Oakie: zzzzzz

Oakie: zzzzz

Oakie: *sighs then floats to the roof she sleeps on and sleeps*

Oakie:oh I was 8 aswell

Oakie: * trying to not cry*

Oakie: so how old are you?

Oakie:*starts sobbing*

Oakie: I miss my father and sister bit I hope my mother rots in hell

Oakie:that must've been bad

Oakie: *yawns*

Oakie:cause my legs got crushed by the wheel then a rock fell and shards of rock hurt me til the rock finally killed me

Oakie: it hurt alot

Oakie: my mother drove me off a cliff

Oakie: *she painted a piano*

Oakie: *she's float to art shop took pain t a brush and a canvas and painted*

Oakie: that's cool

Oakie: *she's listen*

Oakie: ooooh

Oakie: * floats to the music store confused*

Oakie: *wakes* ?