<img src="quill.png" alt="image not loaded!"> The TV showed the latest news report. It was showing the burnt remains of a small jet plane that had gone missing a week or two previous. “no suvivors” the reporter said. “...no survivors” Quill repeted. Her face sadened, Quill knew who the family on board was. It was hers. She grabed the remote and proceded to shut of the TV. Quill stood up and stormed out of the room. [[CHAPTER 1: DENIAL]]Quill quietly walked to her room she flopped on her bed and hid herself underneath her blanket. many thoughts ran through her head, ‘why?’ ‘how?’ ‘its a crule joke, right??’ ‘maybe I’m asleep’ she started to sob, ‘ I won’t see them again, will I?’ ‘none of them. ever again.’ she began bawlng “ thiS ISN’T FAIR” her dog, fluffles walked up to her, “ bark!!” fluffles made cute puppy noises to console her. Quill reached down to pick him up. As she held him he licked her tears away, the pup was trying to cheer her up. She laid her head aginst the fluffy mass in her arms, “FL- FLUFFLES” she sniffled “WAAAAAAAHHHAH” she wailed ‘whats gonna happen now??’ ‘ am I gonna become a vagabond??’ (Time skip) Quill has lost her home and money, she was right. She was to become a vagabond. Quill had very little with her, she had some clothing, a pocket knife, and fluffles. While the two where making their way down town, an adult male approached Quill He was much taller than Quill, who was 4’5”. Fluffles pounced out of Quill’s arms, growling at the inidentafed male. Quill slowley moved her hand to her poket knife, keeping her eye on the adult. As he got closer he began to do hand signals. ‘is he doing sign language?’ Quill thought as her dog, Fluffles began to get scared and whimper. Fluffles began to back away only to eventualy run off. When Quill turned to the sound off her dog scampering, she called “fluffles!” a pause “flUFFLES!?” Quill had to blink. once. twice. three times. where her eyes deceiving her?? next was the sound of a car skidding off, and what was left in the dust was a small limp body; on its side sprawled on the street. Quill slowly walked up to it. she bent down she picked up the small lifeless body of her dog, she placed her hand over its face, closing its eyes for the final time. tears streamed down Quill’s face. she was screaming internaly. Quill held the mound of dog in her armes, walking back to the man. [[CHAPTER 2: ANGER]] “what do you want?” quill was furious. she once again lost family. the man held up a paper with messy writing on it. Quill squented her eyes to read the nearly unlegable words. “ are you lost??” “ are you homless?” Quill looked to him, “who are you?” he looked down on the paper, writing down his answer. he looked back to her showing her his reply. “i’m poblo, the local pimp.” when Quill finished reading she scowaled. “...” Quill was silent, a new paper was shoved towards her. “you still havent answerd my questions” Quill looked up a bit annoyed. She’d just lost her dog, she was a bundle of emotions. She didn’t have time for some questionair by some pIMP!!! [[Quill: rage on Poblo]] [[Quill: answer the questions but sass him]]Quill gritted her teeth “LISTEN, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT MY ‘SITUATION’ BUT IT'S SOMETHING YOU DONT NEED TO WORRY ABOUT. SO B Y E” Quill gave him a nasty stank eye and left. after all, stranger danger. [[CHAPTER 3: BARGAINING]]Quill sighed “ yes, I’m homless. but my problems shouldn’t bother you.” he wrote a new sentance “I, uh, want to help you.” “and I want to help your fashon sense, but I don’t have the time. thank you for your..uh kindness? anyway I’m gonna go bury my dog, so bye.” she turned and began to walk out. “oh and FYI gold teeth aren’t in this season.” [[CHAPTER 3: BARGAINING]] SETTING: place where hookers roam around(week later) STATUS : baraley eaten, weak, needs money, sleeps under tree by dog’s barial site. Because of Quills lack of money and education, she resorted to the worlds oldest profession, prostitution. Or at least attempting to. Quill made her way down town, walking fast so she could get to the part of town mostly known for hookers. When Quill arrived she studied the movements of all the sluts. 