by S.J. | Score: 3200
Jess sat in her room, box of markers sitting lonely on the desk in front of her. Usually when she was anxious in times like these, she would draw, but nothing was coming to mind at all. She cursed her father for being such a prick. Maybe they wouldn't be in this mess if he wasn't so stubborn. So proud.
Jess stared at the paper, waiting for anything to come to mind, an idea to pop into her head, but nothing came. Maybe she was too angry.
"Your highness?" A tentative voice echoed from her doorway.
She turned to find Jake, one of the younger lab technicians in their keep.
"What?" She turned back to her markers, shoving them back into one of the draws. Maybe she should just keep working on her comic.
"I found one of your friends in the lab. Could you maybe tell your guests to stay away from our workspace, please? It's very delicate, the things we have in there."
"Of course. I'm sorry." Jess huffed half-heartedly.
"He said he'll be waiting in the parlor for you." With this Jake took a bow, turned and left.
Jess made her way through the halls to the parlor. The sun shone quietly through the windows, warming her shoulders. As expected, Quinn was sitting there, looking inqusitive as usual.
"Your dad won't stop crying. It's kind of sad honestly."
"I know. He's a prick" She g