#tdceliana

[confessions-of-tdc-blog]

Thoughts on: Eliana, Sora, Macey, Mitch, and Callum

Eliana- Wow is this girl annoying. I don’t like her at all and she really needs to learn what a brush is.

Sora- Attractive but apparently it’d be illegal if I said that so he’s alright.

Macey- She’s boring, moving on.

Mitch- Who?

Callum- I like him, he understands the important things in life.

[but-its-a-rock]

I'm looking for a little girl.

Blonde, hazel eyes, short.

[but-its-a-rock]

Eli!

[but-its-a-rock]

Eli?

Are you around? Can we talk for a moment?

[but-its-a-rock]

Surprise Visits // Open

Dot scurried past the group of people a large smile playing on her face, for the first time in a really long time she had gotten a good night sleep in Miss Eli's apartment. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy staying with Miss Shenzi, no far from that, it was just that with all the trouble the older woman was having recently Dot felt it be best if she took herself out of the equation just until things for her calmed down. So in came Miss Eli, who took her into her home and let her at least sleep there during the night. As Dot move around a corner suddenly her arm was grasped tight and she was yanked toward a person. A small scream left her lips, that is until she saw the person towering over her. The child's eyes widened and she took a step back trying to free herself from the wicked witch as she called the woman. "Let me go!" She yelled but that only put a smirk on the face of the witch. "Let." She struggled. "Me." The little girl struggled more. "Go!" She cried gaining the attention of a passerbyer, "Is everything okay here child?" The elder woman asked before giving a harsh glare to the woman that had a hold of Dot. "She's fine. This is my daughter just throwing a fit . . ." Dot shook her head and tried prying the witches fingers off of her. "I'm not your daughter!" She screamed as tears pricked her eyes. The elderly woman frowned at the witch and shook her head, "Let the girl go or I'm calling the athorties." She said pulling her phone from her purse. Just as she did so the grip on Dot's arm was signifigantly loosened and she managed to slip free. Dot bolted for Godmothers, slipping under some peoples legs and dodging other's arms. She wanted to cry, she wanted to hide, but first she needed to get away. Dot slipped in the back door of the Cafe and scurried through the kitchen making her way to hide behind a group of Vending machine's her eyes only peeking out from behind as tears rolled down her cheeks. How did she find her, why was she here? She couldn't take her back, no not now. . . not ever.