Joyce had always been a simple woman. In her childhood, no, she had a huge imagination. She and her 4 best friends would pretend a lot of things and made up stories. They had tea parties with their stuffed animals, made them talk, and wrote of all their "adventures" down. In the main pretend world they had, Joyce was always the belle of the ball, Princess Diana. Older, she was Princess Diane. She thought the name suited her better when she wasn't too girlish and was doing more tomboyish things.
Back in the present, Joyce quickly sat up and looked at her surrounding. "What happened?" she moaned to her daughter of 15, Jamie. "You simply fainted." Alysha said with etiquette. Joyce thought quickly, "Our cat is talking." "Of course I would be talking, I come from Katz. And from the shocked look on your face, you didn't know I could read minds." Alysha chuckled. Jamie's mother was really puzzled. "Who is that cat friend of yours on my daughter's screen?"
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