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"How is he, Doctor?"

"He has pneumonia, but he'll be alright. You were lucky to have called me at just the right time, just a few days more and his condition might have been serious. But since his illness is in the early stages he will recover quickly with the medicine I have given him."

Darin stood before the short doctor, looking down his nose at him with his fingers spread and pressed together. He paid the doctor and dismissed him before listening to an onslaught of heavy coughing coming from Caine's quarters. He frowned, thinking briefly of how karma had come around to bite Caine. He shouldn't have lied and withheld that letter from him. Darin found it anyways, in the vest hanging in their office tent. To say he was miffed was an understatement. Caine had wanted so desperately to save that foolish little girl Annabelle that he had withdrawn orders from him? That was a grave misconduct that he would pay for. Caine was still unaware of his knowledge of the letter, but he would soon find out when Annabelle was left behind. His illness was rather convenient as well. They could move to their next location, keeping Caine quarantined so as not to get any performers ill, and he would be unaware of Annabelle's absence until he was well again.

Caine frowned a bit at Darin entered his tent. He strode forward with a slow, steady gait looking much like a vulture, a death reaper. His skin looked even more sallow in the poor lighting. It was as if a great shadow followed him into the room, darkening it, hanging and brooding over Caine. It was as if he could hear the death march in the distance.

"It's your time . . ."

"What?" Caine demanded, sitting up a little, "What do you mean by--"

"To pack your things on the wagon." Darin finished with a vampire smile, "Your illness has delayed you, the rest of the cast is ready to go. The doctor says it's a mild case of pneumonia and you'll be alright with some rest."

Caine let out a nervous chuckle and relaxed a little, "Oh, is that all. Well, I'll do as I can, I'm not feeling up to speed. I'll need some help."

"All fine, but only a person or two. We must keep you separated to prevent you from getting any of the cast ill."

The small, brown-haired ringmaster grimaced. He couldn't go check on Annabelle and make sure she was ready to go, make sure she would be coming with them. He couldn't say anything, though, he couldn't insist. Darin would suspect something. Coughing to cover up his expression, Caine nodded.

"All's well, I shall begin immediately."

Darin turned and murmured as he left, "Yes, you will."

The darkly dressed man walked from the tent and began to direct two ring-performers to assist Mr. Klein. During their meeting he had read Caine's every expression, every move, and knew what he was thinking. But there was nothing he could do now anyways. Annabelle had already been let go. After the arrival of the doctor that morning Darin had gone to the tent Annabelle shared with the magician's assistant and told her that she was no longer employed my Monsieur Mersault's show and would take her leave as soon as her things were packed. He instructed her rather plainly to go to the nearest orphanage and check herself in. The raven-haired girl had said nothing, she only watched him with wide eyes, as if she were a puppy that had just been kicked. Darin had always thought she was a strange girl. She said nothing except to Caine or the magician's assistant, and she never reacted to anything as any normal person would. She didn't even shed a tear when told that she was to leave.

Annabelle was probably already gone, having little belongings to pack aside from a costume, a few pairs of clothes, and her crystals. The girl most likely wandered into the nearby forest that surrounded the dirt lot that was the fairground. The truth was, Darin never expected Annabelle to find an orphanage, not even the nearby city. She didn't know her way there and most certainly wasn't intelligent enough to find her way. Because she was a performer she had never been schooled in anything but her art. And now that she was failing in even that she was useless, and Darin could care less if she remained living. Nobody wanted a stupid little teen, especially him.

Aww, thank you. >__<

Here's a little more for fun, trying to get to the good stuff bot good stuff often takes the longest to get to.

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She stepped between tree trunks with a rucksack on her back and small case in her hand. Within the former was what little clothing and other items she owned and her four crystals in the latter. The noises her feet made on the autumn ground were tremendous in the silence of the wood. It was an instance where the dead were traitorous. They complained about their fall from grace, crackling beneath the feet of the lone passerby. She didn't think they had much to complain about, though, they were just little twigs and leaves. They at least had a purpose.

