Hi! Author here, R&R please! Let me know what you think! If you notice problems let me know! Also, SGE doesn't belong to me. Um, so if I just stop posting updates randomly for like, a week, probably means I've either, A) forgotten about this, B) Lost interest, or C) Won't work anymore
That night, the children shook in their beds. They all dreamt of their parents taking them from their home to an all exclusive school that never let you come home, until the day came of course. But while these children dreamt of their parents ripping them out of their beds, and placing them like dolls in this school, Sophie dreamt Prom. She was wearing a poofy pink gown with loads of lace. She was, of course, prom queen. She was going out to choose her king. Here were boys who deserved her, Sophie thought. All the boys in her small town either smelled or had warts. But these boys were tan, taut, and beautiful. Each was better than the next in fact! But just as she reached the best one, the one she'd choose for her king, her alarm clock went off. "Father!" She screamed, "You set my alarm clock two hours before I usually wake up! If I don't get exactly 10:00 hours of sleep..."
"You're going to that school." He said as Sophie hung on to every word. She gasped. "Which one?" She carefully breathed. There were two schools, one for exceptional cliques, the ones at the top of the crowd, and the ones that were... Um... Not. Well actually it was smart and not smart but that was close enough. "I don't know. The School Master decides that." Sophie's father told her. She squealed and ran to the bathroom. She hadn't needed to ask. She already knew she was going to the School of the Exceptional. Now she needed to look the part.
Sure enough, the rude awakening had taken it's toll. Her waist long hair didn't have its usual shine. Sophie's lips didn't have its rose color, her skin it's glow and her jade green eyes the glimmer.!First, Sophie mixed up a face wash. It was rare purple mushrooms that smelled of rotten eggs but did wonders for your skin. Next, she smothered beet roots all over her face to get rid of any blemishes that could be coming. Beet root for blemish banishment as she liked to say. Next she rinsed. She now put a mixture of flower petals, a chicken feather, lavender, and water to make her face smell better, and there was loads more but it could fill a dozen history books and it included a vial of cow blood when it was a special day.
