The Second Life No. It was a horrible idea, a cruel joke about a girl who'd managed to make something of her life and then found out that all her effort was for nothing at all. Piper stood on the pale strawberry and peach tiles, frowning and looked a bit childish. At least she was able to keep herself from screaming and crying and pounding her fist on the table. She felt like screaming and crying and pounding her fist on the table. It wasn't that Piper was an unhappy person. On the contrary, she thought her life was amazing. Her husband loved her, and her children were rosy and healthy and beautiful. She even had a job she enjoyed. That was why she couldn't leave it all behind. No, she just couldn't.The Second Life by Breadstick-Memories
"Piper," her mother had said, made of lips and teeth and fat, with tiny pinpricks in her face-two on the front and two on the side. Piper loved her mother, but why couldn't she have had eyes, or ears, or maybe even both? It was
Current Residence: Most likely in the same galaxy as you.|
Favourite style of art: I love Surrealism. And now am trying it more.
Operating System: Windows XP.
MP3 player of choice: Charlotte, my loyal iPod.
Shell of choice: Turtle... no, Mock Turtle!
Skin of choice: My own. Please do not skin me.
Favourite cartoon character: Donald Duck, since he wears no pants.