Skye Prower

Why?

Nicole: Of course. What is it?

Lol 184

Is it full or empty...

Skye nodded at the creation he'd made, then wandered over to the ritual circle. He stared at it for a moment, then rummaged around for some chalk.

What do you mean don't ask to sing? Uh, I'd leave that alone Seviper.

Nicole: Almost finished. Would you like a garden as well?

When did this happen? 182

*looks out window* No wonder part of me doesn't want to go back. Too scared to do the things I enjoy....

The idea that I had no interest in it, it's something I love doing, so if I didn't before... And being too shy... that would mean... Was I that shy Dylan?

(ooc: Bad dream-Harmony! Making Dylan think things like that!)

Nicole: Stand back please. *begins making motions as the house begins to form*

Both of those sound... sound horrible *shivers* I guess he will Seviper, but I'll need to explain first.

This is a game show??? 180

Miles began to wash in his normal lengthy way, then he remembered how soon the cops were arriving so sped up.

Nicole: That's good. Shall I build it then?

I'll... I'll try not to

"Okay," said Miles. He jogged into his room to grab his gloves and boots then headed into the bathroom.

"Should I get washed and dressed before they come?" asked Miles.

"That sounds great," said Miles as he pour four glasses of juice, then put the kettle on.

"Yes we will," said Miles as he got some juice from the fridge. "We could do with a big breakfast. We'll need the energy if we're taking the kids to the amusement park."

Hold on I'm still reading... Do you know how hard it is to read my sister writing! *holds up indecipherable squiggles* Okay... Dad's taking them home then coming back for me. They thought I'd be out with friends for a while, and the girls need to pack more as they're the ones on stage... What? I don't get to sing too??? *looks up at Dylan* Sure I do its... uh... no... if they're not wolves I doubt we live with the wolf packs... *looks embarrassed*

So am I 178

"I suppose you have a point, but right now they would be dealing with children not deranged killers... erm, uh, well... you know what I mean..."

Let's see.... *sighs* Melody's handwriting is terrible when she's in a hurry.... *reads note* Hmm, seems like mom got a call to do a charity concert at short notice, so they've all gone home to pack.