Emma loved Jello. She was almost done with the Jello that came with her dinner.
"No Emma we don't know who's sending us texts."
Emma finished her Jello.
"Damn I'm done with my Jello."
Emma looked around for the call button. She looked out into the hallway. She wanted another Jello. One just wasn't enough for her.
Emma yawned and started dozing off.
"What are we going to do?"
Heather hated being the one in charge. Sometimes she felt like screaming. Now she felt like slapping Savannah for being so stupid.
"Shut up Savannah."
"Who died and made you Queen of the Blue Hairs?"
Heather couldn't take it anymore. She slapped Savannah in the face. The sound of the slap seemed to echo in the room.
Heather tripped over a bunny slipper.
"There's a slipper behind you."
Anna knew it was bad when she heard the snapping sound.
"I want more Jello."
No one paid any attention to Emma. Anna was able to get out of her chair and go off to get help. She was sure that someone would come soon since Heather was screaming like she was being murdered.
"Such a drama queen."
Anna had fallen in the bathroom last week and didn't scream that much. Anna's phone beeped to let her know she just got a text. She checked it.
"Did Heather enjoy her little trip over the bunny? Do as I say or you'll regret it."
To Be Cont.
By Barbara Desmond