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"-And he said that my movements expressed great emotion, especially for someone of my age!" Mignon bubbled, twirling around on the barstool. "If I'm that good as a child, then how good will I be when I grow? I'll be perfect!"

Jeane didn't respond to this. Her head was tilted slightly to one side, a frown on her face.

"He told me I'd be an asset to his school, an asset! And he has over four hundred students enrolled! I'd have to go through some initial exams and stuff, but he said I'd place well." Mignon giggled, spinning again. "Can you believe it? This is such a great thing! I'll be classically trained! That'll mean when I go off to be a star, I'll be even better!"

"Mignon."

"And I could either board there, or commute, but I think I'd rather commute, 'cause I'd have my own room here and there I'd have to share. And if you can't pay for it, they have financing plans!"

"Mignon."

"Yes?"

"No." Jeane gripped the chair behind her.

"What?"

"No, Mignon. I'm not letting you go off. You're too young."

The blonde girl stared, open mouthed, at her mother. Something in her eyes snapped. "What?" She howled, springing off the bar stool.

"You're too young to jump into this world. There's-There's eating disorders to be thin and- And drugs, and- Those other people will just bring you down until you hate yourself-"

"What, like you do?" Mignon shot back. "Didn't you tell me once that you hated not taking chances you had offered when you were a kid?"

"I'm not in question here, Mignon." Jeane replied, walking over. She forced Mignon's face up. "And this is not up for discussion. I'm the adult here, and I say no. You're too young." She let her chin drop and started up the stairs.

"Then why the hell did you encourage me?" Mignon screamed, following her. "Why the hell did you give me any hope that I'd get out of the ******** place? Goddamnit, I'm not giving up on the one thing I can ******** do! I'm not smart or strong like Kilah! I can't make glass like Lyrus! What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, Mignon! You can tell lies from the truth, why don't you become a ******** police officer?" Jeane didn't turn around. It was a very good thing she didn't. Mignon didn't know what she'd do if Jeane saw her crying.

---

Hours later, Mignon was still crying, face buried in her pillow. What could she do? It's not like she could run away or anythi-

That was it. Springing to her feet, heart beating fast, she ran to her closet and started throwing things on the floor. Shoes, dresses, anything that she wanted to bring were then shoved into a bag. Standing, Mignon looked around the room and thought about anything else she should take. As her eyes scanned, they fell upon a small, yellow piece of fabric. Mignon slowly crossed the room and gathered up her baby blanket, hugging it. She sniffled again, burying her face in the blanket.

Part of her didn't want to leave. This was where she'd grown up, after all. But she couldn't just stay here and let her dreams rot. Walking to her desk, she lay the blanket down and stood there for a moment.

"You know, dumbass, if you leave home you might as well just shoot yourself." Rene said, standing in the doorway. Mignon swirled around.

"What?" She asked, alarmed.

" 'Cause Jeane will find you, and she'll kick your a** so bad you'll wish Chaco never gave her to you." The angel snorted.

"What do you want me to do, then? I've got to go!"

"Sure. Go, all by yourself, to a big city that you've never been in. You'll get raped and killed before you make it to your stupid school, stupid."

"What do you want me to do!" Mignon cried, flopping on her bed. Rene sighed, rolling her eyes skyward.

"Why do I have to be so good?" She asked the sky, shaking her head. "Fine. I'll come with you. But you had best leave some sort of note. It might make Jeane less apt to beat you when she finds you." Rene waved and headed back out the door.

Mignon moved to her desk and thought about it, tapping a pen onto the desk surface.

---

Gotta fly-

Do you remember when we first met?
I sure don't.
But you took so many pictures,
I'm sure you won't.
I was small and I was weak
Cryin' all the time
And then I grew and smiled
I laughed like bells chime
You held me up so I couldn't fall
But now you just can't see
I'm not that little girl anymore.
Why can't you see me?

I gotta fly, I'm gonna soar-
I'm sorry, Mom, I'm not your little girl, anymore!
I know you're scared, I would be too.
Why can't you trust in what I do?

I love to sing, I love to dance
I heard you were the same
Do you think you're pushing me to this
to make up for your pain?
I'm doing this for me, Ma
And maybe for you.
I just need to make you proud,
I know you'd want me to.

I gotta fly, I'm gonna soar-
I'm sorry, Mom, I'm not your little girl, anymore!
I know you're scared, I would be too.
Why can't you trust in what I do?

You've been the best teacher that I could have asked.
But now you're acting like you never tried.
Just trust in what you've showed me,
I know you've never lied!

I'm gonna fly, I'm gonna soar
I'm gonna go right out that open door!
But don't be scared, Ma, with all my charms
It won't be long before I'm back in your arms-
I've gotta fly.

The song she left on her blanket, propped up. Throwing her bag over her arm, Mignon looked back at her room once and smiled. "Bye." She whispered, tugging her bag's strap slightly as she turned off the light.