Dark clouds loomed over the forest, grumbling about their water weight. Annabelle peered up at them through the orange leaves, wishing they were illuminated by sunlight instead of dull with the gray background. It would start raining soon and then she would really be hopeless. She didn't like being wet because she couldn't swim. Even though there was only a small correlation between the two it bothered her. She didn't even much like showers, though she was rather hygienic. Water got everywhere, it was something she had not control over. Then there was the fact that she was lost, which bothered her as well. The teen had been told to find the town and an orphanage, but she had no intent of looking for either. She didn't want to be unwanted, so why would she go to a place specifically for the unwanted? To be wanted, she argued with herself. But if she wasn't wanted by Caine, then she didn't want to be wanted after all. Unwanted was alright.

The mouth of a large cave sprung up in a narrow clearing with a brook flowing through it. The cave was connected to a plateau of mossy rock that stretched back further into the center of the forest. It wasn't an abnormal formation in that area; there were several large stones and clusters of rocks here and there among the trees. The brook had high shorelines of earth covered in wild grasses, reeds, and cattails. A few small shrubs were placed sporadically among the grasses. They had glossy, sweet-smelling leaves that were of a familiar scent. The brook itself was shallow, only going up to the ankles of those who stood in its rushing waters. Little inlets harbored still water over small pebbles where the water striders skipped over the water and chased each other. The sound of the water was a relief to the silence of the forest, but in time it wouldn't matter much because the rain would drown out the sound of even the brook. The cave would be the only shelter for miles, so Annabelle took off her shoes to cross the brook and make a home out of the cave for the rest of the day and into the night. The juggler made haste of her crossing, jumping out of the water on the other bank and drying her feet off on the grass. She replaced her shoes and cautiously looked into the dark cave. The back of the cave wasn't but a few meters from the front, which made it comfortable. For a cave, that is.

Dragging her feet miserably, Annabelle went all the way to the back of the cave and curled up against the wall, hugging her rucksack and crystals close to her. The cave was strangely warm inside. The heat came from the rock; Annabelle could feel it against her back. It eased her discomfort and she relaxed a little, blinking tiredly as pattering noises began to echo in from the outside world. The black-haired girl laid on her side with her back against the rock and stared out at the white sheets of water orchestrating the wonderful sounds. Maybe tomorrow will be better, Annabelle. Maybe tomorrow will be better . . .

Morning came and the rain was gone, leaving the outside world crisp, cold and clean. The inside of the cave was still mysteriously warm and pleasant, now even more so because the rising sun provided light for Annabelle's refuge. Rubbing her eyes she sat up and looked around at her new home. Sharp edged and flat rocks were scattered everywhere, but not partially buried or dirty as rocks of long residence would be. It was as if they had been scattered there in the night. Annabelle didn't think to question the anomaly, just as she didn't pay any mind to the warm cave walls. She just stood and began gathering the rocks, putting them in a pile to make the dirt floor seem a little cleaner. It seemed a little silly, cleaning up a cave--but Annabelle wanted to regain any sense of normalcy that she could, even if it meant moving rocks off the ground. On a whim, the juggler took out her crystals and set them on the ground, admiring how they reflected the light shining into the cave. She stood and placed the four of them at the mouth of the cave then sat next to them. Shadows from the trees made dark spots on the crystals which reflected into the cavern and made beautiful curvilinear shapes in the glow against the back wall. Nearly a half hour passed before Annabelle tore her eyes from the sunlight glow of the crystals.

Standing, Annabelle walked back into the cave and picked up a rock from the pile she had made earlier. The one that her fingers found had a bit of a sharp edge to one side. The girl pocketed it in hopes of it being useful before returning to the outside world. Her stomach cramped and ached with hunger and her tongue was dry with thirst. She walked to the brook and cupped her hand in the moving water then brought it to her lips. The water was cool and refreshing, almost sweet in a strange way. The temperature made her fingers feel prickly and numb inside, but it didn't bother her much. She just wiped her hand off on her shirt and left the creek side. Now it was time to fix her second problem. Seconds later it had been mended when her eyes fell upon a raspberry bush. Annabelle narrowed her eyes at it as she came closer. It was just then that she started to question the oddity of the place she had chosen to be her temporary home. Everything seemed to be too good to be true, and her naivete slipped up just long enough to show her that. Cautiously taking a red berry between her fingers, Annabelle ate it and paused for a moment. The berry left small red stains on her fingers that stayed even after she licked the juice off. It had to have been the sweetest, most flavorful berry she had ever eaten. Forgetting all suspicions in an instant, Annabelle ate until she was full.

