Paranormal Critters - Mine, Mine, Mine!

Faeyt Chord had asked her daddy for a pet. She was quite lonely; considering most of her time was either spent confined to a hospital bed, or she was avoiding other people at school. She didn't like the stares a lot of the other kids gave her — for not talking. The little girl had begun to get bullied while between classes — or at the end of the day when she was searching for either her mommy or her daddy.

At one point Faeyt had been hit hard enough that her nose had bled — and the person who had hit her had run off before a teacher could come and get them. Faeyt had not know who they were. She rubbed at her eyes as she stumbled from her bedroom — it was a Friday morning; and Faeyt was aiming to get her father to let her skip school (as she had been attempting to skip school for the past few days).

She ran through the house, until she came upon the kitchen. Dressed in her bright green footie-pajamas, the little girl skidded to a stop against her father's leg, gurgling upward at him as she clung to his leg. Her hair was a mess, as she had just tumbled out of bed. The little girl beamed up at her daddy as she moved to climb up into her usual chair — she liked to 'help' her father make breakfast. Oftentimes this just meant she'd stand up in a chair and hold the chocolate chips, but it made her feel useful!

She reached out her hands to claim some of the chocolate chips from the bowl they had been poured into, waiting to be told what she was to do with the chocolates. She bounced in her chair, her bright eyes studying her father. She signed childishly with her left hand against the counter-top, as her right was full of chocolate — 'Daddy, do you have to work today?'

@Sashi

Faeyt dumped the chocolates in, staring up at her daddy curiously. Her eyes brightened briefly, as she clapped her hands and bounced up and down in her chair. 'You mean it, Daddy?' She knew that most kids still had to go to school if their parents weren't working; but Faeyt was quite certain she would get today off, just like her daddy!

The small fae-child — confirmed banshee, unconfirmed siren, was soon reaching for the lid to the plastic bowl, to shut the chocolates up for safe-keeping. As she snapped the lid on, rather slowly, she clapped proudly and clambered onto the cabinet to reach for plates. She was used to this routine. Thankfully the plates were plastic — there were glass plates but they were much too high up for her to get; even standing on the counter.

She settles onto her knees as she sets the plates down, and slowly inches off of the counter and back onto her chair. She beamed at her father as she clambered down from her chair, to drag it slowly to its place at the table. It was all very routine. And the pancakes were her most favorite thing in the world — besides chicken nuggets!

She held tightly to one of her Christmas presents; she had gotten rather attached to one of the plush toys her parents had bought her — a teddy bear. She had taken remarkably good care of the toy; its fur was not matted and messy, and she had even named him — his name was Sawyer.

She climbed to sit at the table, kicking her little legs as she sat Sawyer the stuffed bear in her booster seat. She signed at the toy, and bobbed her head excitedly. She had gotten three plates down — one for Sawyer, one for her daddy and one for herself. She reached down to tug at her footie-pajamas, squirming around excitedly.

'Daddy? Do I have to go today or is it my day off too?'

@Sashi