February 3, 2013 by Musical
The story, continued.
She walked near her desk, it had a jar, with a pretty leafy vine coming out of it. What she was focusing on at the moment was a orange, and white goldfish, with a peculiar attitude. It swam to the middle of his living space, waited a few moments, and went into hyper drive. It swam as hard and as fast as you could imagine a little fish to do. Finally, with a nice sharp pitch, the fish smacked the glass on his bowl. Jantine didn’t really know what to do with that, she waited a few moments to contemplate what would be the best action for the next move. She ruled that the most normal way to leave this awkward situation was simply to sprinkle fish-food in the bowl, and walk away. She carried this out, and went downstairs, to get some breakfast.