Here's a bit of an RP section with my newest charries.
"Ooh, I'm so excited! I've never seen your house before, Fro." Mercedes squeled as they headed upstairs. "I know, Mercy!! This is gonna be so much fun!" Frosia squeled back, squeezing Mercy's hand. Mercy stopped outside an open bedroom door. There was a black-haired girl sitting at a desk and busy over a piece of paper. It looked like she was drawing. "Who's that?" Mercy asked. Frosia turned around. "Oh, that's Deep." She told her friend. Mercy looked closer at Deep. "She's my sister." Frosia added. Mercy was mystified with her. "She's awfully pretty." She said. Frosia sighed. "That's her nickname. She's really popular and lots of boys like her. But she doesn't talk." She explained. Mercy whirle around. "Huh?" She asked, confused. "What do you mean, she doesn't talk?" She asked. She looked back at Deep as Frosia continued. "She doesn't talk. I don't know why." She shrugged. "Is she deaf?" Fro asked. "Nope. She hears just fine." Deep whirled around and Mercy was stunned. "She's soooo pretty! I wish I looked like her." She sighed. Frosia grabbed her hand nevrously. "She doesn't like my friends staring at her. Let's go." They two went to Frosia's room.
Deep sighed deeply and stared sadly at the floor.
Seriously, Fro, keep your friends to yourself. She thought. She turned around and continued on her artwork.
Heeeh? Heeeeeeeeeeh? Well I'm taking my little brother to the woods now. Peace!!
