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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 7:26 pm
The Tangent of a Tangent Is...
Sometimes Nyx just didn't understand her fellow nocturnals: daytime was simply beautiful, especially at the end of winter, when everything began to wake up and unfurl into spring. The ground seemed to thrum with some hidden rhythm, a new energy that did not bear the malice of the night, and there was something about the air that just seemed more refreshed than when the sun was hiding. Nyx pondered that maybe the plants didn't make as much air at night without the sun's energy, perhaps, and her thoughts began to amble on that tangent just as her quiet steps went down the cobble path to the main courtyard of the butterfly garden.
Just outside Durem was a series of gardens, maintained by some anonymous benefactor who, like Nyx, must have disagreed with the gloomy night-goers of Durem, who felt the need to wear all black and feed on the fears of others. Really, Durem would have much better chi without all those negative folks, Nyx thought, and again her mind took itself off the beaten path, the tangent of a tangent, if that was even mathematically possible.
Either way, when Nyx wasn't attempting to reason out mental trigonometry, she took the time to enjoy the scenery, the soft pastels of the flowers around her and the lazy flittering of butterflies in the surrounding area. It seemed that some were large enough to span across Nyx's face, while others were small enough to use her pinky finger as a perch. And then, true to Gaia, she saw some form of Man-Sized-Butterfly being walked on a leash by a posh Duremite, and that abruptly shattered her serene state of mind, thrusting her into a far more bizarre state of being. She blinked, shook her head, and decided to simply pass it off as another Gaian anomaly.
One of the things Nyx prided herself for were her skills of observation, and as she continued her walk, she watched idly as the fashion-oriented woman knelt down beside one of the many bushes littering the garden, where three butterflies of a baby blue color floated about. The woman moved a hand, though Nyx couldn't see just exactly what she'd done, and then, a if she'd suddenly thought of something better to do, the woman stood up and began a brisk walk out of the courtyard.
It was about that time that the bush erupted into flame.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:15 pm
And Here I Thought Barbeques Were In the Summer...
It wasn't every day that you saw something spontaneous erupt into flames, so Nyx found that in the first few seconds of witnessing it, she did the only thing that came to mind: absolutely nothing. Of course she was rather surprised and a bit flustered by the whole instant, but it wasn't like screaming or flailing about would do her any good, and she didn't have anything that would put the fire out.
Except the water she'd brought along with her lunch. Maybe that would work.
After realizing this, Nyx worked quickly to unpack her water canister, running over just in time to see the cinders of the bush start to wind down. Nyx paused, wondering if it would even be worth the water at this point, and then doused the final flames just for the hell of it. If nothing else, she had the gold to spare for another bottle of water.
Feeling somewhat accomplished at quelling an apparent arsonist, Nyx's ears twitched in satisfaction, and with a nod, she began to walk away and allow herself more time to contemplate other trivial aspects of the universe. However, before she could get back to her inner ramblings, she caught sight of movement in the bushes, and stopped herself to get a better look.
It appeared to be the tail end of a giant caterpillar, scuttling away from the site of the burning bush.
Nyx pondered this for a moment. True, the woman who had likely caused the fire had been walking a giant butterfly, but she didn't think butterflies set their eggs on fire. Then again, it could have been some sort of butterfly-phoenix hybrid. Now that, Nyx decided, would be a sight to behold. And it was with such a mindset that Nyx returned to the scene of the firey crime, kneeling down to see if, at this size, she could see the caterpillar's mandibles. However, there were no mandibles, or compound eyes, or anything icky of the sort. Instead, Nyx found herself staring into a pair of baby blue eyes.
The countenance of the small child wasn't scary by any means, but in the fact that she wasn't what was expected, Nyx jumped a little, drawing back in surprise. There was a girl and a giant caterpillar in that thicket? That wasn't going to end well.
"Come on out, sweetheart," Nyx said, trying her best to be nurturing. As much as it worked for the youth class at the academy, the girl still seemed somewhat hesitant, though eventually she did crawl out onto the stone path, the caterpillar following behind her with slow, deliberate flops.