---

The bus ride was agonizingly long, and Rene wasn't in the mood for chatter. She plugged on her headphones and listened to some ungodly loud rock band until Mignon had to escape to her own headphones for comfort. It was opera that she turned to, not pop. These songs she had grown up with, thanks to an opera loving guardian.

The city was big and, as Rene predicted, frightening. Mignon felt much more secure with the chain-laden angel by her side. Even though the really tough people wouldn't be frightened of a girl not five foot tall, anyone who tried to touch Mignon got bludgeoned. It was a six block walk to the Academy, and the Onion girl was exhausted by the time they walked in the front gates. After talking to a receptionist, the girls were taken to a room to meet with Mr. Anderson.

"So good to see you, Mignon!" He beamed, ushering her in. "I was just speaking with your mother-"

"Oh, she's here?" Mignon's voice was higher than usual at that revelation.

"Of course." Still smiling, he pointed Mignon to a seat while Rene plopped on the floor.

Jeane was sitting, very straight, the baby blanket in her lap. Her eyes were slightly red as she turned to Mignon, a tired smile on her face. "Mr. Anderson and I were just talking about how big your schedule would be. I don't want you to get overwhelmed and not be able to see your friends or keep up with your staff practice."

She was... "So, you're going to let me come here?" She asked, smiling back.

"You're not my little girl anymore, Mig." Jeane leaned in to kiss Mignon on the forehead.

---

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Mignon asked as Jeane drove home.

Jeane didn't respond for a moment. "I... Used to write my parents letters, when they just wouldn't understand, you know." She said slowly. "I guess that's what made me realize. You're not my little girl anymore."

"Don't worry, Ma." Mignon said, smiling. "Rene'll always be your little girl."

"Piss off." Rene advised again.

Ugh. Rolling over, Mignon grimaced. The inside of her mouth tasted foul. She blinked once or twice and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"Urgh." She voiced, staggering towards the closet. She caught sight of herself and stopped. Holy s**t. Those were new.

In two steps she was an inch from the mirror, examaning her face. Then there were the curls, tighter than before. Of course, the breasts, which were very nice. Her behind wasn't bad at all, either. Her legs were long, perfect.

Grinning, Mignon managed to find a skirt and shirt that fit while not making her look too much like a whore.

"Jeane~" She called out while she walked down the stairs. "I need to borrow a bra and some shoes!"

Story plot part two

Mignon-Pouple RP

Idly tapping a quill agaist her bottom lip, Mignon pulled her face into an attractive pout. Sighing, she stretched and scribbled little hearts and smiley faces in the margin of her paper.

"This sucks." She moped, standing and sweeping around her room. To put herself in a better mood she tried on a few outfits, applied a little makeup, and twirled around the room to music of her own imagining.

When it came to writing lyrics, Mignon was easily able to sit down and spin words. But anything else she struggled with. Jessi, her main tutor, had demanded that she practice writing. Not that Mignon saw the point, or anything. Wasn't she just supposed to sit around and look pretty? You didn't need to be too smart for that.

Still pouting, Mignon sat in her seat with a sigh and looked out the window. The sky was a perfect shade of azure with white puffy clouds. She'd never seen skies like this untill she'd came to Haven. She didn't regret coming, though she missed her friends.

Heh. How long had it been since she'd seen them all? Kilah, expecially. She missed Lyrus and Gilly and Jani very much. Setting pen to paper, she carefully started to write.

"It started with Kilah.

I don't remember how we met. Our guardians were friends and we met a lot. Kilah and I were friends from the start. She wasn't Kilah then, she was allways my Lala. I don't remember when she became Kilah. When we were kids, she was just Kilah all of a sudden. She was so tough and strong, I don't think she would have let me call her Lala anymore.

Because of Kilah, I met Lyrus. He was cute a long time ago, but now he's awesome. He's strong and handsome and overall the coolest guy I know. He can make glass objects like roses and he likes to party now. He used to be bald, but now he has amazing dark blue hair.

I met Gilly, though I don't remember when. Even though he's so little, I know we'll get along when he grows up. He's very sweet and complimental and cute and cuddly.

Jani's one of my friends, too. She talks kinda funny, but she and I have allways had fun together. Expecially around movies. We've managed to buy X-rated movies as little kids and toppled over a whole stack of videos later. It's been a long time wince we've done anything silly or stupid. I miss it.

I know a bunch of other people. I don't really like Anny because she's pretty, even if she has weird blue hair. Yuki is pretty, but he's a boy so his prettieness doesn't count. Yuki's nice, too. his friend Aard has very neat hair, so I like him too.

I haven't seen them all in a long time, but I still love and miss them."

She finished her delevery to Jessi and Jurstid. Jessi had been listening, her eyes closed. "Your style needs much polishing. I would have thought it was being written by someone half your age. The delevery was decent. You have a talent for public speaking, I beleive."

Mignon gave her a practiced smile. "Thank you, Jessi." She said graciously, giving a curtsy.

Jessi snorted.

Conan and Mignon

Garrick at the mall
Maelon at the park

Fiore. He reminds her of someone