(Sorry for vanishing, and I agree with you, Dragonite. I heard yesterday that I have a three-year-old cousin, and his lung had giving out because fluids kept building up. My mother had said his lung gave out, and nothing more, and then I asked my Dad for more details. He said fluids where building up, and his mother, my great-aunt, wasn't very nice to him, and had a lot of drugs. I thought it was just my mom's father, not my great-aunt.)
Genee shifted in the bed, getting a little restless. She slid over the edge, landing on her feet. Her tail lashed as she fought for balance for a moment. She leaned against the bed, wondering what she could do. Maybe I can go over and talk to my neighbors? She stared at the wall. She suddenly imaged of being a real luxio. She was running in a forest, her eyes darting everywhere. She moved faster as a big tree come into her view. Her yellow eyes glinted as she spotted a hole in the tree, large enough to fit her. Genee blinked as she was put back in the real world.
(I daydream here and there...even in school, so I don't tend to hear the teacher much.)
