The Ultimate Storybook (2)

Jess-

Jess stumbled into the meeting room. She was tired of piano. Why had she taken it? Oh! Wait! It was her mother who said she had to take it. She hated this so much it wasn't fun.

She flopped down into a chair and fell right asleep. She didn't snore or anything but she was dreaming. Dreaming of a nice home with ot all the things she hated in her life...

(I hope the storybook doesn't die....I'm waiting on piepieman or this_is_history to post)

**I (Dawn Flynn) am dropping out.**

*This is written from the point of view of an NPC*

Charlotte

"I hate you!" I screamed, slamming the car door for good measure as I strode towards the way too familiar building and entered half way through the meeting. A whole bunch of wimpy little kiddies turned their eyes on me, some looking tough with their arms folded across their chests and others smiling, almost as if they intended to be friendly. To think! I flicked a black coil over my shoulder, pursed my blood red lips. No reaction.

I glared and stomped over to my seat, the high heels ringing across the wooden floor until I reached the carpeted area and then I just had to stomp all the harder to maintain their attention.

"Charlotte... how lovely to see you again. You're a little late but...why don't you introduce yourself to the children who don't know you?" Jenny shrugged good naturedly and smiled. She was the worst of the social workers, always pretending to be nice, always smiling and, even worse, a complete and utter push over! But worse than that, worse than everything, she always called me Charlotte.

"I'm Charlie," I spat.