Whishing

"Interesting." Ivy thought, "Even Marki can run out of ideas." Ivy had thought that this girl could imagin up anything. "Let me think..." Ivy told her. She started to rub her chin as if she had a beard, and started to pace back and forth.

She was drawing a blank. Nothing sounded good enough to her, she could do things on her own but having another person with you, you had to think of them first. Ivy nodded her head to herself. She was debating with herself what to do, "No...that's no good." "What about this?" "Not good enough!" her thoughts were driving her insane. She grabbed her head from all the noise inside of her. "Aaaaah!!" she screamed out, "I can't think with all this noise!"

She looked a Marki and smilled, "I think I have dame bramage because I can't think of ANYTHING to do." She rubbed her head a little trying to stop the pounding.