Eve was on the floor of her bedroom, struggling to reach underneath her bed. She couldn't....get...her shoe! "Speak of the devil, tell that dog that if he hides my shoes again, we'll be finding out if dogs go to heaven for real!" She shouted through her door. Sighing, she got up and straightened her clothes, opening the door.
"I swear he does this so I can't leave," She shook her head, going out to the living room with her dad. "So what's the occasion? Let me guess, mom's working late and you're bored?" She teased.
She peeked in the boxes and took a slice of the pineapple and Canadian bacon pizza, then curled up on the couch. She debated eating it, knowing she would pay for it later. She was a ballerina, she had to be careful of what she ate.