Pre-Teen Bard

Sam Sampson, boy, Age 14, Grade 6th but thinks he's going into the ninth, slim build average height, red hair, blue eyes. Secrets: Still sucks his thumb, wimp. Tonya Sampson, Girl, Age 13, Grade 7th but thinks she is going into the eight, Slim build, tall, blounde hair and blue eyes. Secrets: Pees a little on herself mostly out of carelessness, cannot read, wears padded bra. Betty Sampson: Girl, Age 11, Grade 6th which is where she expected to go. Average weight and height, red hair and black eyes Secrets: Wets the bed from time to time, plays with dolls meant for eight year olds, speaks with a lisp when scared. They will go to the Aunt's old school. They will start in different grade but all will end up in sixth grade. They will stay and sleep at school from Monday to Fridays. On weekends, they go home. In this case to their aunts. The school is tough. When at their aunt's the servants will be more in charge. They will not put up with bad behavior. At school the 8th grades take care of the 6th graders.

Sally: He didn't like being in the backseat and the boster but there wasn't anything he could do. The director

No, Idea will work unless you can get the characters right and the details of the experinces. One or two sentences reply doesn't give much to work with. "I play with my ball.' Isn't enough. "I held the red ball in hands. The way I could squezze it made me giggles. I let go and it fell to the ground. It was shocking when the ball didn't just sit on the floor. It jump up in the air all by it self. I looked at mommy. She said "Ball bounced." "Bounced?" I said. She explained to balls bounce when they hit the ground. I giggled and tried it again. It did bounce. Wow! That was fun to do. I kept on doing it. What a wonderfull ball!" That's example a longer but still short posting. It adds more details and life to roleplay.

(Sorry but no. The posts are too short and don't add much detail.)

(Do you have a better ideas than this one?)

(Molly is your girlfriend. Sally is mine.) Nick: "Polly, that doesn't sound like stress. No, there's no way we can cure him of that." Sally: "Maybe we can at least get him to act older. Maybe at least eight or nine." (I need you to give me more information when you post about what James thinks and feels.)

Sally: She snuggly puts on a diaper on James. "Maybe it's stress. If we reduce it then he would get better." Nick: "Come on. What kind of stress would cause this far back regression? How do we deal that kind of stress?" Sally: "We need to talk to his girlfriend?" Nick: "I don't her." He crosses his arms.

Sally: She gently takes Jame's diaper. She cleans him

Sally: She holds him in her arms. "It's a start." Nick: He doesn't like it but what choice he have. James is his friend. "I think his diaper needs changing. Sally: "I'll do it." She leads by the hand to the changing table. Nick: "I just hope his girlfriend doesn't interfere.

Sally: "Come on. You can do it."

Nick: "What should we do first?" Sallly: "Help to walk." To james she says, "Can you stand up?"

Nick: He throws up his hand. "Now he's talking like a baby." Sally: She tries to calm Nick and then turns to James. "We'll help you grow up."

Nick: He's shocked. "Couldn't you have used a sippy cup? Why on the floor?"

Nick: "What? This just gets worse and worse." He walks around and around. He is so mad. "I'll go see him after school. I got to try one more time." After school he knocks on Jame's door.

Nick: He is waiting for James at school. "Where can he be?"

Nick: Sally and Nick do their homework. No talk about James is included.

Nick: They go off for a early dinner and then home.

Nick: He walks out

Nick: "Yes! Help him! Help him act his age! Diapers are not just for babies!"

Nick:

(Enough posting for me today.)

Nick: "Are you trying to brainwash my friend? He doesn't need babying." He walks up to Molly and looks straight into her eyes."

Nick: He's trying to get it through his head. "Did she know about your accidents? It's seems a strentch for her to recommend it off the bat. Not many people who need to wear diapers want to be babied." He walks around the room. "I sure don't."

He shook his head. "I still don't understand but what more can you say to explain it?" He turns around then back. "I have control problems but I deal with by playing my guitar. Maybe you try something else before babying. What does Molly know?"

"Another reason? What could that be?' He listens. Couldn't this be true? He's not sure to believe it or not. "Showing your diaper doesn't help." He runs his fingers through his hair. "Do you really want to be treated like a baby or someone older?"