Omg. Hey guys! It's been like….a year or so since I post anything ? Well I got back into the Horton hears who fandom! I still love Invader Zim and I do fan art for it on D.A my account name is SweetSinster !
Well, let's get this story started!
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It was September 7, 2013 in WhoVille. The sun's rays lite up my room and touch my cool cheeks. My alarm went off; 7:30. I got up from the bed standing on my feet; I shivered at the morning cold floors touch. After a moment I reached my arms up to the ceiling as I yawned lightly. I had such a lovely night sleep! It was something about ice-cream! But either way I woke up happy. I walked up to the mirror attached to my lavender vanity. I took a seat on my lavender chair and grabbed a brush. I ran the brush through my lavender hair. My hair is completely straight; my mother blow dries my hair 3 times a week. I wasn't allowed to add any color, curl it, or style it outrageously. Just loose or in a high or low whotail.
Mother told me that will attract attention of other who's and that is being conceited. I have to learn to be modest. My hair reaches down my bottom; the ends cut in a perfect line and fixed my bangs that also ran straight across my forehead. I smiled lightly at my reflection. My eyes were the same colors as my father, Navy blue. But they were a bit too close together for my liking. My face structure is rounder than any other who I know. My nose is small a dark lavender shade and also round. My fur is lavender with thin blue and white stripes on my arms. I didn't stare at myself to long, that will be conceited. I went to the restroom and brush my teeth. They were a nice white color and pretty straight. I like my teeth; but if I ever told that to my parents they would lecture me about modesty. My parents believe selfness is the reason so many whos fall. We must follow our Lord Seuss example. Sides a topic about teeth doesn't seem so exciting. Once I was finished with brushing my teeth I went to my room and got dress.
All I over wore are uniforms. Never had I wore jeans, shorts, bright color dresses, really high heels, tee shirts or anything self-expressing. Just plain button up shirts with a grey tie, tucked in my grey skirt that goes down to my knees, high socks; white or black and black school shoes. Sometimes my parents bought me skirts with stripes! And when I want to get a little crazy I wear ankle socks! Sometimes I think I'm bad for my own good. I giggled at my own thought and shook my head. I walked down the plain green hall with rows of pictures in simple picture frames of our family. But mainly of our Lord Seuss.
I am the only child, it's pretty lonely. But when I'm down, I study, pray, or listen to gospel music on my radio. I wasn't always to listen to any other genre of music since they are full of curse words or will corrupt my mind. Well, that's what my parents tell me. I didn't have a whophoen or who-pod. I really don't know much about the world outside my house walls. I only went outside to go to church, Church school, church activity and ballet classes with the supervision of my parents. But the only who's that go to church or ballet are children and who's over thirty. So I really don't know any teens my age.
I hardly see my family. I've only seen my aunties and uncles once a month and only spoke to my cousins on the phone for only thirty minutes twice a month if I'm lucky. They're stories they told me about their life sound so exciting and really scary, but that's the exciting part! I wish sometimes to have a life like that, but not lose my religion during the process.
I twirled around the corner as I walked the first step of the stair case in a nice slow pace. Not to slow or too fast. But I was tempted to skip down the steps since today will be a special day!
I've been home school my whole life. I am now a senior and I begged my parents to let me go to school with the other who teens. For I can find myself! I really don't know who I am, I don't' think or speak for myself. There has to be more to life than just black and white. Good and evil. Boring and fun. I want to be neutral. I feel at time that I'm not meant for this life style, but that will be selfish. My parents refused my invitations of going to a public school I almost gave up. But I asked my Priest (Saint Light, he's an amazing listener) to talk to my parents. The Priest agreed, spoke with my parents who finally gave in, but there is going to be a price to pay. Finally something is going to go my way! Well, sort of. I walked into the pale green kitchen and sat on the brown table with my father who is sipping his black coffee and reading the daily news whopaper. My father is a blue who with a white tuff of gray hair on his head that is slick black. He wore a black suit, a white button up shirt, a black plain tie and black dress up pants and leather shoes. Not a single wrinkle on his outfit. He is in his early forties, so of course he has wrinkles. He has wrinkles on his forehead (it's more noticeable when he is scowling) baggy dark eyes and his cheeks sagged a bit, but still handsome. My father is a teacher my Church school. I smiled happily when my mother placed a plate of 2 perfectly circle waffles cut in four section. She placed a tiny cup the size of a thimble full of syrup and another one with whip cream. She gives me reasonable portions of food. She tells me over feeding oneself is where greed starts. I pick up my fork and ate my breakfast. Not chewing loud, or fast. I finished my breakfast in ten minutes and drank my milk slowly. I looked at my mother and bowed my head.
"Thank you for the breakfast dearest mother. And thank you for providing the food father." I thanked softly. My mother nodded and smiled.
"You're welcome" She replied happily. My mother is lavender who with light blue stripes of her neck looking like a choker, and wrists. She wore a blue dress with white pot-a-dots on it and reasonably blue high heels. Her eyes are a sparkling green. She has short dark purple hair that was in a nice tight bun. I had too much hair to put in a neat bun like hers. She is in her late thirties; she has wrinkle creases on the side of her eyes from lack of sleep since she with my dad at night masses. She a typical house wife and she helps my dad with church planning's.
I heard my father clear his throat followed by the sound of the whospaper being folded neatly in front of him. I sat up straight in my chair looking in him in the eyes. He folded his long fingers together.
