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    randomascas posted an update in the group RP Level 3: The Endless Woods 1 year, 1 month ago

    Wendy studied herself in the small mirror that they kept in the hall closet. She ran her hands through her hair again, trying to get it to corporate. It would not.
    “Wendy?” Her father called. His voice caught awkwardly around the W.
    “Yes Papa?”
    “Are you okay?”
    “Just jake.” She glanced at herself one more time.
    “You’ll be late for class.”
    “I know, Papa. I’m coming.”
    She slipped out of the closet into the kitchen. One of her father’s, Hanschen, sat at the table, smoking a pipe, and reading the paper. She gave him a peck on the cheek.
    “Stocks are up again,” He said.
    “Did you buy any?”
    He smiled. “I swear, at this rate, something’s bound to go very wrong.”
    “I trust you on that.”
    Her other father entered the kitchen, pulling his rope tight around him. “Good morning, Wendy,” He said. His accent was a bit better, but she still heard the awkward stilt in the way he pronounced it. Ernst never liked calling her Wendy, always argued that she didn’t have to Americanize it. But Hanschen was set on it, and everyone knew that it wasn’t worth the argument.
    He pulled into a hug and ruffled her hair, before turning the other man. “Stocks are up?”
    “Maybe I’ll buy some.”
    “No!” Both Wendy and Hanschen said.
    Ernst laughed. “Fine. Now, hon, go chase yourself. You’ll be late.”
    Wendy nodded and slipped out of her father’s arms. She rushed out the door-
    And into a dark hallway that she didn’t recognize. Kids – beautiful kids – flooded past her. She turned to go back into her apartment, but the door was gone. Without any other visible option, she joined the group.


    “You cannot go home.”
    Wendy had hung on to every word, striving to pay the best attention possible. But this…
    “We can’t go home?” She said, suddenly. She directed it at the boy in front of her, who, from his change in demeanor, was obviously thinking the same thing. He looked back at her, quickly. His eyes were startlingly gray.
    “Phonus balonus,” She said.
    “I’m sorry, what?”
    “*******. Nonsense. Don’t you know the slang?”
    The boy frowned. “I… I still don’t…”
    “Guess its a New York thing.”
    The boy nodded. “Must be.”
    “You want to go home I take it?”
    “Yes. I can’t leave my family for-“
    “Same.” She smiled. “Guess we oughta break out of here then?”
    Before he could answer, the more snarly head bellowed, “EVERYONE OF YOU LAZY READERS OUGHTA AT LEAST PAY SOME ATTENTION TO WHAT WE’RE SAYING.”
    Wendy blushed. “Can we meet after?”

        randomascas replied 1 year, 1 month ago

        this is a pov and i thought i said that at the top but oh well

        zeegrey replied 1 year, 1 month ago

        Who is this grey eye boyy?

        willowwind replied 1 year, 1 month ago


        eloiseruizpalma replied 8 months, 3 weeks ago

        This is amazing! Please come back to the site and write moreeee!!

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