The (Un)Secret Childhood Dialogue Chronicles – Ninja.

And, bloody noses. 👅

Mocking Bird Down

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S sat on her haunches, head tilted slightly, watching J sleep. It was more of a ‘willing J to wake up’, really, but so far had been choosing to do it silently. With patience not being one of her strongest suits, S took her index finger and jabbed J in the forehead.

J rolled over and carried on sleeping.

S stood and pondered for a moment. She could just as easily yell, or drag her best friend off the bed, but saw an opportunity for mischief and knew that wherever happened, J would still love her. Working against S though, was her ridiculously stupid concentration span. She wanted J awake NOW and concocting some quiet hair-brained plan to wake her up seemed like a maths problem that would take forever.

S leaned close to J’s face and ever so slowly grabbed a hold of one stray hair on J’s head…

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