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My daughter's room, but could I even claim that she was ever mine? Her room was just like her, or at least how she had been. Bright and cherry; how she always made me feel. At the age of five, she had taken complete liberty in decorating her room. Posters of cartoon characters adorned the walls. Most of them were her favorite one. The blue-haired girl with a polka-dot suit. What had she called her?, I tried to recall. Then I remembered: Ladybug. She always had a crush on her black-clad cat partner.

"I believe it owes much to my sister's playing." "Do not underestimate the charm of the singer," he replied. Elizabeth blushed slightly. However, any reply was lost in the sudden loud cry behind them. They turned to see Miss Bingley sprawled out on the floor near the pianoforte. It seemed that on her way to the instrument she had somehow tripped and fallen against a table, knocking over a full glass of wine onto herself. Turning as red as the wine on her dress, Miss Bingley struggled up with the help of a footman and then calling to her sister left the room as quickly as possible.

Polly was trying to change the topic. “Oh yeah! I’ve got that yellow bell plant over there by the corner. Later, around 10:00, you’ll see Bugsy, the bee or Butty, the butterfly dropping by. They’ve got a crush on Belle, the yellow bell.” “What about that big open flower beside Belle?” “Oh, her? That’s Gummy, the Gumamela… Isn’t she pretty?”

“Lily bug?” He gives me his cocky smile. “You need a good pet name. Would you prefer Lady bug? Little Lils? Lily of the Valley? That one is awfully long. I think I prefer Lily bug.” “Lily is just fine.” I say, my voice clipped in my annoyance. “How about Lily bud? Ohhh, that would work well with your name. Lily bud it is.” I huff and increase my pace. I needn’t have bothered, he just increased his as well.

she asked with an audacious look on her face. “Why are you walking aimlessly in the halls, Ladybug?” he asked. “The same reason you’re lying hopeless on that bed,” she snickered. “You are starting to have a big mouth aren’t you,” he said gradually, standing up from his bed. She took a giant strides backwards, “What are you doing?” she giggled. “Not trying to tickle you if that was what you’re thinking ,” he sarcastically walking towards her. She turned back, sprinting towards the door. The moment she got a hold of the door handle, she felt a force pull her backwards.

“Okay, I get it. I also don’t like drama and I hate surprises.” I smiled. “Welcome back to the pack, ladybug.” “What makes you then? A beetle or a cockroach?”

Willy explained. " Than I have the perfect idea. You see that little lady bug on the curtain." Ella pointed to the beautiful red ladybug with black spots. Willy nodded. " Make her bigger, make her much stronger and give her a large enough bottle. Take her with you and get the water." Ella suggested. Willy slapped his hand on his forehead," I would love to but bugs are not allowed near the fountain." "Alright. Who is ?" Ella clapped her hands together. " Only fairies, pixies and other mystical creatures." Willy gritted his teeth.

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We walked through the Garden pedestrian and reached the entrance of that hall. As I came near the entrance, I hear the giggling of girls. They were laughing, talking and must be many in numbers. I suddenly stopped feeling safe. Although I was not already, the Aura of the place didn't sound so good. I entered with the other girl and see a group of ladies playing ludo and then another group is talking and gossiping of something. My sight fell on a lady who was lying on the Bare floor with her long and black hairs open. Her blouse was too small which shows most of her big bosoms. I felt a little shy and turned my face. One lady was seeing lice in the other head.