Contented, Annabelle returned to the cave and sat down at the back wall. She felt drowsy and wanted to take a small break. She was beginning to nod off when she heard a sound from the pile of stones. Some of them shifted and fell away as a snake slithered from them, making its way to the dirt floor and towards her. Panicking a little, the black-haired girl found the sharp rock that she'd put in her pocket and held it defensively. The snake slithered closer and reared up next to her. She could hear it hissing and thought she saw fangs. Taking a chance, Annabelle moved as quickly as she could and stepped on the snake, then pressed the sharp end of her rock into the snake three times. Before looking to see what she had done she ran away a few feet to be safe. Upon looking back she saw that she had cut the snake and killed it with her rock. Annabelle dropped it and scurried back to the back wall of the cave to sit down and curl up. Very few thoughts crossed her mind now, but all of them were about how horrible she felt for killing the snake. What if the snake didn't want to hurt her? What if it was just out looking for food? She didn't really have any right to kill the snake, but she just didn't think about what she was doing. Feeling horrible, Annabelle laid down and closed her eyes again, and tried to get back to sleep.

The moonlight glowed upon the back wall of the cave, shadows dancing through the pale light. Annabelle didn't think she would sleep for that long. The entire day was gone, having given way to night, the moon's rays reflecting of the crystals she had left at the cave entrance much like the sun had done hours ago. Midnight bugs chirped at each other outside, seeming very far away from the warm sanctuary of the cave. A bat flew in and stalked the cavern ceiling, hunting for any sweet natural edibles. From the floor Annabelle watched the bat dart as she remained unmoving, silent, and unafraid. Turning her head, Annabelle looked to the dead snake on the cavern floor. It seemed to make the room feel colder. The little bat stopped hunting and left the cave, his flapping wings echoing outside where they had not within a seemingly logical place for an echo. Knees to chest and head resting on arms, the sphere artist stared at the dead snake guiltily, intently--so intently that she had not noticed another snake approach the dead one until it had coiled and sat in inspection of its fallen counterpart.

Annabelle frowned, feeling even worse than before. That snake had a friend and she killed it. What a horrible thing she'd done. The other snake slid along its underside back to the pile of rocks from whence it had come and disappeared into them. Minutes passed, all silent save for the singing bugs. The snake returned, pushing through the rocks with something in its mouth. It placed the three items from its mouth onto the three cuts of the dead snake then waited. Annabelle watched curiously, wondering what the snake could have been doing. Not but two minutes passed before the snake, once broken and motionless, began twitching with life. Annabelle jumped and scooted back, unable to take her eyes off of what was happening in front of her. It happened without light or sound, by a miracle, by magic. It didn't take long for the snake to slither out from underneath what the other snake placed on its back and slide away towards the pile of rocks with its counterpart. The ebony-haired girl felt her eyebrows press together as she watched the two snakes silently. She hardly understood what had just happened, even though it had happened right before her very eyes. Cautiously, Annabelle reached out for what had been covering the snake and took the three pieces in her fingers. They felt thin and soft in her grasp, with small bumps running through them.

Holding them up to the glow of the moonlight, Annabelle could then see what they were. Leaves. Simple leaves, green and tear-drop shaped. She turned them in her fingers and felt them make her fingers feel softer and tingly. The juggler took her leaves and placed them in her empty crystal case to keep them where they wouldn't get lost. The sounds of night continued on outside, an owl or two adding in to the chatter. Sleepiness took Annabelle by surprise and she laid down to rest once again.

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"Oi, you great log! What have you done?!"

A tiny pebble, closer in size to a grain of sand than an actual pebble, bounced off of Annabelle's forehead and the girl opened her eyes tiredly. She glanced around for the source of the bother but didn't see anything.

"I'm down here, you great, ugly monkey!"

Upon glancing down, Annabelle found where the small shouts were coming from. She gasped and sat up, staring wide eyed at what was before her. At who was before her.

"Why . . . you're a little man!" She exclaimed, bending in closer to look at him. And a little man he was, no bigger than her thumb. He looked none too happy with her.

"Yes, and you're a blithering idiot. Why have you moved my stones? Don't you know that you ought not touch what isn't yours?"

