Fill- Challenge 99 (DW)

[romanajo123]

 (I know the Donna thing was an example but...)

Ten- year-old Donna Noble wasn't happy.   Taking her red hair out of the mangled bun it had been in for the past hour, she sulked all the way home from Ballet class. 

 

"I still don't know why you can't just let me quit!" she exclaimed to Sylvia, for probably the thousandth time that month.

 

"Because, Donna" Sylvia began sternly. "It's important. How on earth are you going to get anywhere in life if you quit everything?" 

 

"But it's not fun anymore!" Donna countered. It was true- the only fun she'd had in the past few lessons was when she, Susie Mar, and Nerys had mocked the instructor when she was out of earshot. 

 

"Well who said everything in life is fun, little madame?" Sylvia asked as they pulled into the driveway. "And by the way, I talked to one of the girls at church. You'll start piano next Friday. " 

 

At this, Donna pouted. 

 

"And don't try that look. It might work on your father and granddad, but not me." 

 

Entering the house, Donna stomped off to her room, tired and in a foul mood. Another lesson! She had Ballet on Mondays and Choir on Wednesdays. What was her mum trying to do to her? Donna hoped this was just, remembering a word she'd heard her dad use before, a "phase" : that her mum wouldn't be like this forever.