Amethyst

Emily: nudges amethyst to the door of your room amethyst: mommmm I don’t wanna do this frowns Emily: I guess we aren’t going to dye your hair red anymore Amethyst: fine I’ll do it ok Emily: good now go into his room amethyst: groans and enters your room hmm? she sees album covers of different rock bands and artists and guitars hanged up on the wall this is cool maybe he’ll be a good husband maybe he’s emo like me she smiles a little you: sleeping