Snippet #1934934

Nate 'Hunter' Evensmore

Hunter was deaf to the sound of knocking echoing throughout his family's large house. Instead he had fallen into the world of soft velvet sheets and warm cushioned feather filled pillows.

Though at the other end of the huge house, the sound of shuffling feet and excited chatter filled the down stairs rooms. Annabelle Evensmore was currently dragging her father towards their large and imposing hard wood front door, exuberantly babbling away about how she hoped that this new girl would play and be, in her own words, 'super-duper-extraly-nicely-nice'. It was times like these that one Mr. Evensmore wondered if his little girl already knew half the words she was speaking weren't actually in the English dictionary, -or any for that matter.
Sighing, the ageing man took a moment to re-adjust his loose tie and tuck in his un-tucked dress shirt. "Come on daddy! Open the door, please!" Annabelle begged, tugging at his shirt. "Okay, okay. But remember not to throw yourself at the girl like you did your last nanny. We can't have anything like that incident happening again." Said girl looked up at her father with round green eyes, lower lip slightly pouted. "Of course daddy."

Running a hand through his quickly combed brown hair, Mr. Evensmore pulled opened the door with surprising strength, a kind smile on his face as he greeted the teen. "Hello, you must be... Er-" "Rainy!" Annabelle interjected, throwing herself at the girls legs and quickly spurting out, "Hi my names Annabelle and this is my dad and my older brother Nate- er Hunter is somewhere else I'm guessing in his room but that doesn't matter 'cause he's not that nice to new people or people in general really, I don't know why thought but that doesn't really matter 'cause I'm way nicer than that stick in the mud anyway! Wanna see my ponies?"