Candace and Phineas Part 1"PHINEAS!" I scream in absolute horror. In front of me is the triangular- headed toddler. The same toddler who just broke my signed guitar. He looks up and smiles.Candace and Phineas Part 1 by ~DessertsAreStressed
"Hi Candy!" He greeted me, oblivious to my searing anger.
"You little-" I start, approaching him.
"What is going on in here?" Mom asks, interrupting me.
"Phineas broke my guitar." I say, anger boiling in me.
"Well-" Mom says, cocking her head.
"Well nothing, he broke my guitar, my Betty's signed guitar. Punish him!" I yell, not believing he was about to get away with this.
"He didn't know" Mom is defending that little devil?
"He didn't know he was destroying a 5 pound guitar, really?" I ask.
"He's only three, Candace."
Pure hot flames of anger spike up in me.
"Only three!" I yell "Well for 'only three' he sure can mess up a person's life. He builds things everyday. He makes plans, Mom. He is evil. E-V-I-L. He's pure evil!" I scream though clenched teeth. I can't believe she was actually defending that little demon.
Candace and Phineas Part 2I hate Phineas. He ruined my guitar. Not just that. There is so many more reason to hate him. He's the reason I'm banished in my room, sobbing into my pillow.Candace and Phineas Part 2 by ~DessertsAreStressed
"Candy?" A shy voice drifts from the front door of my room.
It was that little triangular devil.
"What do you want?" I ask not getting up to look at him.
"I'm I'm sorry, Candy." He says. Something in me wants to give in to the incredibly cute apology, but I let him suffer.
"My name is Candace." I say, knowing well that he can't say my name.
"I'm sorry for that too C-Candaze" He corrects himself. I sigh and face him. I thought finally having him mess up would be more entertaining.
"C'mere" I say, sitting up and patting the spot next to me on the bed.
"Candy- I mean Candax" He stutters "Am I really a monster?" He asks looking up at me. I can see tears welling up in his large, adorable eyes. I sigh.
"No, I am." I say, "You're an adorable little three year old who can do anything, I'm a bratty little eight-year-old who ca
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