666 Ways To Love - Chapter One - Sweet Memories - Ville Valo Story

"I wont go to Finland! You can't make me! All my friends are here!!"
That's what Linaea had said. She'd thrown a fit like a spoiled child. She'd probably been a bit more cooropretive if her parents hadn't just died and it were actually her parents that wanted to take her to Finland and not her pain-in-the-ass grandmother (Lenn's dad took after his father...). She couldnt even play the "I don't speak Finnish" card.
And now she was in her grandparents house, a week and a half after getting out of the hospital, with her parents ashen remains sitting in a urn on the dresser. She had to steal that off of the mantle downstairs and her grandmother would eventually notic that its gone again and come get it.
Lenn was miserable. She'd arrived two days ago, her stuff got there this morning, she had almost no time to spend with Skye before leaving because her grandmother wouldnt leave her alone and now she was probably gonna get scolded for literally ripping the flowery sheets off her bed to be replaced by her Nightmare Before Christmas bed set.
'hmm...better burn this shit too,' she thought. 'Knowing her, she'd just sew it back together.'
She missed Skye so much....her freakishly tall, clueless self...
"Skye, you twat waffle!"
"Huh? What's a twat waffle?"
"Are you serious? You don't know what a twat is?!"
Lenn giggled to herself. She and Skye always had so much fun, despite how different they looked. Skye always dressed kind plain, sometimes dorky. People were always shocked to find out that they were friends. But Skye was hard not to like. SHe'd always been that was, since 3rd grade. They were friend's instantly and they helped eachother through everything. Lenn even tutored her in math so they could skip 7th grade together. They always had so many adventures...
During her flood og memories, Lenn had wandered outside and was lighting the sheets on fire with a lighter from her pocket. She hadn't even noticed! Some pyro she is. When there was a nice flame, low and behold, here comes her grandmother out the back door.
"What in God's name are you doing child!?" she bellowed in Finnish.
"Destroying one of the ways you thought you could torture me," Lenn muttered in reply, not even bothering to say it in the language her grandmother had used.
"And why do you keep using Emglish!?"
"You can understand it and it's how I'm used to speaking, duh. I don't see why I should inconveniece myself."
"Don't speak to me in that tone! And stop moving the urn!"
And there wnet Lenn's patientce.
"You're not my mother!" she snapped. "And you didn't even like her! They are my parents and I liked them both! So I would think I have more of a right to them than you do since I am their daughter! You're just the evil grandmother!!" And without waiting for a response, she stomped back inside and up to her room.
snappy snappy (me: scary scary! lol)

well...thats it...for now....what is in store for our little Lenn? Like I'm gonna tell ya! just wait...and until I get around to updating, stare at this slightly disturbing picture