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"Um, Elliot?" Samara called to her almost-step monster as she prepared snacks in the kitchen, "Could you help me for a sec?" What kind of name was Elliot for a girl, anyway? The only Elliot Samara had ever known of was the boy from E.T. Elliot.... She had to stop giggling to herself before the woman came in the room.
"What is it now?" Elliot asked in a whiny voice as she stepped into the kitchen, flipping her brown hair out of her face. The woman was beyond tacky in appearance, from her hair right down to her hideous shoes.
Samara figured it was the perfect time to get her plan into action. She had planted the open flask of disgusting potions waste in a cabinet high above their heads, resting on the door in a way that, once the cabinets were opened, it would topple forward and spill all over Elliot.
Being that Samara wasn't very tall, it was perfectly acceptable for her to ask Elliot to get something down for her. "Could you please get me the sugar?" she asked politely, while pointing out the correct cabinet, "It's in that cabinet."
Elliot rolled her eyes at the girl's false innocence as she reached up to open the cabinet that was pointed out to her. Before she could realize what was going on, she was covered in a disgusting brownish-green goo; not to mention she smelled awful. Hot tears were streaming from her eyes because of the intense smell.
"Oh, gosh!" Samara said, fake-shocked, "Daddy's must have been doing one of his experiments again...Would you like me to show you where the shower is?"
"I already know," Elliot said harshly.
"Oh, right, because you stayed overnight a couple of days ago!" Samara replied, holding her nose. "Well, you'd better get up there before the twins get a whiff of you."
But before she could leave, Samara whipped out her camera-phone, a gift from her sixteenth birthday, and took a quick picture without Elliot realizing. Elliot turned her back a second later and headed for the stairs.
"You'd better use a lot of soap!" Samara grinned widely and stepped into the living room to play with the twins.
"What's that smell?" one of them asked, as both of the two boys put a hand to their noses.
"Oh, it's nothing. Elliot had a little accident, that's all..."
Romilda!
You are the best. Elliot got covered in that stuff! She's been in the shower for about an hour and a half already! I'm sending you a picture, too. It's not a moving one, though; I had to take it with my cell phone. But it's still pretty good!
~Samara!
"What is it now?" Elliot asked in a whiny voice as she stepped into the kitchen, flipping her brown hair out of her face. The woman was beyond tacky in appearance, from her hair right down to her hideous shoes.
Samara figured it was the perfect time to get her plan into action. She had planted the open flask of disgusting potions waste in a cabinet high above their heads, resting on the door in a way that, once the cabinets were opened, it would topple forward and spill all over Elliot.
Being that Samara wasn't very tall, it was perfectly acceptable for her to ask Elliot to get something down for her. "Could you please get me the sugar?" she asked politely, while pointing out the correct cabinet, "It's in that cabinet."
Elliot rolled her eyes at the girl's false innocence as she reached up to open the cabinet that was pointed out to her. Before she could realize what was going on, she was covered in a disgusting brownish-green goo; not to mention she smelled awful. Hot tears were streaming from her eyes because of the intense smell.
"Oh, gosh!" Samara said, fake-shocked, "Daddy's must have been doing one of his experiments again...Would you like me to show you where the shower is?"
"I already know," Elliot said harshly.
"Oh, right, because you stayed overnight a couple of days ago!" Samara replied, holding her nose. "Well, you'd better get up there before the twins get a whiff of you."
But before she could leave, Samara whipped out her camera-phone, a gift from her sixteenth birthday, and took a quick picture without Elliot realizing. Elliot turned her back a second later and headed for the stairs.
"You'd better use a lot of soap!" Samara grinned widely and stepped into the living room to play with the twins.
"What's that smell?" one of them asked, as both of the two boys put a hand to their noses.
"Oh, it's nothing. Elliot had a little accident, that's all..."
Romilda!
You are the best. Elliot got covered in that stuff! She's been in the shower for about an hour and a half already! I'm sending you a picture, too. It's not a moving one, though; I had to take it with my cell phone. But it's still pretty good!
~Samara!