"This must have been buzzing in my mind for at least an hour until I finally looked around my room. It was very large, and the only colors in it were black, yellow, and a few splashes of grey and red here and there. All of the furniture was coated in rich black velvet that made you want to melt into it when you sat in it. All of the pieces were antique, and I liked them that way. I never liked breaking in new furniture, anyway. I never had it, either. I grew up without a father, and it was just my mother, my aunt, my cousin Micha and me. Micha and I get along great, and we've come to rely on each other even more when our mothers died. We were put in an adoption center, and long story short we managed to escape together and we now live on our own in an old Victorian house. Nobody lived in it in the first place, so we just took to it, and here we are. We do have some money, complied from old child support and the money I made from working a few odd jobs. Micha isn't as street smart as me, so I never let her out of my sight. She is actually older than me, and I've been told that I'm just too hardened on the inside to notice. I'm a tough girl; a tomboy. I've spent my life locked up inside myself, and I try so hard never to show any emotions. The only one who can get a smile out of me is Micha. She makes me happy, and just to see her happy makes me twice as elated as she is. Seeing her amber eyes dance and sparkle from the little things that I would never even glance at: that's what makes me happy. I feel happy knowing that I do have a purpose in life, and even if it's to make my somewhat dim-witted cousin happy, I know that it's 100% worth it. I don't know what I would do without Micha, though. I reckon that's why I'm so overprotective of her, because I don't want to lose her. There would be no purpose in living without her, and we would both be nervous wrecks without each other. When Micha leaves this world, so will I.
I was still sitting in my chair at the time, and I saw my bedroom door slam open. That could only mean one thing: Micha. "Good evening, Honey-sama!" she said with a curtsy. "You're playing Princess again, I see." I said with a smile. I got up and put my heavy book down. Immediately, Micha picked up the book, quickly flipped through the pages, and then started balancing it on her head. "Princesses must have perfect posture, you know!" she gracefully informed me. I knew this wasn't going to end well, and something was going to be squished by the book and end up broken. There was no use of warning Micha about this, because she was so determined to be a princess and she would just pick the book up again, and the situation would just continue to replay itself. "She was always a go-getter." I thought to myself. I was snapped out of my daydream when, sure enough, the book tumbled to the floor, and one of my newly framed photographs fell to the ground. It was a cheap frame, and I bought a cheap one for this very reason. Micha started crying, and she was wailing "I didn't do it! I honestly didn't mean to!" I picked up the almost unharmed picture and put it back in place. I put my hands on both of Micha's shoulders and calmly explained everything. "Relax, Mi, it was a cheap frame. Heck, we don't even need a new one. It's okay, really it is…" She saw the sadness in my eyes, and she soon understood. "H-Honey, if it wasn't too much to ask, I was wondering if we can go to The Hill? It's such a pretty night." She asked quietly. "Alright." I said with a weak smile."
I was still sitting in my chair at the time, and I saw my bedroom door slam open. That could only mean one thing: Micha. "Good evening, Honey-sama!" she said with a curtsy. "You're playing Princess again, I see." I said with a smile. I got up and put my heavy book down. Immediately, Micha picked up the book, quickly flipped through the pages, and then started balancing it on her head. "Princesses must have perfect posture, you know!" she gracefully informed me. I knew this wasn't going to end well, and something was going to be squished by the book and end up broken. There was no use of warning Micha about this, because she was so determined to be a princess and she would just pick the book up again, and the situation would just continue to replay itself. "She was always a go-getter." I thought to myself. I was snapped out of my daydream when, sure enough, the book tumbled to the floor, and one of my newly framed photographs fell to the ground. It was a cheap frame, and I bought a cheap one for this very reason. Micha started crying, and she was wailing "I didn't do it! I honestly didn't mean to!" I picked up the almost unharmed picture and put it back in place. I put my hands on both of Micha's shoulders and calmly explained everything. "Relax, Mi, it was a cheap frame. Heck, we don't even need a new one. It's okay, really it is…" She saw the sadness in my eyes, and she soon understood. "H-Honey, if it wasn't too much to ask, I was wondering if we can go to The Hill? It's such a pretty night." She asked quietly. "Alright." I said with a weak smile."
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Some mistakes, probably because of something on dA's servers. All grammar is correct in the original "first" version typed up in Word a few hours ago. It's Moxy the Grammar Freak you're talking to here, why wouldn't it be?
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