Wait. There was no caterpillar. At least not separate from the girl. Girl...caterpillar? Nyx's ears gave a twitch of confusion. She supposed it made about as much sense as anything else on Gaia.
"You okay? Those flames were kinda scary, weren't they?" Nyx asked, getting to her feet once again. The girl looked up quietly, then back at her stubby tail end, as if it had only just then occured to her that it was, in fact, a part of her. She took another step experimentally, then looked back up to the blue woman. "Not scary," she shook her head, taking another step forward. "Just hot, a little."
"My name is Holly," the girl said with a precocious half-hop, twirling as best she could. "Can you dance like me?"
Nyx couldn't help but laugh to herself, finding the girl somewhat endearing. "No, I don't think so. Two left feet and all."
"I could show you howwww," Holly chimed, balancing on her tiny caterpillar legs. "We could have a sleepover!"
This was about the time that Nyx began to think that the girl needed to be reunited with the people who brought her to the park in the first place. She looked around, somewhat expecting to see the rest of an insect family tottering about. "Having a sleepover at my place would be boring," she said, trying to be nice as well as avoidant. "But I bet your mommy can dance, right?"
Holly seemed confused. "Mommy? Whassat?"
Nyx was unsure of how to answer that. Maybe the girl belonged to a male-male couple. Again, stranger things happened on Gaia. "Or your daddy?"
"Daddy? Whassat?"
This was about the time that Nyx began to question exactly what was going on in the formerly tranquil butterfly garden.
"Uncle? Aunt? Cousin, twice-removed? Thorax-buddy?"
Holly giggled. "You're funny," she said while twirling her side pony between her fingers.
Nyx's ears twitched, somewhat uneasy and unsure of what to do next. The girl appeared not to have any family, but who's to say that she wasn't simply playing, as toddlers often did? Perhaps she should just walk away, and the strange caterpillar girl would return to her family, entirely unharmed and happy and with the same desire to dance.
But then again, if the girl really didn't have any family, she'd be leaving the girl all alone, and if there were giant butterflies about, who's to say that there weren't giant birds as well? The unicorn-woman sighed. She couldn't let the girl become food for a giant bird.
"Alright, Holly, we're going to check with the park manager, just to make sure you're not on some field trip or something," Nyx finally responded, her voice more strained than cheery. The girl clapped in delight, then promptly grabbed Nyx by the hand, leading her towards the exit as she chanted, "Sleepover, sleepover, sleep-over..."
Nyx really hoped the girl was just lost. Otherwise, she wouldn't know what to do.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 10:46 pm
The Stars, They Listen (Guardian-Based Solo One)
It was quiet that night, a rarity for the streets of Durem. Perhaps the usual things that go bump in the night had to rest early for a busy day tomorrow, or maybe they'd just decided to bump in some other neighborhood. Either way, Nyx wasn't about to look a gift-horse in the mouth, and as she took in the relative peace from her feng-shui friendly backyard patio, she turned her head skyward, absorbing the view.
"Y'know, maybe I should just stick to being strictly nocturnal," she started, tugging at one elongated ear. "I just--every time I go out, and it's daytime, something weird happens. First, there was the whole SNAFU with that Grombie marriage, then there was the time I went down into the Chatterbox district--BIG MISTAKE--and, now...now there's this."
"So I went to the butterfly gardens, yeah? Because you can't really see the butterflies at night, and I wanted to see them. And they're beautiful, I mean it--they look like little paper twirlies, but alive, and they float around and everything and it's all so serene." Nyx realized after a moment that she was getting off-topic, and with a cough, continued. "But anyways, so I was walking around and all that when I see this chick walking a butterfly. At first I'm all, 'Hey, who am I to judge a chick who walks her giant butterfly at a butterfly garden, there's no law,' but then there's a bush and it's suddenly on fire."
Nyx waved her hands for dramatic effect, making a vague crackling noise to complete the image. "And the fire totally killed the serenity that was going on, so I went to put it out, because no one else looked like they were volunteering to be the good samaritan. So get this--I'm walking away, and I see giant caterpillar butt." Nyx slowed her speech on the last three words for the sake of emphasis. "And so I think maybe spouting fire is the way giant butterflies give birth, so when I check that out, it turns out the caterpillar is attached to a little girl." Again, she slowed her words, then paused.