"Alice, today is going to be your first day of Whoville High public school. I expect you to behave the way you do here at home at school. Focus on your studies and only join clubs that deals with our lord. You will be representing your mother and me, I expect a lot from you. Your mother will be picking you up. But unless you have to stay after school for some reason call your mother ahead of time at the school office" He spoke with order in his rough deep voice. I nodded my head as I whispered 'Yes, sir'. He nodded and smiled lightly.
"Have fun, but not too much fun. And here." He reached behind him and he handed me a blue box. I mentally squeaked and took the box with grace.
"Thank you father" I bowed as I open the box, but I wanted to rip it open, but control my eagerness. It was blue dress? I took it out and realized it's a body hijab. My mother 'awes' lightly and helped me put it on. The hijab covers my whole body and half of my face. The only things to be seen are my eyes. It was thin attire so I could breathe from my nose normally and my body wouldn't get over heated, but the other who's, who would see me wouldn't see my body. The hijab is loose so it didn't hug my figure. This was the price I have to pay to go to school.
"A young lady body is a temple, only her future husband can see her without her hijab" My mother cooed happily as she pecked my forehead. I sighed internally and nodded.
"Shall we get going?" I asked happily as my mother nodded. We got in the car; I grabbed my book bag and sat in the front with my mom. Clicking in the seat belt and was off to school.
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The ride to school was quiet the radio played at a sensible volume. My mother sang lowly with the gospel singer, not trying to overpower the singer's voice. We stopped in front of red bricked school. It was crowded with brightly colored who's. My eyes lit up at the sight.
"Wow" I whispered as I gawked at the students. There are so many various styles, personalities and groups at this one place. I never seen this much who's my age. I smiled and kissed my mother cheeks good bye and left the car. I noticed how short I am compared to these teens. I clenched my bag to my chest when I realized the odd stares I was receiving. I swallowed hard as I walked to the building. My heart was pounding against my chest as she I felt my body trembling. Oh jeez, I'm so nervous! I shifted my eyes around as I saw some who's laughing or smiling at me. I didn't know if that was good or bad.
I squeaked when I felt a weight hit my side and arms wrapping around me. I jerked my head to the side and saw a girl with bright yellow and orange fur. She wore jeans that were really tight and a blue shirt. Her hair orange tied up in a whotail. She had bright yellowed eyes that smiled at me.
"Hey, you're new here, right? I haven't seen you around here before! Hi, my name is Cindy!" she shouted close to my ear. I cringed a bit, but I smiled nodding my head.
"Yes I am. My name is Alice Ortiz. Pleasure to meet you acquaintances" I introduced myself nicely. She gave me a strange look.
"Whoa. So proper, relax nooby your mom not here. Uh, what's with the get up?" Cindy asked curiously as she eyed my hijab. I smiled awkwardly, but it's not like she can see it.
"This is my hijab, it is part of my religion." I explained to her. She nodded and gave me a pat on the back.
"I'm so sorry" the orange who told me lightly with a smile. I was really confused at her comment. Why is she sorry? Why is she smiling? This didn't add up.
"Uh, thanks, I guess." I said slowly unsure of her words as I looked back ahead. Till I was felt Cindy hands on my stomach and she gasped really loudly; stopping me in my tracks.
"Oh my who! It's him!" she cried. I rolled my eyes at her annoying scratchy voice.
"Who?" I asked a bit annoyed. Cindy squealed loudly as she nearly bounced around. She pointed at a black and gray who with a thick black sweater, well-fitting jeans, a pair of black and white shoes I never seen and baggy wool hat. He has long raven hair, he leaned against a wall under the trees shade with a few more who's. He looked like a dark character. I heard Cindy sigh dreamily.
"He has a voice of an angel" I wanted to laugh at her words. Oh the irony. She says he's an angel I say he's a dark figure. Not saying he's a demon of some sort, but I would never call him an angel. I know it seems bad to judge him based on his appearance, but my father have told me many times before that appearance on a person says a lot about that. And his attire screams 'delinquent'.
"That's Jojo the hottest guy in school" She said happily as she smiled up at the sky. I raised my brow.
"Hottest? Well then he should wear less dark colors" I said matter-ol-factly. Cindy stopped in her placed and eyed me strangely.
"Yes?" I asked firmly. Her odd stare left her face as she shook her head and laugh.
"Oh who, you poor dear. You are gonna get chewed up and spit out in this school." She said in a pity voice as she grabbed my arms. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I shrugged. We walked to the office and I got my schedule. I scanned the paper with my classes on it. But Cindy snatched it out my hands before I could read any of it. But I didn't say a thing. She eyed the classes.
"Whome-room, Who-story, Who-ology, lunch, Music, who-ometry and art. We have Who-ology together" She listed off. She shoved the paper into my chest as she walked slowly ahead of me. I felt a bit sad when she did so, I thought she was friend? Is this is how friends treat one another?
"What are you waiting for? Christmas?! Move it Ali!" she said in an ordering tone my father would use. So use to the firm demanding tone, I picked up my stuff and speed walk over to her side looking down. Cindy smirked deviously to herself. She is going to have fun with her. Cindy took my arm again and took me to my Whome-room class. She gave me a strong hug before she left. I faced the door and sighed. I turn the cold knob letting myself in. I saw a class full of who's. My heart skipped a few beats and I slowly walked in not making any eye contacts with anybody.