Cornelia

I see her. She is sitting in a chair less than ten feet from me. This woman makes me petulant in every respect of the word. She has covered the table with all of her crap. Do I see toast? Where did she get that? This is a "no toast zone." I investigated. It is one of those disgusting rice cakes. I thought my mom was the only person who ate those things. Oh, her daughter is sitting with her too. How sweet! They are both annoying. If I stay here too long, she will accuse me of stealing her stuff like she's done before. I am a thief you know. I love to steal other people's schoolwork and folders. I have a collection at home. She has her roller suitcase that she rolls all over campus. I have actually hidden when I have heard it's sound coming down the sidewalk. Oh, she beckons me. Why can't she just ask for help or call my name? She actually beckoned with her long slender fingers for me to come forth. I just learned that she is now a detective. Last year, she was a sage interpreting dreams. Now, she can look at a person and tell what profession they are by their clothes. She should have her own show like Columbo or Murder She Wrote. The killers would never be caught because she couldn't find a clue. She would just make assumptions that are wrong.