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bubblywishes) wrote2013-01-12 12:55 am
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☆ Tenth Wish ☆ - [Accidental Video]
[It's early. Too early. Norma groans as the sunlight from outside hits her smack in the face, and she squeezes her eyes shut as she curls up in her bed, putting a pillow over her head to block the light. Ugh...no...not yet! Go away, sun, she still wants to sleep in for a few more hours! It's too early to get up on a Saturday morning. Yet, even at Norma's best, she cannot beat the blazing sun and grunts as she sits up in bed, grumbling and flinging the blankets off herself. Unknown to the young teenager, she actually left her journal on her bed last night, and the action of swinging her sheets off knocks the journal against the wall, having it fall open and immediately start recording. It's a shame she's still half asleep right now, too, otherwise she would have actually noticed that happening. Oh well.
Norma sniffs, climbing out of bed and scratching her untidy bedhead, looking properly frazzled after a long, wondrous night of sleep. If only she could still be within its majestic arms... Whatever, maybe she'll take a nap today, after lunch or something. As she contemplates such things, and heads toward the bathroom to wash up, she stops in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection.]
Mmh... [Shifting positions, Norma raises a brow and puffs out her lower lip.] Huuh...oooh... [And after taking a step closer to the mirror, she smooths down the front of her shirt, running her hands over her chest, watching her reflection and how her little breasts just barely peek out from the tightened material. Norma sighs, then lets the shirt go and grumbles angrily.]
Another year...and no progress at all. Come on, you guys! We're gonna have some serious issues here pretty soon. I mean, I feed you, I water you, I'm even talking to you right now! The least you could give me back is a few inches! I'm not talking G-Girl level, but get real! This [Yeah, she's pretty much grabbing her boobs right now, glaring at her reflection.] is not okay. You guys gotta get a move on, I mean it. I'm not gonna wait around forever. You've got til next year to grow at least three inches, got it? Three inches or we're over.
Norma sniffs, climbing out of bed and scratching her untidy bedhead, looking properly frazzled after a long, wondrous night of sleep. If only she could still be within its majestic arms... Whatever, maybe she'll take a nap today, after lunch or something. As she contemplates such things, and heads toward the bathroom to wash up, she stops in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection.]
Mmh... [Shifting positions, Norma raises a brow and puffs out her lower lip.] Huuh...oooh... [And after taking a step closer to the mirror, she smooths down the front of her shirt, running her hands over her chest, watching her reflection and how her little breasts just barely peek out from the tightened material. Norma sighs, then lets the shirt go and grumbles angrily.]
Another year...and no progress at all. Come on, you guys! We're gonna have some serious issues here pretty soon. I mean, I feed you, I water you, I'm even talking to you right now! The least you could give me back is a few inches! I'm not talking G-Girl level, but get real! This [Yeah, she's pretty much grabbing her boobs right now, glaring at her reflection.] is not okay. You guys gotta get a move on, I mean it. I'm not gonna wait around forever. You've got til next year to grow at least three inches, got it? Three inches or we're over.
[Voice]
[The sentence comes out before she can even process what she's seeing.]
[Not turning that camera off though, nope.]
[Voice]
NO! I mean--well...kinda? I guess... I wash them, y'kno--JUST CAN IT OKAY?!
[Voice]
[That'd be kind of horrifying actually.]
[Voice]
Yes, I know that! Jeez, it was just a joke! A joke no one was supposed to hear in the first place!
[Voice]
[Voice]
I was planning to have an uneventful morning before this happened. So you can either take what you said and stuff it somewhere unmentionable, or calmly close your journal and go about your morning. Jeez, what kind of person picks on someone for an accident like this anyway, huh?! ...Despicable.
[Voice]
But. Come on, it's kinda funny, isn't it? I mean, if my journal ever turned on by itself and started recording something embarrassing, I'd just accept it as a fact of life and pray there's no feature that lets other people record what I recorded. Since. You know. No one wants to end up on YouTube.
[Voice]
I gue--....what's a U-Tube? [It that some kind of ocean toy?]
[Voice]
The people in my country really like videos of cats doing cute things. But sometimes? People take put videos of people falling over or doing something stupid on there. Since it's funny.
[Voice]
What, really?! That stuff's actually allowed where you're from?! Jeez, if that happened to me right now, I'd throttle the slimeballs responsible for making me look like an even bigger dummy!
[Voice]
[Voice]
But uh, I...I guess I can understand wanting to be rich and famous in no time at all. Still, I'd rather do that and retain a bit of my pride and dignity, thanks. I mean, there's being rich and famous because of skill and talent, then there's being rich and famous because you're just a total numbskull.
...Red might work well towards the latter.