"She's a cute kid--her name's Holly--but she doesn't have a home. I checked with park staff. I called all the schools and adoption agencies, and no one's got anything on her. I even talked to some of the parents at the dojo, and that turned up zilch. So I felt bad, because she's cute and she was so into this idea of having a sleepover that I let her stay the night and we rented some old movies and danced and ate popcorn and now she's sleeping on the couch using one of my practice gi's as pajamas and I really don't know what I should do from here."
Nyx paused to catch her breath after such ramblings, then turned her head upwards again, eyes glimmering in the low glow of the distant stars.
"So...do you guys have any ideas?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 11:27 am
Can You Keep Me? Pleeeeease?
The sun was rising in due time with Nyx's falling consciousness, and quietly she slumped back to her room, careful not to wake the caterpillar girl she knew to be sleeping inside. She'd been thinking all night of the possibilities in regards to the girl, and how she should react accordingly, but nothing seemed to feel quite right. There were loads of adoption agencies about, and there had to at least be one that could provide Holly with a good set of loving parents, but Nyx was naturally cautious after hearing about the programs most adopted children were forced to follow upon finding a family. Maybe there was a dance program? After listening to her for hours, Nyx felt prettty sure that the girl would enjoy that.
But then there was the issue of her lower half. No dance school would accept her as she was, not with a bunch of short, stubby legs as opposed to a pair of long, thin ones. Even on Gaia, Nyx couldn't think of a place that catered specifically to arthropods, and even if there was, Nyx could all too easily imagine Holly getting picked on by some older spider kid. Or eaten. For a kid as attention-driven as Holly, Nyx wasn't entirely sure which outcome would be worse.
She thought of these and other possibilities as she shirked off her clothes, trading them for comfortable pajamas similar to the shirt she'd let Holly borrow for the night. There was just...something. Something about that girl made it so that Nyx didn't want to give her away. Granted, she didn't feel ready for a child, but she didn't think that the world was ready for Holly. They wouldn't treat her like Nyx would. But it was all too much to be thinking about on only a few hours' worth of sleep, and so Nyx turned, about ready to collapse onto her comforter and pass out.
It was then that it occured to her that the caterpillar girl causing all her worries wasn't even there.
"Good morning!" Holly said with a giggle, exploding out from under the pillows. "Good morning, good morning!"
Nyx's ears flattened against the side of her head and she winced, not ready for such audial stimulation at this time of day. "...Morning, Holly," she murmured, climbing under the covers and curling up.
"You're gonna sleep? That's silly," added Holly, erupting into trills of laughter. "It's morning!"
"I sleep in the morning," Nyx murmured, her eyes already closed. "Some people sleep at night, others at day. That's just how it works, mmkay?"
Holly nodded, content with that answer for a moment, but thinking of something new, began prodding the woman on the shoulder. "Nyx?"
"Hrm."
"Will you be my mommy?"
Nyx was silent for a moment, still while she thought. She'd wanted more time to make such a decision, but it appeared that Holly wanted it made now, and Nyx wanted more than anything to get to sleep.
"...Yes, Holly. I can be your mom."
Surprisingly, Holly didn't shriek in delight, nor did she dance around the room with excitement. Instead, she merely nodded, wrapping her small arms around one of Nyx's. "Okay. Good morning, Mommy," she murmured, curling up beside the woman.
Just before she fell into slumber, Nyx thought that maybe, just maybe, she could get used to this.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:17 pm
The Grass is High!
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 11:09 pm
Wax On, Wax Off (Guardian-Based Solo Two)
"Mommy, what's a dojo?"
Nyx chose not to answer her small companion, instead leading her by a steady hand to a concrete building, one of many dark visages in the downtown area of Durem. The building was older, as evidenced by the splotchy areas on the walls where water had robbed the concrete of its color, but it nevertheless had a sort of small-town charm to it in the light of the setting sun, the windows decorated with handmade blue and white paper chains and shimmery cardboard images of pagodas and moons, like the cutouts they sold for the holidays. It was a familiar image for the unicorn woman, but Holly was intrigued as they passed through the threshold, bells clinking against the old wooden door as her mother pushed it open.
