Ummety.

Sitting on the couch the girl stretched her arms, wondering what to type in to the large-ish black thing that sat on her lap, flashing lights and noises at her.

She could, of course, work on her story outline that had been drifting around her head lately- though it ’twas unlikely she would ever do anything with it. It was nicely creepy though…. but no. That wouldn’t quite do.

She could read pirated Manga online, but just… meh.  It would seem that wouldn’t quite do either.

Eventually she started staring out the window, fingering her hair, and wondering whether she would be able to finangle her Mom into cutting it for her. Thoughts drifted through her head. Did she find  humanity in general amusing, and the individuals (especially those of the small noisy type.) annoying, or was it the other way ’round? She never was sure…

Her attention was brought  back to the object on her lap with a snap, as it crossed her mind that time was a wasting, she was only allowed, thirty minutes on here daily, and she  should use them.

And so, she pressed buttons, made faces while she tried to remember her blog password, and finally, started writing.

Now there was just  one very important thing to decide -what was she going to write?….

Sitting on the couch the girl stretched her arms, wondering what to type in to the large-ish black thing that sat on her lap, flashing lights and noises at her.

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