I think this would be better for pudding's place.  

Sorry. 

“Are you okay Peony? There are circles under your eyes. You look tired.” Claire said to her sister. “I know, i don't want to talk about it.” there was an awkward pause, then she continued. “I don't get very much sun for a farmers daughter. They were in the middle of a diner party with one of their father's most prized customers. There were only two representatives from the company, the owner, and her strange daughter. Peony couldn't quite remember her name, It was something like violet, or victoria, sumthing with a V. they had finished eating the last of the main course, then devoured the dessert, and were now quietly sitting at the table while her father, James, and his guest chated about business and the fastest way to get the organic food to her workers, “three meals plus snacks!” Puppy quoted from the rich lady. “Shhh be quiet puppy! I don't want them to know…” she trailed of as she noticed that she had been mumbling a little louder than she had anticipated. “Hum?” Claire said in a questioning tone “Nothing!” she replied in a rushed voice. Her mother, Nancy, glanced up from the small tablet the rich woman used to show her parents business plans, and said in a clear tone, “Now dear! Why don't you run along and play with Vivian hear, you must be bored out of your wits!” the grungy girl hopped out of her chair and followed Claire down the hall. “Are you going dear?” mother asked. Without saying another word, Peony Hopped out of her chair and troted out of the room, clutching Puppy to her chest.

Puppy is a old mated leather puppet that looks sort of like a disfigured dog. Peony got it when she was born, and has been attached to it ever since. Sometimes she claims to hear it talk to her.

“Why is your sister so weird?” said the girl. “I don't know, and, please don't say that to her face, she takes things seriously” Claire replied.  Peony heard this conversation hallways away from the two, because of the empty manor of the house. She shivered then continued to walk down the hall, listening to Puppy talk. “The Nerve of thouse two! I can't believe how spoiled that little girl is! Just how she talks to yo…” Puppy stopped talking abruptly as I ran, headlong into the back of our guest. She spun around to face me in anguish. “BE MORE CAREFUL IDIOT!!!” the other two girls flinched as she growled, wolf like.  Peony stood up, angry now and says as calmly as she could muster, “Well i'm sorry if I was distracted your majesty, but I don't appreciate this very much thank you.” she stood up, and Claire grabbed her arm, and tryed to pull her back, but she shook her of and stormed down the hall, then turned around to grab Puppy, and continued her long parade down the hall.

Cool! So is this for character development, or is it like a character meeting place?

I'm writing this for a different perspective this time, just because it makes more sense to me.

I burst thru the door to my father's library, and flung the black patent leather booties across the room, and they landed with a thack against a bookshelf and fell with two other books. Since I had nothing else to do, I walked over and picked them up, putting them in there rightful place. Then I slouched in a fluffy love seat, that was pressed against two large windows behind one of my father's many decks scattered around the mansion. I was alone, FINALLY!!! I hated the two people that my parents had over! I placed Puppy on the sofa, then stood back up, searching for a long, boring book, that NOBODY would miss. Eventually I got a grasp on a very long boring book titled war and peace. My mother had told me that I would have to read this for school eventually, but for now, It was just gathering dust on one of the many shelves of the library. I also grabbed a pair of scissors, and a pen, because why not? Nobody would notice. Then I put them all down next to Puppy, who greeted me with a simple “hi” and climbed up the tall ladder leading to the gaping sun room. I propped open the trapdoor, then climbed back down to grab the items I would bring up.

I paced the sun room, completely bored. The walls (that weren't made of glass) were completely covered in pages ripped out of books, that have been drawn on. All of my art, was scratchy. It was hard to draw wolfs and other dog like creatures with a fancy fountain pen. “Why don't you draw another?” Puppy asked, in a tone that was probably meant to cost me into drawing on my father's expensive books, with his expensive pen, in expensive clothes and anything else that could possibly spoil an overly mature 6 year old, that everyone thought was dilutional. “I don't know what you mean! Puppy really does talk! You just don't chose to listen!” I would say. “ I don't have anything better to do…” I reply in a mischievous tone. I reach for the pen, and ideas flood my mind. Rolling hills, seas as deep as the sky is high, and valleys and forests that stretch on for miles, with no end. The product, was not as grand as I had imagined. The scratchy one pen, did not make a good substitute for the multiple colors and paint. In frustration, I flung it out the window. “ Why am I not good at ANYTHING!?!?!” I screamed, quietly. “Well, It's not nice to liter… what are we going to do about it?” Puppy coached me to do the right thing. I hated it when he was right. I slipped back on my shoes, and began walking out to the gardens, that my family made their living of of.