She doesnt even give you enough time to type in a stupid name. This girls name is Mary Brande

she is a artistic girl of many crafts. She enjoys reading books about baking...but never really got the kink of it. Her only specialty in baking is cookies. Which taste like death. She likes to think of herself as the carer of her small group of friends, but in all honesty she knows she isnt anything but an anxious 13 year old who gets panic attacks and has buck teeth. 

Mary work on your friends gift.

oh boy was Nichole gonna love this gift. You had rushed on maxs gift but whatever. You hold the sunglasses with a N embedded on them in the air. You loved computer gadgets and enjoyed building new computer things. This...was probably your proudest moment. Computer sunglasses. Nichole loved sunglasses, and loved computers, she was definitely gonna love these. You looked at the horrible burnt batch of cookies and a homemade woofie with a rose. You laugh nervously and push up your glasses, Oh lordie. you think to yourself. How was this gonna work. 

GIRL! FIX THAT BOYS GIFT.

You shake your head defeated. If you even tried to fix it you would just mess it up more. You whisper "great shiva" and sigh angrily. You hold onto Nicholes sunglasses and look out your window. Himblum was right out there. You couldnt wait to play with Trenton, and hear how Max and Nicholes gameplay was. 

Message Nichole?

why would you do that? You had just gotten out of a conversation with Nichole. All you had to do now was wait for your mom and your game. When your mom gets home she would surely bring you the game. You pressed your face against the window staring at the pushed up mailbox thingy. So close yet so far. You werent to fond of the outside world, all the annoying birds, and people. Your eyes narrowed at the darkened sky, it was gonna rain you just know it. 

GO OUTSIDE AND GET THE GAME!

You totally would but..sadly you were grounded and were only allowed downstairs. You chew on your bottom lip. Your mom was so unfair! How could someone get grounded for giving their mom a hard cookie. It wasnt your fault you tried your best and got grounded for it. 

Read that cooking book.

You would.....buttttt....you had read it more than 10 times and learned nothing but how to make pumpkin seed cookies. Which by now you had forgotten. You always wanted to learn how to make cookies, and crepes, and cupcakes. You pop open a can of soda you had next to you and relax on your bed. 

Stop lazing around and get the game. HURRY!!

You stutter in anger then calm down. STUPID IDEA. oh how strict your mom was and how that would prolong your "vacation" in the inside of your house and also get you an ass wiping.  Your eyes slip towards the window again the mailbox very daunting.

Are you just going to sit there?

Sure. You twiddle with nichoels glasses then shove them in the box and wrap it up. 

Go downstairs and check on your cookies they're burning.

OH NO NOT THE COOKIES. You rush down the stairs ignoring all the frivilous and annoying hindu deitie pictures and statues your mom had put up. Smoke englufed the kitchen. You let out a horrid scream of defeat pulling at your black hair and light brown skin falling to the floor in total utter defeat. "i SWEAR to NEVER cook again."  You go to stand up BUT A PESKY TROLL APPEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!