A Little Story by Vanessa G.S. Nelson

So here's my story. This morning, I got up, all groggy-like, and made my way to the... e-hem... throne. I stopped short, said "Eek!", backed out of the room and scampered upstairs.
"Daddy??? I need your spider-killing services. It looks like a black widow... so don't miss, or it'll bite you and you'll die."
Yuck.
I hate spiders. Stupid, ugly, gross, disgusting, creepy-crawly, icky spiders. Who do they think they are, invading my personal space... ei. the outside edge of the garbage can, and making a cozy little home?!! I don't think so!!! He deserved to die.
So then I showered, constantly looking at the floor and ceiling, for any spidery friends who may be part of the spider Mafia.
Of course, this whole post-spider-encounter ickified feeling (you know the one), didn't last long, because soon I realized that there are no sleeps in between me and Bren, just hours.
Stupid hours. How dare they. Don't get me started on hours.
I had an awesome violin lesson today. Holy frick can Marla teach. She's awesome. My playing even kinda resembles music sometimes. lol.
Enough for this rambling. Better get back to homework.
Life's cool. I like life.

Capitol N for Nessessity. (Have I used that one yet?)