Actually, I thought of this plot when I was (re)reading Lollipop, a Harry Potter fanfic. Actually, if you like this kinda stuff [and there's some HP-SS action in there, and I'm not talking about slash. Ewww. :)] you should totally read it. 'course, mine isn't nearly as good as that… but anyways.
And I'll update who I wanna be eventually. I'm just a bit… stuck.
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Introducing:
Invincible
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in·vin·ci·ble
adj.
Incapable of being overcome or defeated; unconquerable.
"I am fully aware that this is my last chance, George." Ted Lynch snapped into his Blackberry Curve, glowering sullenly across the perfectly-kept White Plains Park, [A/N okay, THAT was pretty unoriginal. Whatever.] perfectly still and silent, other than the lone figure near the back exit, sleeping restfully with her mud-caked red hair strewn about carelessly.
Doing something of a double take- it was nearly eight o'clock in the evening, after all, and the figure did look small- eight or nine, he'd wager- he began to slowly edge toward the girl, before he was eventually kneeling next to her, eyebrows bunched together and phone thrown meters away.
Somehow, the girl seemed to quickly awaken in seconds, brilliant green eyes blinking groggily, mouth opening twice before snapping shut again.
"Here." Ted extended a hand kindly, and, in a smooth move, getting up and helping the frail girl do the same.
"Thanks." She muttered quietly, staring at the ground, the trees, the sky- really, anywhere but the man's face.
"You're not going to… turn me in, are you? " she asked, wide emerald eyes showing glimmers of incoming tears.
There was a moment of silence- silence, except for the snapping of twigs, the steady rhythm of their feet, moving alone in the early stages of darkness.
"No." he stated after a while. "One quick question, though." Ted added quickly, as if trying his hardest to get it over with. "What's your name?"
The young girl's eyes widened for a fraction of a second- a motion so quick, that it was almost unnoticeable. Discreetly, she crossed her fingers behind her back, and said the first thing that came to mind.
"Annalise Walker." She lied. And although he didn't believe her, he simply nodded, and beckoned for her to follow him.
And, for some reason, she couldn't help but trust him. And, following the kind man, they traveled quickly towards the back exit- towards a new world, a new life, for the both of them.
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Really, she supposed, being a model- especially a children's one, wasn't all that bad. She shared a small residence with numerous other girls- orphans, most of them, as the lucky ones to have parents returned to their spacious estates every night. And they were all extremely friendly, outgoing, and overall loveable people. The apartment was always bustling with activity- and although she practically never spoke, although she almost never joining in their conversations, they somehow loved her like a sister- and, truly, she felt the same way.
For a while, it was fun- a game, of sorts. Nothing more that posing for pictures, grinning widely, showing off amazing new products. For a while, she could still claim that it hadn't changed her- hadn't harmed her in any way.
After all, she couldn't claim anything of like that now.
She was beyond help- beyond repair.
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Honestly, how were they so skinny? Those older girls- and males, for that matter, were perfect in every way, in her eyes. Flawless appearances, wrists like razors, and the perfect height- they were exactly that.
Perfect.
And her older roommates warned her not to affect her- not to travel down the road they had taken, attempting to save her, while they still had the chance.
But she paid no mind to their warnings- and quickly became jealous of these porcelain beings- and in the mirror, her thighs suddenly looked too big, her stomach stuck out far too much- everything that could go wrong in a person was, with her.
And she promised herself- that no matter what, when she grew up, she would be just like them.
And, unfortunately, that was exactly what she was.
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It was simple, really. Far less damaging than the alternative. And, just like that, she slowly began to eat less and less- until she truly mirrored her idols, in a younger form.
She wasn't anorexic, she reasoned with herself. No, she thought of it as more of a diet- and, really, it had the desired results. Only she never realized it- her image of herself never changed, regardless to how it truly did.
She even failed to recognize the worried glances of her roommates. They realized what was going on- realized what was to come, realized that it was beginning to take over her life, like it had to numerous others.
But, really, they quickly stopped bothering- they knew too well that it was a lost cause. And it wasn't as if they liked "Ann," as they had dubbed her, any less- it was that it wouldn't do any good. If anything, it would just tear their relationship to shreds.
And the idea of that seemed ten times worse.
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"Hey! Ann!" Nick Jones [A/N yes, I am reusing him. I love him too much to pass up the opportunity, one, and two, I'm just too lazy to think of a new name.] shouted from behind her, quickly catching up with her and shaking his shaggy chocolate brown hair out of his face, so his sparkling dark brown eyes were clearly visible.
"Happy birthday!" he exclaimed, after an awkward moment of silence, and the two turned towards each other.
"Thanks." She said with a grin, afterwards casually looking around Nick. "I see you didn't get me a present." She said in a teasing voice.
Nick smiled back. "Says who?" and, with that being said, placed his slight hands on Dylan's shoulders, slowly went in for the "kill."
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"Hey, guys." "Annalise" greeted casually, leaving her worn-out flip flops on the dark doormat.
Only Alex Brown, a short-haired blonde with navy eyes, responded with a "hello-" the others were glued to the screen, and she quickly sit on the arm of the couch, listening to the perky blonde on the TV.
"…In other news, an official investigation to find out what happened to Dylan Marvil, daughter of Merri-Lee Marvil, famous host of the daily grind, has at last begun. Dylan is suspected to be long-dead," at this, a picture of a nine-year-old Dylan Marvil flashed onto the screen. "but investigators say that there still is a slight possibility that she survived, after all these years." At this, Jessica Morris quickly turned off the TV, and the entire room stared thoughtfully at "Annalise."
"You know, Dylan looks exactly like you did when you were younger…" an older, slightly ditzy girl spoke up.
Annalise simply bit her lip, then laughed nervously. "Coincidence, I guess." She said with a shrug.
Suddenly, she popped up, dragging herself towards her bed. "I'm beat." She explained shortly, with a long sigh.
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"Visitor for you, Ms. Walker." George Lynch explained, and, with a short gesture, directed her to a small room.
Nervously, she slowly walked towards it, already pretty sure what was about to happen.
Still, nothing could prepare her for the real thing.
"Fuck." She swore under her breath, clenching her jaw. "Just… fuck."
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Dylan Marvil, formerly Annalise Walker, once again let out a long sigh, nails rapping annoyingly against side of the limo, once again attempting to reach Nick.
Dylan: You there?
After ten minutes, she gave up, throwing the device across the car, and leaned her head against her hand.
Twenty minutes later, they had arrived- to Westchester, New York.
To her former house- a fairly large, lightly colored mansion that slightly resembled a church in its structure.
Once again, she found herself walking towards a new life- and this time, she wasn't quite sure if it would be for the better.
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Hmmm. I kinda like it, but I sorta don't.
What about you? :D.
It was six pages? Which is sorta long, by my standards? Haha.
And FYI, I'm not planning on updating this anytime soon.
And there might be some mistakes, but idc. I'm too lazy to proofread it.
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