She was your ordinary person. She had an ordinary home. She even had an ordinary last name. But what she was about to find out was that she was anything but ordinary. She was Part Pixie. But not just any pixie... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She looked in the mirror. It was early on a Monday morning, and time to get to school. "I, Chartreuse Elizabeth Smith, will smile at least once today." She said to her reflection. Then she shook her head. "Who am I kidding?" a blank look resumed on her face. She was 18 years old, and only 4 feet 9 inches tall. She had brown hair that she pulled back in a pony tail. There were these black heels that she wore, that gave her 3 inches of height. It killed her feet, but it was worth it. She stared into her own tired green eyes, and sighed. "I hate everything. People are so mean in College. Its nothing like High School." She thought to herself. She packed her purse, and went out to her car. The morning was unusually warm for late October. Another day of Calculus, Biology, Intro to Buisness, and Orchestra. Another day, just like she was used to. A strange wind began to blow from behind her.
Chartreuse Smith · Sat Mar 29, 2008 @ 06:42pm · 2 Comments |