"This is Durem Midnight Tai-Chi," Nyx explained, motioning out to beyond the small counter to a wood-floored arena, one wall covered by a mirror. One by one, the long rectangular lights from above flickered to life, giving a Holly a view of the place in stages, though she was mostly mesmerized with a strange sense of deja vu. Her mother walked ahead of her to a place behind the counter, turning on a computer tucked away from view, and then returned to the front. The woman pulled down on a string that caused a red neon 'OPEN' sign to glow, and then motioned for Holly to follow her out onto the arena floor.
"I teach Tai-Chi here, but I figured we could head here an hour early from now so you could use this as a private little dance studio," continued the woman, watching Holly's reaction. The girl seemed bewildered, perhaps having an information overload, and after staring at her mother for a moment, she blinked, then looked at herself in the giant mirror. "What's a Tai-Chi, Mommy?"
"It's exercise that you do to relax," Nyx said with a nod.
Holly huffed, unimpressed. "Sounds boring to me."
Nyx's ears flattened in disappointment, though she refrained from comment until she thought of something that wouldn't force her to argue with a five-year-old. "It's really a lot like dancing," she said, crouching into a starting stance. "Watch."
Closing her eyes, Nyx began to circle her arms over her head in a slow, graceful motion, taking steady breaths as she stepped forward, her body turning at the waist to accomodate for slow, crescent-shaped steps. After holding the posture, a single leg rose from the ground in a crane-like stance, her hands clasped in prayer as they reached upwards towards the sky. The careful pace of her motions would have bored most toddlers, but Holly watched with a critical stare, trying to find some wrong step, some unwanted twitch. And yet, everything was so controlled. Holly wanted that control, even if she didn't quite dig the dance moves involved.
"Cooool," Holly finally appraised, lifting her hands in a similar fashion as she watched herself in the mirror. However, where Nyx had been smooth and graceful, Holly was wobbly, and after a moment, she huffed in indignation. "I can't do it!"
"It takes practice, sweetheart," Nyx cooed softly, taking grasp of the girl's wrists and shifting them ever-so-slightly into the correct position, looking at the reflection with a smile. "I could teach you, if you'd want to learn something boring."
Holly thought about it, a pout pulling down at her lips. "Can I just dance my way?"
Nyx laughed, unable to do otherwise when faced with an expression like that. "Whatever you want, Holly. I was just showing you how I did things." Patting the girl affectionately on the head, she went to finish opening shop, nevertheless watching from the corner of her eye as the caterpillar girl spun about, her arms waving in some strange choreography that she had thought of on her own.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 10:48 am
Reserved for RP
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 10:49 am
Reserved for RP
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:35 am
I feel sick... (PCM Part 1!)
It was about noon, which was earlier than Nyx liked to be awake, but a compromise she made in order to properly care for Holly. After a few weeks of trial and error, it was pretty clear that the girl preferred a diurnal lifestyle, and Nyx wasn't about to let her have free reign over the house while she was asleep. Who knew what sorts of shenanigans could occur with a toddler around? Needless to say, Nyx was still sluggish in the mid-day light, which by all accounts seemed too bright, and she made it a habit of trudging around the house in her pajamas until she had to go open for Tai Chi in the evenings.
This particular afternoon, Nyx was making pancakes, because they were delicious (and quite honestly the only breakfast food she could cook without burning either half the kitchen or the food itself, except perhaps cereal). She'd yet to see the little caterpillar bounding about, but as long as nothing was breaking the woman was content to her own space, pouring batter over a hot pan and letting the smell of deliciousness waft through her house. Sometimes Nyx fancied that she could determine how the rest of her day would go by the smell of her pancakes, and if today was anything like that, it would be simply fantastic.
