He walked into the manor his sister had written him about. He looked around impressed. He had a very large military grade duffle bag that belonged to their father strung over his back. He sat it down and looked around. Aleta Manor....Jello H.Q. ? He crossed his arms. He cleared his throat.
"MAYVERDIA ALETA! GET YOUR SHORT BUTT DOWN HERE!"
He always talked to her like their father did. He waited and found himself a nice place to hide. Oh their child hood games.
"MAYVERDIA ALETA! GET YOUR SHORT BUTT DOWN HERE!"
He always talked to her like their father did. He waited and found himself a nice place to hide. Oh their child hood games.