The secret life of Bluebelle

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Was all Scarlet Donahue heard as she cuddled up in her warm jumper trying and failing to get toasty with her favourite book, The White Rose.

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Ugh. She thought. When will be able to read in peace?. You see unlike her mother Angela and sister Georgina she never thought the sound of rain drops to be, how would they say, tranquilising. To her it was more annoying than anthing. She was especially annoyed, now more than ever since her mother, sister and she had just moved to a new town call Reddington a fair few days ago and they were still unpacking. She hasn't been able to just sit down, relax and read The White Rose in long while, what with all the unpacking, shopping, (which is what her mother and sister are doing right now) new school, entertaining her sister whilst her mum works her two jobs to pay for their new home. And she's missed her favourit protagonists, Paisley Snow.
She usually reads about her weekly as her old ritual, but this rain wasn't helping at all.

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A/N; What do you think?Yes, short I now, but I'll hopefully continue this later. Anyway, please review if you something to say about this...whatever it is short story or something. Even if it's criticism.