"PHIONNA ELIZABETH COOPER! YOU GET OF OF BED, STOP FEELING FOR YOURSELF, AND COME DOWN STAIRS TO HELP SET THE TABLE!" a risk voice floated upstairs. Phionna stretched in her double bed. "AND DO IT NOW!!!"
"I'm comming I'm coming" she mumbled, rolling off her bed and onto the hard wood floor. She lay there for a minute, scratching her eyes and trying to kick off the tangled blankets wrapped around her legs.
"I DON'T HERE ANYONE GETTING OUT OF BED!"
"I said I was COMMING!" Phi shouted back as she slowly stood, trying to waste as much time as possible. She didn't want to go down stairs. Her family was down there. They all new what she had done, they all knew what she was capable of doing. Only there nanny, Nancy would speak to her, and it was her who was stomping up the stairs this very minute.
"Phionna. I said come down stairs and get ready for dinner." she said, starting to open the door.
Phi quikly pulled off her shirt and screeched "I"M GETTING CHANGED!"
"OH! Sorry dear..." Nancy said embarassed, hurridly shutting the half opened door. "Just come down when you finished"
"I will" Phi sighed, pulling the same shirt back on. She really didn't feel like picking out a new outfit to wear. She traded her pajama bottoms with a pair of black jeans and ran a comb throug the tangled mass of hair on her head. Giveing up on the battle she obviosly wasn't going to win, she pulled it back in a pony tail and trudged out of her room for the first time in three weeks.