"Wicky, when we go in? Da faiw idn't fun when ya don't go inside" Piper asked with a short temper. She stomped with her silver tenishoes, ignoring the fact that Vicky has explained that a boy is coming that she has to watch. She had said Harry was his name. Piper wanted to scoff a the poorly thought out name and immediatly thought of some nicknames. She just hoped he wasn't bald...
"How does Haiwbeaw sound? Owa Hazza Bug, Shiny, Bugs, Doc, owa Bunny, owa-" Piper wanted to continue but a polite women innteruppted, sweetly.
"He does quite enjoy the name Bug. Whats your name sweety?" The beautiful women asked, preparing for Piper to blab.
"Piper Lynn Adams. My mother is Kwinsy Mae Adams, designer of "Foreva young" clothing line, and shops. My father left us when I was in mummy's tummy, so he doesn't matter... I am an only child- OH AND MY FAVOWITE COWAR IS BWUE-PUWPA!!!" Piper said reciting the list of things her mother would always tell, but adding the colors.
"Well Sweety. My name is Anne. Anne Cox, and this is my son Bug Styes."
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Fanfiction"Can we pwease go to te faiw, mommy?" Piper asked her mother loudly and impatiently. "Piper no, I have places to be. Ask Vicky." Her mother responded impationtiontly smothering on her red lipstick while tapping her buzzing earpiece repeatedly. "F...
