LSN~Season 1, Episode 6 & 6 Month Blogiversary

*THROWS CONFETTI AND SCREAMS*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You guys it's our six month Blogiversary (sorry, I had no idea how to spell that)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If someone had told me that we were going to have nearly 9000 views and 46 followers on our six month mark, I don't think I would have believed them. I know that these aren't the biggest milestones ever, but for us they're a huge deal.

THANK YOU ALL FOR MAKING THIS BLOG SUCH A SUCCESS!! YOU ALL ARE THE REASON WE HAVE DONE SO WELL!!! 

I honestly don't even remember July very well. I know our first post was a welcome post, and then I believe I did this post about Camp Doll Diaries:

All I can say is I do believe my photography has come a long way. :)

I also know our first comment was from Hannah from AGDTime, and that Maddie, Cassie, Dollympics547, and Zoe were a couple of our first followers. Thanks guys. :)

We are so grateful for all your support, because it really has brought us all this way. I don't know how long exactly we will be operating this blog, but I know it will at least be for the next few years. Without you, it probably would have already crashed and burned. :) Without all of you, we probably wouldn't have come up with LSN and RP, and probably would still be taking rather amateur photos. So for those reasons, THANK YOU!! You are all such inspirations to us, and we are infinitely grateful. 

Anyway, that was my huge thank you. Maybe as a thank you sort of thing we'll redesign the blog or somethin'. Would you all rather have a single picture as the header, or a collage? The collage would probably end up being like the background.:) Anyway, here is LSN, and sorry about the blurriness of some of the photos, apparently my room was too dark for photo taking. :) Also, this part is rather short, but it helps explain where all of the characters are.

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From Coralee's POV

 I sit reading my book quietly.

 I hear a young girl clear her throat, look up, and see my maid Marianne standing expectantly in front of me. 

"What is it Marianne? Don't you see I'm busy?" 

 "Yes, m'am, I do see that, but m'am, she's awake."

 I smile, stand up and set my book down on the chair. I say, "Good, it's about time."

 I turn around and find that Marianne is still looking at me, her hands clasped behind her back. I look her up and down, and see that her uniform is missing something. Her hair is also a mess, as if our guest had been giving her a hard time. "Marianne, I expect you to wear tights. You know that. If you aren't wearing some tomorrow, you may have to begin looking for a new place of employment."
She nods solemnly and turns on her heel.

 She leads me down the hall towards the girl's room.

 When we reach the room, Marianne moves off to the side, and I gaze at the girl in the bed.

 She is tied to the headboard, her wrists appearing chaffed and sore. Her clothing and face are filthy, and she looks at me with hatred through half closed eyes.

 I walk closer and rest my hand on the foot board. "Well, our little ray of sunshine has finally awoken," I sneer.

 The girl coughs weakly and says, "Don't you ever talk to me like that."

 "Well, that's quite a rude way to treat your caretaker."
The girl laughs harshly and says, "As if, you're a captor and a bully. This is the first time I've seen you in the months I've been here."
This time it's my turn to laugh. I chuckle lightly and say, "Well, you're quite a firecracker aren't you? The thing is Aurelie, you've been unconscious nearly the entire time you've been here. How am I supposed to talk to you then? Hmm?" She doesn't respond so I keep talking. "Anyway, you're good bait so did you really think I would let you go? No. Of course not. I need her here, and I know she would do anything for you. You're the perfect lure for her." I laugh, getting ready to leave her with Marianne again.

 "You should know you won't get away with this Coralee, because you won't, even if you believe you will."

"Bien, ma cherie, ce est là que vous avez tort." I allow a sinister grin to pass over my face. "I already have gotten away with it."

I turn on my heel, leaving the stubborn girl alone with Marianne, and hoping that my bait will work. 

La Dictionaire Francais:

Bien, ma cherie, ce est là que vous avez tort: Well, my dear, that's where you are wrong.

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