spongebobiac
June 2009 Contest Winner
"Well yeaaaaaaahh, silly!"
HA, I FOUND IT! =DKate seemed to enjoy the attention her parents were giving her, smiling and cuddling closer to her father's chest. She had her mother's big blue eyes, the same smile. But her hair was the color of her father's, and she seemed to have an even blend of her parents within her. They had done a good job; she looked like a tiny cherub, painted on the ceiling of the Sistene Chapel by the masterful hands of a Renaissance master. Arianna had never been so proud in her life. She was too modest to take pride in most of the things she did, but being a mother seemed to boost her low self esteem. She was proud of their daughter, and she was exceptionally proud of Akadou. He had taken to fatherhood very quickly, and was doing an excellent job of it.
Eponine woke the next morning, feeling as if her head had been hit by a bag of bricks. She tasted something disgusting in the back of her throat, and her stomach was churning angrily. She definitely would not get drunk again. Once had been enough for a lifetime. She crawled out of bed, temporarily blinded by the sunlight creeping in between the blind, reaching out like knives to stab at her. She huffed when she finally reached the bathroom, then lay upon the floor for a few minutes, her chest heaving. Then, she pulled the upper half of her body upwards, leaning her head into the toilet.
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