Annabelle blinked, taken aback by all the mean things he was calling her. "Well I--I'm sorry. I didn't know they were yours. I just woke up and saw them and was bothered by them being all over the floor and--"

"You're most definately not as intelligent as I originally gave you credit for!" The little man called to her angrily, crossing his arms and addressing her in a rudely teasing manner. "How could you not know? It's not like it's uncommon for my kind to put together such ceremonies of which the placement of stones has significance. You must be new in town, born yesterday!"

The pale girl frowned, "I'm terribly sorry, I had no idea. I really am not from around here, and I was just looking for a sheltered place to stay . . ."

The little man suddenly lost his appearance of anger and slowly took on a look of guilt. The next time he spoke he was much quieter and more gentle. "Oh . . . you're really not from here? How did you get here?"

"I walked through the forest." Annabelle replied sullenly as she began to try and get up. "I'm awfully sorry about your stones. I'll just leave, I don't want to cause you any more disturbance."

"Oh no! Wait, don't go!" The little man said, waving his arms at her and prompting her to stop getting to her feet.

Annabelle sat back down, her limbs feeling heavy. She was beginning to get very confused. A moment ago this little man was quite angry with her and now he seemed to feel bad about it.

"Oh, shoot. This is awkward." He said, jamming his hands into his pockets and shuffling his feet. "Aw, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you or call you horrible things. It was just an act, really. I thought that you were from around here--a lot of people from the town stumble upon this cave and stop to take a nap inside because it makes people sleepy. We don't get many travellers , so I just assumed . . . anyways, I always set up a bunch of stones after someone has fallen asleep in here and if I come back and they've disturbed them then I give them a hard time about it. They usually feel bad about it and give me some sort of compensation. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. Are you alright?"

Annabelle nodded gently, "I'm alright, though you were quite mean . . . and why would you do such an awful thing anyways? Why would you . . . con people."

"Oh well, you see . . . I don't do it to be mean. You see, my friend and I are trying to save up enough money to buy a little land and a home for our own. He doesn't make much and I make even less, so a few things off to the side help. I really don't do it to be mean, even though it is a little cold."

The juggler nodded and felt sleepy again, "I suppose you just want to be happy. What is your name?"

"Tom. Tom Thumbling." He replied before pausing. "What is yours?"

"Annabelle."

"Do you have a last name?"

Annabelle thought for a moment, perplexed. Do I? She shook her head 'no'.

"Huh . . . strange. But no matter. I'm very sorry for shouting at you. Would you like to come with me and meet my friend? I mean, with you not being around here and all, you probably need a little help getting around, right?"

"Yes. I s'pose that would be alright."

She tried getting back to her feet but felt herself unable to. She was just so sleepy, and her body so heavy, and the cave so warm. Tom saw her struggling and frowned a little.

"For how long have you been in here?" He asked, looking around the cave.

"A few days I think . . . I haven't left much, I've just been so tired."

"Ah, that's what this cave does to you. If you stay in here long enough you'll sleep forever. I'm sure it's not very good for you. Once you get out of here, though, you'll feel right as rain."

Annabelle finally got to her feet and collected her small knapsack. She put her crystals back in their case and held her hand down for Tom to stand on at his request. He wondered why she had so little possessions, he thought most travellers carried enough to sustain themselves, but didn't question it. As soon as Annabelle left the cave she slowly began to get her energy back. It was already noon-time and following her energy came Anabelle's hunger. She hadn't eaten in quite a long time, and Tom could hear this with his acute sense of hearing. He smiled up at Annabelle and she glanced down with an embarrassed look.

"Don't worry, mate. When we get to where we're going my friend and I can whip you up something to eat."

"That would be nice." She said, following Tom's directions through the forest.

Annabelle felt very out of place. They all stood in one very long line across the center of the grand hall, facing the low podium where stood the thrones. There were four and each was occupied by the King, Queen, and their two sons; one definitely in his teenage years and the other quite younger. They all stared at them in a bored way. The only other person there was a squat man who's feet moved quickly as he walked up and down the isle of servants. He waited for everyone to stop fidgeting before he stood in front of the line and peered at them over his glasses.

"Good day." He said in a stately manner, "I am here today to collect a list of names. Any sort of names; outlandish ones, informal ones, any type you can think of. Our Queen is being plagued by a devil who is threatening to take away her child should she not guess his name correctly, so it is of the utmost importance that you participate with any possible name. The names we already have listed are: . . ."

