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Hmph.
XDXDXDXDXDXDXD YES.
+bawls eyes out++finishes+
+glares at Kamiko's profile picture+
XD
O.OMOREMOREMOREMOREMORE
Good.
:D Thanks!
;) Aww shucks - hey you havent added anything in a while, why not! Add something to your folder so I can say I like your writing!! Plus, I wanna read more of the Cinderella story...so get to it!
A Festival of Color
Moons of Man
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"Pix! C'mon, the bus is here! Pix!""I'm coming, I just have to feed Tilly -"
"There's no time, get Mirc to do it come on!"
"Alright, alright, I'm coming..." Pixel muttered as she strapped on her Hoverskates and flew down to her brother at the front door, tapping his foot impatiently, one hand on the panel of the door.
"You ready, finally?" Calix asked sarcastically.
"Yes, I am - don't be so impatient!" Pixel shot back, grabbing her tablets and slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Calix decided against arguing any more, he knew it would just go on forever. He just tightened his lips and stalked out the door, his sister following. Outside their 'humble home', cars were hovering and flying above their heads, so a soft whirring sound was a usual. Calix and Pixel headed for the bus hovering at the end of their yard - Calix flicked a quick switch as he passed and the grass immediately began watering itself - and clambered in, pushing past rows of rowdy kids talking, eating, laughing and throwing things at eachother. Calix sat down before Pixel, taking a seat next to his best friend, Meek, and Pixel carried on until she was in the very back. She sat in a seat two rows from the emergency exit, and stuffed her bag under her seat. Elijah didn't get on for a few more stops, and Lysa was nearly the last to be picked up by the bus. So, Pixel usually just sat quietly, waiting for her friends.
Dictionary of things in Pixel's POV
Hoverskates - Sort of like regular sneakers, but with special ani-gravity panels on the soles that can hover and move up to two stories in the air.
Panel (view spoiler) - A future doorknob that is just a flat panel replacing the knob, the residents of the house only have to place their hand in front of the sensor, and the door slides open. Unknown persons coming into the house will be scanned and their presence will be announced, along with who they are and what they do for a living. Very handy for burglars.
Tablet - Basically more high tech iPads instead of schoolbooks and binders.
THIS WILL BE FREQUENTLY EDITED
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Pixel's POV
"Em, you were lucky, boy were you lucky," Michael joked, but mostly out of relief. "But Mother's gonna kill you."Emily nodded miserabley, looking down in the hand mirror she had found on the kitchen counter. Her and Michael were sitting on stools in the kitchen while Margaret showed Aunt Edith and Mrs. Abbott her piano skills. They had slipped away as soon as Margaret had offered to show what she had learned on the piano to Aunt Edith, and just in the nick of time. After Aunt Edith's show of interest in Emily's face, the whole family was trying to keep the topic of talk as far away from that as possible, and keep Aunt Edith busy.
"Ohh I should have known this wouldn't fool her," Emily groaned and put the mirror down, biting her lip. "I just wish I could disappear. Why, Michael -"
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But Emily never got to tell Michael exactly what she had in mind, because at that very moment, before Michael's very own, shocked eyes, Emily had disappeared with a pop. Pop! Just like that. Just as she had said.
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"Margaret, I don't think-" Emily started, but her sister motioned for her to be quiet.
"Stop talking, you'll mess up your makeup!" Maragret said crossly, dipping her finger into a jar of oily lotion and dabbing it onto Emily's face. "This'll work as best as anything, but if you keep talking, you'll ruin it! Now don't talk for at least until Aunt Edith comes, understood?"
Emily nodded reluctantly.
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"Why hello Aunt Edith! Here, let me take your coat..."
Emily squirmed uncomfortably in her seat on her bed. She had been told to wait there until her Great-Aunt arrived, and by the sound of it, Mother was greeting her at the door. Oh, how she wished Rose was here! Emily was sure Rose would be exactly what Aunt Edith was looking for, and it would take her mind off of Emily and her odd looking face.
Once again, Emily got up and went over to the mirror that hung over her dresser. She looked awful. She didn't know what Margaret had been thinking -
"Em! Em, come on this is our cue!"
Emily looked around to see Margaret and Michael peeking into her bedroom, Margaret with her hair pinned up elegantly, a long dress with pink frills and roses that reached down until her feet were hidden, and the sleeves were short and fluffy. It was Margaret's best dress, which she only wore on special occasions. Michael was wearing his best suit, and his hair was slicked back in a way he only ever did when Aunt Edith came to visit.
Emily looked down at her own dress. It was a light blue, with sleeves that reached to her elbows and the hem to below her ankles. Gold, frilly ribbon made stripes along the bottom and a necklace of gold lace around her neck. Emily liked to look pretty, but this dress was just awfully itchy, and it was hard for her to breath at times. But, she had to look her very best for Aunt Edith.
Emily took one last look in the mirror, then followed her siblings down the stairs, Margaret in the lead, with her and Michael forming a triangle behind her, right into the parlor.
"Hello, dear Aunt Edith, how do you do," Margaret said, curtsying and bowing her head until Aunt Edith nodded her head curtly. Aunt Edith was a tall, thin woman, with silver hair and pursed, red lips. She had spectacles sitting atop her nose, and she looked down over them begrudgingly at the oldest of Elizabeth Abbott's children.
"Hullo, dear Aunt Edith, how do you do," Michael bowed as Margaret straightened up and took a seat, smoothing the folds of her dress under her.
"Hello, dear Aunt Edith, how do you do," Emily repeated, curtsying and bowing her head as Margaret had done. She hoped she wouldn't comment on her face-
"My dear child, what happened to your face!" Aunt Edith cried in horror as Emily took a seat next to Michael and Margaret. She winced. Mrs. Abbott, sitting near Aunt Edith on a chair, looked just has horrified as her.
"What do you mean, Aunt Edith? My face has always looked this way," Emily said, repeating the line Michael had recommended to her. She squirmed a little in her seat, but tried to stay still.
"Why, it's all - all - all pink and white!" Aunt Edith stammered, waving her hands about and peering closer to her great-niece.
"But that is the color of my skin, Aunt Edith," Emily replied.
"No it isn't! Your nose is humongous and your left eye is - is -" But Aunt Edith never got a chance to say exactly what Emily's left eye was, because at that moment Mary appeared in the doorway, looking flush but clean, holding a tray of little cakes.
"A cake for m'lady?" she asked, shoving the tray at Aunt Edith. She gave a barely perceptible wink at Emily, then continued pushing the elderly woman. "Come on, they're really quite tasty!"
Emily shot a look over at Margaret, and she was sitting straight up, looking immensely relieved. Mother, however, was glowering at Emily like she knew exactly what her children had cooked up, and they were going to get it as soon as Aunt Edith was out of earshot.
Emily gave her a weak smile, then bit into one of Mary's cakes as the tray was passed around.
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Emily's POV - Continued - Again Again
So good! :D:D:D
Thanks so much!
