Sample of my Role-Playing
Bonnie turned the neighbor's hedges and stepped onto her lawn. It wasn't dead; it was overgrown. Their bushes had grown out of control, the grass was higher than her knees in some places, and the flowers in the garden by the windows had been entirely overtaken by weeds. She paused for a second to stare at the mess of vegetation, then made her way to the door.She opened it with caution and stepped inside slowly. She turned and closed it slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. She stepped gingerly down the entrance hall, and took a quick look around the right corner at the kitchen and living room. They were empty, and they looked smaller than they did before. They were a little cluttered, and pretty messy. Bonnie could see her plate on the coffee table, when she had refused to eat before.
She didn't see Mark. She turned left instead and tip-toed past Mark's bedroom door. It was closed. It had used to be their parents' room. Just before they had left, they told Mark he could use it until they got back, and he still was. Bonnie was glad; it meant she could have her privacy again.
She reached the end of the hallway and nearly ran the last few steps into her room, closing the door behind her as quickly as she could without slamming it. She sighed and leaned against it, scanning her dark room. Even without being able to see, she traversed the room quickly and without incident. She had memorized the layout of the floor, and she knew the way to her bed. She sat on her bed and placed Nelly on her pillow. She was kicking off her shoes when he spoke.
"Hey, Bonnie." Mark was sitting on his old bed. He had wedged himself into the pile of stuffed animals that Bonnie had stacked there since he had moved out of the room.
"Hey." She responded, and left it at that. They were both silent, motionless, for a while, until Bonnie started to strip and change into her pajamas. Mark waited patiently for her to finish and tuck herself in before he spoke again. "I know it's hard, okay? I'm not having an easy time of it, either. And I'm sorry if I've been taking it too hard on you."
He kicked his feet at the floor and waited for her to reply. She didn't. "I..." He started, but his throat caught. He cleared it, and tried again. "I fixed the sink today. Both of them, actually." No response. "And the power should definitely be back on tomorrow morning." Still no response. "I was thinking I could fire up the waffle iron and make some waffles." He laughed, mostly to himself, and it was an empty sound in the dark room.
He wished she would respond. She wasn't asleep. He could hear her breathing. He looked around anxiously, his eyes long since adapted to the dark. He barely saw her turn until she was facing away from him. "Come on, Bonnie," he pleaded softly. He stood and moved carefully to her bedside, kneeling down to be closer to her level, even if she still wasn't looking at him. "You like my waffles, don't you?" He asked with a weak smile.
"Dad's were better."
And she left it at that. He sat there in silence for a while longer, staring at the back of her head. Finally, he picked himself up and leaned over her to kiss her on the cheek. "I love you." He choked, then he left the room and shut the door. He trudged down the hall at a terribly slow pace, until he finally reached his door. He didn't bother to close it. He didn't even bother to take his clothes off.
He laid down in bed and put his face in his pillow. He was crying.
She was crying, too.
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I love Total Drama Island. Especially Duncan, because I totally used to know a guy exactly like him.
I love singing too XD I'mma choir kid. We're like band kids without the baggage.
...Do you really like the Powerpuff Girls?
Awesome! (I can't believe I just said that. Two years ago I would've beat myself up for saying something like that.)