goodgrasshopper]

I love coloring! Do you want to? Where are you? I can come find you! I think this big dog is my babysitter. I'm calling him Fluffy. Can he come, too?

[toldastory]

I'm in the common room. You have a puppy? Of course he can come. I love puppies! My mum says we can't have one because Leo is allergic.

[goodgrasshopper]

Well, he's not... really a puppy. He a big dog. As big as me. I'll show you! We're coming to find you! I'm Molly!

[toldastory]

I'm Martha! Big dogs are still always puppies though, right? How big is he? Is he friendly?

[goodgrasshopper]

He huuuuge! But he's really friendly. He lets me hug him.

[toldastory]

What kind of dog is he?

And I didn't find crayons, but I found sharpies!

[goodgrasshopper]

...I don't know. Big. And kind of shaggy. But friendly! His tail is waggy.

Are the sharpies in different colors?

[toldastory]

Wow. I haven't really seen many big doggies.

But they are in all the colours! And there's different colour papers too!

[goodgrasshopper]

Wow. Fluffy and I will be right there. Don't go anywhere!

[toldastory]

Okay! I won't!