The man rattled off a great list of names that they had collected from other kingdoms and such places. The royalty began sinking further and further into their thrones behind him as the list went on and on. Annabelle watched them before returning her gaze to the little man with the lengthening list as she heard her own name. All the servants remained quite rigid and focused on the little man's ramblings. Just when they thought it wouldn't ever end, the man came upon the last names on the list, three of which were Figs, Trollup, and Broccoli.

"Now then," the little man gasped, quite winded after such a long spout of names, "If there are any names that you did not hear listed, then please say them so I may write them down."

A few servants spoke, one at a time, giving the man strange names. There were few to add that they hadn't already heard. But Annabelle had a name. She was afraid to speak it out, though. She wasn't a servant, and that would call attention to herself. But what about the Queen? Her child would be taken from her! What if the name she had was the "devil's" name? If she didn't speak it, the woman might lose her child, and Annabelle would feel quite guilty.

"Are there any other names?"

Annabelle bit her lip and glanced down the row of servants. Should she . . . ?

"Last call . . ."

The black-haired girl tried to remain still in her internal struggle. It was such a risk . . .

"Alright then, if that's--"

"What about Rumpelstiltskin?"

The man stopped and looked down the isle. "What was that you said?"

"Rumpelstiltskin." Annabelle repeated.

The man picked her out from the line and scurried over to her. He looked up at her and wet his quill on his tongue. "One more time please, miss."

"Rumpelstiltskin." She said again, glancing up at Eitan. He looked slightly pale and nervous.

"Thank you, that is all. And now, I shall take my leave."

He hurried up to the King, then removed his cap and bowed deeply. The King nodded to him and dismissed him before standing to dismiss his servants. He waited to do so, however, his eyes resting on Annabelle. She was not familiar to him. They did have a rather large staff, but he knew most of them by name. He may have been a King, but that made him none the less kind. He always thanked his staff and was aware of their work. For someone new to pop up without him knowing was not possible. He motioned to his throne aid and whispered in his ear as he came to his side. The aid, well dressed and very professional, came to Annabelle in the line and looked down at her.

"May I ask who you are, miss?" He said in an airy way.

Annabelle didn't say anything, frightened into silence. Eitan felt that his knees were about to buckle. Tom was tugging on his hair to get his attention and it made him wince slightly. Now is NOT the time, Tom! he groaned internally.

"Pssst! Pssssst! She's a performer!" Tom whispered, low enough for Eitan to just barely hear it, "A performer! A juggler or-something-or-other!"

"Ah, she's a performer." Eitan spoke up as the man was bending in to ask her again. "A juggler I believe."

The aid looked up at him in scrutiny. "Oh? And how would you know?"

"Er, conversation. I was speaking to her on the way to the hall. She told me then." Eitan lied, fidgeting nervously.

The man's cheeks got red, "And why couldn't she just tell me that, hmm?"

"She's, ah, nervous?"

With a sniff, the man looked back at Annabelle expectantly. She cowered slightly and pressed her hands together, "I'm-m a performer, sir. I do sphere play."

"Hmph." He breathed, then returned to the King and whispered back to him. The King mumbled a few words to him and he came back quickly. "The King is not familiar with you. You are required to be the court performer tonight after the Royal Supper. Understood?"

Annabelle nodded and let out a breath as the aid left. He reminded her of Darin. She wasn't going to like him, she knew. The King gave Annabelle one last glance before waving a hand to dismiss his workers back to their jobs. They all bowed in unison, Annabelle only managing to do so with them by the help of Eitan's hand pressing on her back. The castle help left one by one through the side entrance, everything in the hall quiet save for their footsteps. Eitan didn't dare speak a word until they left the corridor to the grand hall and began heading back for the kitchens. He wrapped his hand around Annabelle's upper arm and pulled hr along, making a point to walk a great deal faster than everyone else so they could get back to the kitchens faster than them. The juggler was quite surprised and only just barely managed to keep up with Eitan's long strides. She was a few inches shorter which made all the difference when it came to someone in a hurry. They made it to the kitchen minutes before everyone else and Eitan let go, giving Annabelle a frightened and serious stare.

"You had better be a performer, or we're both dead." He said gravely, trying to keep quiet so as not to frighten her.

"I am." She replied sullenly, looking at the ground. She knew when she was being chided.

Eitan kept his gaze on her with his arms crossed. "You good?"

Annabelle nodded.

"You'd better be."

