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A Peculiar Case of Loneliness

“I don't know.”

“What do you mean, ‘I don't know’?!”

“I mean, I don't know.”

Estelle looked to the ground. Her light pink pigtails moving with the motion of her head. She looked up at the women who had dark brown hair, dark piercing black eyes. “You're such a disgrace Estelle, you broke my favorite plate! How are you going to fix this? And don't even say ‘I don't know’ again!” The woman tapped her foot impatiently expecting an answer from the girl. “I was being clumsy again.” She muffled, her shoulders sagging with dread. “Clumsy! God! You aren't even my child! No child of mine will be clumsy! When you're sixteen you're out of here! Now go to your room!” Angrily, the brunette pointed to the girls room, furious at her own daughter.

Estelle nodded and walked to her room, closing the door softly. “I wish I wasn't such a clutz.”

“I wish your mother wasn't such a hag.” Estelle gasped as she looked up, her purple eyes darted to the window, a tall man made his way into her bright pastel room. He was too tall to fit so he had to bend over. The man snickered and looked to the pink haired girl. “Smile you gave me a fright!” The girl shook her head as she went over to her bed, sitting on it. Smile just giggled and sat on her bed as well, he wore a mask that had a smiley face on it and a black tuxedo with black shoes, he also wore white gloves. Estelle didn't know how people didn't notice this strange tall man. “Be glad I didn't frighten you to death.” He chuckled nudging on the girl a bit as she looked to him with annoyance, “I'm just playing around with you. So, how are you?” Smile then began to lay on her bed, his legs dangling off the bed, “Well, since you know about mother then you know how I feel. . .” Estelle looked down, putting a hand to her cheek and resting her arm on her elbow.

“Obviously I do. But you should tell me anyways. Just to humor me.”

“I'm not doing okay. Okay?” She have out a depressing sigh. “Thank you for telling me! Is there anyway I can help you, I would love to help my old buddy out.” He giggled again, wanting desperately to help her.

“You could take me to Never Town.”

Mood: Never Town