Sariel put down the sheers, "Can you really? I need to put this somewhere dark." He said, pulling the pot over to himself by one of the vines in the hallway. Once the darkly colored pot was out in the hallway, he held it up. "Will I be able to move?" He asked.
"Math." Nykidia said. "What ya want to do?" She asked.
"I dunno. I'm fine with anything." Lira replied.
Nykidia flopped down on the couch. "I just need to relax. Mr. Quill has been on my ass all week." She said as she ran her finger through her hair.
Sariel put down the sheers, "Can you really? I need to put this somewhere dark." He said, pulling the pot over to himself by one of the vines in the hallway. Once the darkly colored pot was out in the hallway, he held it up. "Will I be able to move?" He asked.
"All you have to do is is hold onto me"
Sariel nodded once and scooted over to the girl. Holding the pot in his left hand, he hooked his right hand around one of her ankles. "Okay, I'm ready," Sariel said, now staring at the ends of the vines to see when they'd stop moving.
She started concentrating. Time slowly stopped the more she stood there. Finally, it stopped completely "You can let go now"
Nykidia flopped down on the couch. "I just need to relax. Mr. Quill has been on my ass all week." She said as she ran her finger through her hair.
"Oof. That doesn't sound fun." Lira sat on the arm of the couch.
Ashely smiled. "At least with you being so quietly fuming at him all week, he won't even notice that you'r not in class."
(Anyone on?)
(Hello child.)
(this chat be ded)
(Wat?)
(nvm)
(I check it pretty often but nobody else does : ( It's not really going anywhere either)
(true…)
She started concentrating. Time slowly stopped the more she stood there. Finally, it stopped completely "You can let go now"
(Hey, I'm not gonna be on much for a few days, at least until Tuesday anyway. Christmas is coming up and I'm getting loaded down with work at school from a few of my classes.)
Sariel set down the large pot that he'd been holding in his left hand and let go of the girl's ankle. The vines had since ceased growing and were now lying motionless on the ground. Quickly, Sariel got up off the ground and clipped most of the green plant from its base in the pot, then carried it into his room where he stuffed it under his bed. He threw the covers over the side of the bed so that there wasn't any particularly bright light getting to the plant.
Peering out from around the doorway, and dropped the sheers in the floor and looked at the girl. "You can resume things now," he said. Sariel cast a glance back into his room and at the tiny space that served as a kitchen. Sitting in the floor was a grey, white, and green pigeon that was slowly hopping towards the door.
Is it too late to join?
Idk. Everything is kinda going down the drain and not enough people are checking it daily. I posted once and then it took like, three days for someone else to post.
(From today at 3:10 to December 31 I will not be on Notebook.ia. I'm going to Colorado and I won't be on at all unless I can figure out how to get it on my phone and even if that happens I will be on very limited. I'm sorry. Merry Christmas and Happy holidays everyone!)
(Happy holidays!)
Aww. :(
(Thank you!)
Sorry I can't keep up with the story. I'll just leave.
It’s okay
May I join?