After she wouldn’t reply when I asked her to come downstairs, I went upstairs to her room, and lightly rapped at the door, “JoJo?”, I asked. Still nothing.
All I knew about this assignment was that I was supposed to watch some dancer brat for the weekend while her parents were away. She is supposedly famous, but I had no idea who she was, and her parents implored me to use whatever means at my disposal to rear her in, as she had been acting out a lot lately, causing them much alarm. I promised I’d do what I could, and again, lightly rapped on her door, “JoJo? You’ve got to come out of your room and grab a bite to eat, okay?”.
Still nothing.
I gave up and opened the door into her bedroom to find her on her belly on her bed, licking a big round lollipop, huge bow in her hair, pods in her ears, watching something on her phone. She was dressed:
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