melody: i may be out of tune, but ateast i don't need to wear a muzzle *leaves*
Penlope: * no one gave her a way to brush off insults, no one thought that was important while thye made her, or maybe no one wanted to give that up*
Penelope: *fixes stringy boi* here pretty butterfly, now go fly away before anyone picks on you
Penelope: *comes back out of her room and hopes David ist here becuase she HATES David becuase he wants to eat her more than anyone*