A high-pitched groan came from the living room, alerting Nyx to the small girl, wrapped on the couch with a sour expression on her face. Holly seemed paler than usual (if that was possible), except where dark bags hung under her eyes, which were half open in either drowsiness or pain. Nyx promptly abandoned her breakfast plans and within seconds was by her daughter's side, stroking stray strands of hair from the girl's face with a gentle hand.
"What's wrong, darling?" Nyx murmured sweetly, bundling the girl up into her arms.
"My head hurrrrrrrrrrrts," Holly whined, squirming in her mother's grasp.
"Oh, sweetheart," replied her mother, who tenderly put a hand on the girl's head. "Well, I don't feel a fever, so it's probably just a headache. I can get you some headache medicine, if you want?" Nyx was no medical professional, but in her mind, no fever meant no nasties, and the best you could do was get something over the counter and sleep it all off. Holly seemed to agree, nodding with a whimper as she rubbed at the crown of her head.
"It's not icky, is it?" Holly murmured, blinking slowly as she wrinkled her nose. "I don't want it if it's icky."
"Nono, it's the good kind: I only get the good kind," Nyx said, gently setting Holly back on the couch before whisking herself to the medicine closet in the bathroom. Truth be told, she only ever got the good kind because it was easier to take herself, and she had a low tolerance towards anything icky herself. She returned a few moments later, two orange pills and a cup of water in hand. "Take this, it'll make you feel better," she said, offering both to the girl.
Holly gave the pills a hesitant stare, but she was not the type to be force-fed, so with shaking hands (Nyx thought that perhaps this was starting to get a little overdramatic) the toddler accepted them, chewing and swallowing with tightly closed eyes and accepting the water in one solid gulp. Then, she frowned. "It's not working!"
"Give it time, Holly, give it time," reminded Nyx, stroking the girl's hair. "It'll be better soon, I promise." The woman thought that it could not possibly be more like an afternoon special, when all of a sudden, her nostrils filled with the smell of an acrid, smokey odor, and her eyes widened. Only then did she remember her pancakes. "Shi--mpoo!" Nyx didn't like to curse around Holly, but she only barely caught herself, scrambling for the hazy kitchen. Nothing was on fire, but her pancakes were ruined, and it left an awful smell behind. Nyx frowned, running cold water over the blackened crisp that had been her breakfast.
If smells were any indication, then maybe this wouldn't turn out to be such a good day after all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 6:03 pm
Cringing isn't Good for your Zen (PCM Part 2!)
Of all the classes Nyx taught at the dojo, she honestly could not admit to having a favorite. Each class had it's own individual flare, something that made it unique and exciting, and the rotation of these on a weekly basis kept the woman from ever becoming burnt out. Wednesday nights were the senior bunch, which she found to be the most relaxing of all the courses she taught. Even if she sometimes lacked the maturity of her pupils, the calming feeling of the room was contagious, and it always left her with an acute sense of contentment by the end of the night.
Even Holly normally enjoyed the sense of peace provided on Wednesday nights, though that night she followed the steps behind her mother at a slower pace, her brow furrowed and her movements stiff. She had never been quite well since earlier that morning, but the pain seemed to have abated somewhat, and besides, only weaklings didn't go to Tai Chi because they were sick. Holly didn't want anyone to think she was weak: she wanted to be the best! And so there she was, decked out in her very own gi with hairties that matched the light blue color of the fabric, wobbling through the forms with everyone else.
"Next up is 'Hold Lotus to the Sky'," Nyx calmly intoned, beginning the next form with a bow to her students. The chimes in the background music rang out in soft, mellow agreement, and the rest of the class complied, but somehow, Holly no longer felt the zen in the room. She watched her mother, tried to mimic the grace in her navy limbs, but time seemed to slow, and Holly became more aware of her wobbly stance, the way her arms just didn't seem to flow with the movements. It was nothing like the dance Nyx made, and all the while, her head thrummed with a burning sensation. She felt sloppy, she felt untalented, and the pain kept getting worse. No more. Holly wanted no more.
