User blog:Roseann Shadowflame/LMBW story Pt 1.

From my POV, for obvious reasons. :P

''' Short Ch. 1'''

It was an average day for us, really. Get up early, do our work, and head towards the main building in the center of LEGO City. The daily routine, for me, at least, was get up, brush teeth, do hair, change clothes, hop in my car and drive off towards the main building.

A good place for socializing, quite frankly. That's why there was an entire section devoted to 'chat'. Or, as some people wanted to speak of it, the "Social Floor."

Well, it's hard to explain how I was recieved here. My attitude was different from everyone else. Mostly. I was a rule breaker, rebelious, wasn't afraid to talk back... eheh, you wouldn't believe how many times I had gotten "The Card" (aka a ban, it prevents you from going onto the chat floor) because of my behavior. Maybe disrespect wasn't shown towards me all the time, but I had learned to accept that after hundreds.. and hundreds... of warns... and "woe is me" conversations with the chat moderators.

Ah, my life is so hard.

How many times I had curled up into a sobbing ball of angst, cursing and being overall brattish because I don't like it when things don't go my way. But things like that happen in life, and I supposed I just had to move on.

"Hey Rose."

I was greeted by lots of that when I first walked in. It was Wednesday, May the 29th, 2013. A lovely time, I'd say, really; the sun was shining all over the city, the birds were chirping, convertable topped cars had their tops down, and people had parties outside. Well, the parties part was annoying, but it told us it was Spring.

I grinned evilly, waving ever so slightly at the group of people who had gone back to chatting. I glanced over to a few people, who were sitting in the little two-person rooms at the other end. "Hello, minions of my supreme empire. Have any of the good villagers passed this way?"

I liked talking gibberish, though I'm not sure why. Perhaps it was because I enjoyed funny things, even if my opinion of "funny things" were acting immature, insane and... evil.

I found a relatively-nice looking futon on the other side of the room, and preceded to march over and plop down on it. I crossed my arms behind my head, lifted my feet onto the table, and sighed. "Your queen has arrived. And thus, my first command, is to ban everyone I don't like."

Obi, one of the moderators-- or peacekeepers, which I didn't like, seeing as it sounded relatively like the Hunger Games-- facepalmed rather excellently. "Rose..."

I grinned relatively evilly, giving a thumbs up and shouting, "I KNEW IT! HE ALWAYS SAYS THAT!"

Yes, I was immature. Perhaps I still am. Point?

"Alrighty. Anyone seen Sherm?" I asked, reaching down to my side and grabbing a white pillow, shoving it onto my lap. "I wanted to talk to him."

"You always want to talk to him," Klintrin said, putting on that "blockface" expression that I had grown to know the meaning of.

"Yes, yes I do," I replied flatly, closing my eyes and humming something relatively annoying. "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts..."