The dark-haired teen stared at the ground and kept very still as Eitan took Tom from under his hat and placed him on Annabelle's shoulder, "Tom knows his way around the castle. He can guide you to the Performers' Corridor. You need to get ready there. The court's supper is in an hour, be ready by then. Someone will come to the Performers' Corridor and call for the evening's act. You follow them and wait until it's your turn to perform. Got it?"

Eitan watched Annabelle nod again and sighed. He felt bad for being rude, but she had to understand how important it was that she not be discovered as a "sneak in" and that he not be discovered as the one who did the sneaking. He patted her shoulder and motioned towards the door.

"Alright, now go get ready. Good luck."

Annabelle grabbed her things and hurried out of the kitchen and past the cooks who were just now getting back to their stations. She followed Tom's confusing directions, wondering if she would ever be able to find her way back. The castle was so large, she could easily get lost if on her own. It even took fifteen minutes to get close to the Performers' Corridor.

"Don't feel bad, lass." Tom said, seeing she was downtrodden. "Eitan's just worried, 'ts all. He's got a mother and sister to look after."

"Really?"

"Mhm. You see, his father died a few years ago and he was left the man of the house. His mum had to find work and so did he so they could manage the household. Because he works for the King he gets a pittance for a salary, but he gets a place to live and meals to eat for free. That's one less person to take care of for his mother, so he took the job and sends most of what he's paid to her so she and his sister can live well. That's part of the reason why we're saving up to buy a house. His mom and little sister need a bigger place, and believe me, anything is bigger then that tiny little cottage they have, and we don't want to live in the castle anymore though he'll still be working here, so it seemed like a good plan."

They came to the right corridor and saw a few performers scuffling around to get ready for their acts that night. Many of the rooms were vacant because there weren't enough resident performers to fill them so Annabelle just picked one for her own. It was a small room, but comfortable, with a bed, nightstand, and a vanity with a centered mirror and two that angled inward from the side. She placed her small traveling sack on the bed and her case of crystals next to it. She pulled out nearly everything she had in her small satchel, leaving in it her only other pair of clothing. She took her hairbrush, ribbons, face tint, and Tom and placed them all on the vanity after laying out her costume and black performance shoes on the bed. First she did her hair, pulling it out of the low ponytail and brushing it so it was smooth and glossy. Tom watched quietly as Annabelle peered at herself in the mirror, moving her fingers through her hair and entwining it into a tight, perfect french braid. She worked in two vivid purple ribbons and braided her long hair all the way down to her lower back. She tied the end with a large red ribbon, tying it into a bow and making sure it was set perfectly. The color of the ribbons contrasted the color of her hair and fit in a pretty way.

Annabelle moved on to her face tint. She sponged on white to every surface that would be showing. She got the white as close to her hairline as possible without it coloring her ebony strands gray. The white covered her entire face, ears, and down her neck to the nape and over the front. She stained the arches of her lips and a small section on the bottom red. Then she painted a black diamond over her right eye, the points of which thinned and stretched up to her hairline and down to her jawline. She painted red circles on her cheeks then thinly lined her eyes with black to finish.

"Turn around, I have to get dressed." She told Tom.

He blushed before turning around and covering his eyes with his hands. Annabelle slipped off her clothes and put on her performance jumpsuit, a dark and quite form-fitting one piece with colored shapes similar to those that she painted on her face. Lastly she put on her shoes and took out her crystals.

"You can turn back around, Tom."

He peeked over his shoulder and smiled, "You look wonderful."

"Oh, thank you." She replied, glancing down at her suit and brushing off a few pieces of fuzz. A call could be heard in the hallway and Annabelle froze. It was a call for the evening's acts, her call, her time to perform for the court. She prayed it would go well.

"Go on, now! Go do your best. I can't come, but I'll wait for you here." Tom said, motioning for the door.

Annabelle nodded and went to the door. She looked back over her shoulder before stepping out and shutting the door behind her.

Great work Noelle! x3 I love Annabelle's character, her expressions and just how you write her out! >.

Here's my incomplete meme . . . and it just might stay that way. XD
I realized that I had two left aaaaand lost all motivation to finish it, soooo. HERE:

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NOELLE! THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!! AMAZING SAYS I!

I love your stick figures, they're fricken' adorable beyong believe. And your handwriting is so pretty and the little speech bubbles! XDD *HUGGLES*