Just as Nyx finished the next set of moves, she looked to Holly with a smile, only to see the girl's eyes brimmed with tears. Holding her head, the toddler hobbled off the dojo floor, slamming the door behind her as she entered the tiny office space that Nyx used for storage. A moment of awkward silence shattered the comfortable aura in the room, and Nyx looked from the office door to her pupils, who all seemed to be looking at the girl's exit with either sympathy or irritation. "O-one moment, everyone," Nyx said, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible. "I just need to check on her and make sure everything's alright. She was sick a little earlier, so I think it's just--"
And then the screams began.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 7:47 pm
It's Like Pigtails, Only in Reverse (PCM Part 3!)
"Holly!"
Nyx would have busted the door down if she hadn't known it to be unlocked, though it still wobbled on its hinges as she rushed into the room, scooping the weeping girl into her arms with hushed whispers and a tight hug. The woman was so caught up in comforting her baby girl that she didn't seem to notice how Holly was clutching her head, her fingers intermixed into her hair and clutching at strands as she wept, unable to say a word.
"Holly, darling, what's wrong?" Nyx said in a rushed murmur, sitting down and rocking the girl back and forth. The whole incident was putting Nyx in a bit of a panic, and she was starting to realize how much emotional investment she'd already put into her daughter. The thought of her being in pain was simply too much to bear, and everything else in the world seemed to have stopped as she held the girl, trying to console her.
"M-my head," Holly whimpered, clamping down tighter with her hands as she thrashed about, her eyes shut tight in pain. Nyx tried to pry free the girl's grasp, but she only screamed again, squirming away with a banshee-like shriek. "Don't touch it, don't touch it!"
Nyx paused, frozen without any options to pursue. "...Holly, I can't help unless you let me see what's wrong," she murmured, scared to think that she had somehow caused this harm. Had it been the pancakes? But normally they were fantastic! She raked her mind for avenues to a solution, but all she saw was a sobbing toddler and all she could think about was her helplessness to the situation. "Holly, please let me look. I won't make it hurt, I promise. I just need to see."
Slowly, hesitantly, the girl looked up with teary red eyes, uncoiling her fingers one by one from the base of her head. As she did so, some of her hair seemed to spring up, spurred by static or the stickiness of her tears. And yet, as Nyx looked more carefully, she realized with a wide-eyed stare that she wasn't looking at hair. What she saw was a pair of antennae, short and stubby that seemed to curl just at the tip, the same green color as the girl's caterpillar half.
"Th-There's something weird in my hair and it makes me feel weird and I don't like it at all," Holly sobbed, wiping her face with an oversized sleeve of her gi. "I don't want to be weird, Mommy: I want to dance pretty like you do and have it be good but it's not good and my head hurts and now I feel weird. I don't want to be weird."
Nyx paused, then pulled the girl into her arms again, letting the girl cry as she softly murmured sweet comforts, her own eyes tearing up at the pain she felt on behalf of her daughter. She looked over her shoulder to one of her assistants who stood in the doorway, giving him a slow shake of her head and letting him handle the rest of the class as he saw fit. Vaguely, she heard him usher the group back onto the floor and begin the next form, but most of her thoughts were focused on her little girl.
"You're not weird at all," Nyx murmured, holding her close. "I'll never think you're weird, Holly, don't worry." The statement didn't seem to entirely abate the tears, but as a pair of chubby hands wrapped around her waist, Nyx could only hope it would be enough. "Don't worry, darling, it'll be okay..."
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 3:16 pm
Quest time!
Twirling has become something that Holly really enjoys and she starts wondering about other sorts there are. There's batons, astro-wheeling, poi, and even pen spinning! Exuberant and truly into twirling, she practices every day where everyone can see how great she is becoming at it.
Things are going well until some children - a group of GIRLS - show up. There is no sweetness in their voices, no mercy as they relentlessly tease Holly. Starting at first with telling her that twirling is stupid and when she does not listen to them they move on to tell her how ugly she is. The barbs are relentless, the girls going after her without pause.
Holly must overcome this teasing, this group of horrible children, but how? After all - sometimes only a young lady like her can do and maybe these other girls need to be shown a thing or two. Never mind it's not nice to hurt people's feelings!
Good luck, future butterfly!
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