G. Phoenix

G. is 15 years old. She is the daughter of K. Austin and S. Phoenix. G. is located in Los Angeles at All the colors of you.

G. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.

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Mood 81
Health 100
Marbles 30
Cash 12,601,936.00 M$
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Days Active: 915 days

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Flicker - Part 1



They say crime doesn't pay, but neither did Dolly & Gia's hot dog empire. After months of legislation, not only did we have to shut it down, but the lawyers' bills had left us as broke as my dad's record on the benefits of eating vegetables.


So, yeah, here we are, down and out, because someone needed a Band-Aid for her boo boo (looking at you, triplets). Which is probably why, for the third day in a row, I grabbed my lunchbox and asked my dad to drive me to the museum.

"Again? Can't you do something else with Dolly?" He asked as if I'd just asked him to clean the house.

"She is busy with her undercover PikPok series. It's big! Something about clandestine chicken wings and the high school cafeteria."

Dad frowned. "Why do you girls care what happened at a school you are not going to?

"Dad! Chicken wings matter! You can say a lot about a society by the way it provides itself with chicken wings."

That's when he finally agreed to take me to the museum, mostly because he wanted nothing to do with this conversation. And because somewhere deep down, he knew he owed me for letting Nori pick the car playlist yesterday. One song. Seventeen times! I had had enough of the Bluey Theme Song for... well, enough to turn Bluey in the face.

So when I arrived at the museum, I walked in as if I belonged (I did), headed straight to the same painting I had been staring at for two days, and sat.

An hour.

No phone. No sketchpad. Just me, the art, and my brain.

Some schoolkid walked past and whispered, "Is she alive?" I didn’t blink. That’s how legends are born.

Truth is, I wasn’t just looking at the painting. I was scanning it. The room. The cameras. The guards. The squeaky floor tile near the fake potted plant that I may or may not have tripped on yesterday. I wasn’t casing the joint. Not really. I was just... curious. The kind of curiosity that leads to Google searches like "how much is a Van Gogh worth" and "what is probable cause."

Posted 8/17/2025, 9:00 PM

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