Cute-Little-Angel

The regular classical melody flooded throughout the nursery-like room. A small form shifted on the teddy-bear infested and lace covered bed. Chelsea forced herself into a sitting position. She counted the stuffed animals that surrounded her—twenty nine. A scowl formed across her face. "SEBASTIAN!" She screeched. A bird that was perched on a branch outside the window fell to its death; a glass toy shelf cracked sending eight baby puppy dolls straight down the floor. The door slowly cracked open and an aged man with fine wrinkles and short gray hair appeared looking completely unfazed by the screeching . He was in uniform, which consiste