Post by BILLY POND on Jul 5, 2015 3:35:02 GMT
Billy Pond was a problem child. At least that's what most classified her as. A problem child that was more or less supposed to be under probation and reform orders from her parents here at this stupid island school. Part of that was that she was supposed to actually participate in some kind of extra curricular activity for once. Her parents hoped it would occupy enough of her time that she wouldn't get into as much trouble.
They should have known better.
While Billy still get in plenty of trouble she did have one good reason to show up for the club of her choice. If her parents found out she wasn't they were going to cut off her allowance flow. Luckily Billy had managed to find one she actually kind of liked attending. Which one would have come as a surprise to most, art club.
Billy had actually attended the club pretty regularly and despite her usual behaviors it was one of the few times the girl was actually pretty quiet. Not that she didn't talk at all but for once she was actually rather invested in doing something and most of her focus was on the art not on causing trouble
Such streaks never last long with Billy Pond.
This particular day she finished the piece she'd been working on and stepped back to admire it. It wasn't terribly spectacular but it was a work of art to her. She'd actually quite forgotten how much she enjoyed art when she was younger. "It's a master piece!" She exclaimed rather excitedly as her arms flew into the air in triumph. A couple stray drops of paint flew off somewhere.
Some kid nearby leaned in to look at her work and with a rather rude toned remarked, "That looks like shit, what are you talking about?"
Now Billy had been a very well behaved young lady up to this point, for once her upbringing in a rich household had been showing. She spoke properly and kindly, she was patient when she needed something or had a question, she hadn't even stepped on anyone's toes yet. This comment however, would be where she drew the line.
The happy look on Billy's face dropped as she stepped forward and picked up the canvas from the easel she'd been painting at. She turned tot he boy with the painting in hand and stood there for a moment.
And the she smacked him upside the head with it.
"Looks like you're a part of my master piece too now" Billy laughed at the wet paint that had gotten on the side of the kid's head and quickly moved to put her painting between them as he launched for her.
There went her good girl streak.
LOTTE KARLOTTE here we go : D
They should have known better.
While Billy still get in plenty of trouble she did have one good reason to show up for the club of her choice. If her parents found out she wasn't they were going to cut off her allowance flow. Luckily Billy had managed to find one she actually kind of liked attending. Which one would have come as a surprise to most, art club.
Billy had actually attended the club pretty regularly and despite her usual behaviors it was one of the few times the girl was actually pretty quiet. Not that she didn't talk at all but for once she was actually rather invested in doing something and most of her focus was on the art not on causing trouble
Such streaks never last long with Billy Pond.
This particular day she finished the piece she'd been working on and stepped back to admire it. It wasn't terribly spectacular but it was a work of art to her. She'd actually quite forgotten how much she enjoyed art when she was younger. "It's a master piece!" She exclaimed rather excitedly as her arms flew into the air in triumph. A couple stray drops of paint flew off somewhere.
Some kid nearby leaned in to look at her work and with a rather rude toned remarked, "That looks like shit, what are you talking about?"
Now Billy had been a very well behaved young lady up to this point, for once her upbringing in a rich household had been showing. She spoke properly and kindly, she was patient when she needed something or had a question, she hadn't even stepped on anyone's toes yet. This comment however, would be where she drew the line.
The happy look on Billy's face dropped as she stepped forward and picked up the canvas from the easel she'd been painting at. She turned tot he boy with the painting in hand and stood there for a moment.
And the she smacked him upside the head with it.
"Looks like you're a part of my master piece too now" Billy laughed at the wet paint that had gotten on the side of the kid's head and quickly moved to put her painting between them as he launched for her.
There went her good girl streak.
LOTTE KARLOTTE here we go : D