20 or so minutes, she began to copy the motions made by the other women. Quill walked up to a car that had no woman by it. As she peeked inside she saw an older man, when he looked over at Quill she suddenly lost confendance. Quill bit her lip, and began to lean onto the passenger side door. She took a gulp and fliped her hair. Quill studied his face, to her he seemed… confused, probably because she had no idea what she was doing. “so, you new at this?” he asked, his voice was gruff and sounded like he had congestion, He was probably a smoker. “Uh, ya… first day..” Quill answerd. He began to laugh, “no wonder you where standing over there for 20 minuets!” Quill froze, ‘was he watching me??’ she thought as he choughed. “so, how much cash are you lookin for?” he asked as he pulled out his wallet. Quill stared at the bundle of money in his hands, “uh umm” she had to think for a moment. [[don’t take money and leave]] [[“50 bucks”]] “uh umm” “you know what, I think im good, I’ll be off now.” Quill straghtend and began to walk away. unlucky for her, the man was not so willing to let her go. He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached out the window to grab Quill’s hair. When he got a good chunk he pulled her back to him. Quill looked back, knowing he wouldn’t let go. “now now sweetie, dont be like that” Quill gulped and grabbed the pocket knife she brought with her. She brought it behind her head and cut her hair off, and ran, she didnt stop till she bumped into someone. [[CHAPTER 4: DEPRESSION]] “uh... umm” she looked at him, “I think a 50 would brighten my day. ;)” she gave him a wink. “oh and I like to be paid up front.” at this comment he raised an eyebrow. “hm, ok..” he hannded her a neatly kept 50 dollor bill. “um now what?” Quill asked as she stuffed her cash in her dress pocket. “well..” he said as he began to pull out a cigarette. “now you get in my car” he said as her oferd Quill a smoke. She agreed and took the cigarette from his hand “you got a light?” he “of course” he lighted the end of the cigarette. “ok thanks” Quill said as she began to move away from the car, when he realized that she was leaving, he reached out to grab her. He caught the end of her extreamly long hair. Quill, in reaction grabbed her knife and choped off a large chunk of her birds nest, then she put out the cigarette on his hand, he jolted back in pain while Quill sprinted off laughing. As she ran she bumped into a tall figure. [[CHAPTER 4: DEPRESSION]]when Quill lookes up she saw a familliar face. “ah!” she said as she looked at a suprized pimp. When he realized that it was the girl from before he brought out a crumpled piece of paper. On the scrap paper the messy handwritting wrote out “now can I help you??” she looked at him “yes I’d like the help.. i need lots of help” he smiled, showing his golden teeth. He wrote on a newer piece of paper, “so what happend to your hair??” Quills eyes widend and she touched the now uneven tips. “oh uh it got cut off when i was running from some 40 year old.” there was a pause before quill spoke again “don’t ask, please” Poblo nodded and once again wrote on a pice of paper. “well, you look like shit, why dont we get you cleaned up, and get you some new threads.” “BUT THAT WILL LIKE COST MONEY, WHICH IS SOMETHING I HAVE NOTHING OF” Pablo wrote down “don’t worry i got the cash money” When Quill realized that he was willing to help her get back up, she began to tear up a bit. “I’m.. I’m sorry for yelling at you...when we uh first met….” “I’m sorry for becoming a burden on you…” “im sorry for letting you worry about me” Quill continued saying sorry as Poblo just kinda stood there not really knowing what to do. He gave her a paper that said “wait here brb” as he dashed off, when he came back Quill was sitting aginst a wall petting a stray cat. Poblo walked over and handed Quill a chocolate icecream cone. [[eat ice cream]] [[give ice cream to cat]] “oh thanks.” Quill said as Poblo smilled eating his own ice cream. He sat down next to Quill and the cat, as they watched people walk by. “Baby Bumps” Quill whispered from under her breath “???” Poblo looked to Quill holding a paper that said “WHAT?” “Baby Bumps will be the name of the cat” Quill answerd while petting the newly named Baby Bumps. [[CHAPTER 5: ACCEPTANCE]] “let’s name this cat Baby Bumps” Quill said as she gave the cat some icecream Poblo nodded and began to pet Baby Bumps. [[CHAPTER 5: ACCEPTANCE]]“wait” Poblo wrote “idek your name lol” “its Quill” “Quill what??” “uhh” “umm” “Quill Doofenshmirtz” “sweet”