So, this is the beginning of a possible literary train wreck. YAY! *confetti rains from sky cause I'm the author and if I say it rains confetti, IT RAINS CONFETTI OR I WILL GO GEORGE RR MARTIN OR STEVEN MOFFAT ON THIS* Anyways this was inspired by a nightcore of Melanie Martinez's Dollhouse. So ummm, thanks for that Miss Martinez. Please gimme feedback it's my first fanfic that I've given to someone beside my Gramma. I'm sorry about my horrid grammar. I'm still working on that.
Chapter 1:
I sits at the back of Sikowitz's classroom colouring a picture of an elephant I named Heffalump. I puff out my cheek in thought for a minute. Who even gave me the elephant? I don't think on it too long when I notices the crayons have sparkles in them today. Andre gave me a ride so we got here before everyone else. Andre's phone rings and he glance for a second as the caller ID before answering. I tilt my head a little so I can listen to his conversation better. What can I say? I'm a curious Cat. I giggles to myself at the thought. Curious Cat.
"Hey, how is Andria? Is the chemo working? Is she happy? Can I come visit? How is she, Ma?" Andre shuffles from foot to foot as he says this. His tone is nervous and eager all at once. He runs his hand through his hair with the end of every question. He pauses. The person on the other must be responding.
"Calm down? You're saying that after not calling me for months about my baby sister's condition, I should calm down? I get we can't afford to fly me out! Can you at least put her on the phone?" He sits on the edge of the stage and his voice cracks on the word "phone." His eyes go wide and he rubs his face.
"But the chemo?" Another pause.
"Is she okay?" His voice seems tiny, small, and empty. Another pause
"Oh, okay." His voice seems so delicate that anything could break him into thousands of glittering glass splinters like he wasn't even Andre but an old porcelain doll.
"Goodbye, tell her I love her. Yeah. Love you too." He hangs up and stares at his phone for a second before throwing it on the ground and stomping on it. The phone flickers to life for a brief second before dying. I decide I don't like his expression.
"Lookie lookie lookie Andre!" I run up next him and throw my arm around him. "I coloured the Elephant you gave me! He's green! Look at the sparkles on him! Do you think if I got an elephant to like roll around in green glue and then throw bunches and bunches of sparkles on him, he would look exactly like my photo?" I say. Wouldn't that much sparkles and glue be expensive? I have $20 in my Candy funds but I think I would die from lack of sugar if I used that money. Maybe I could get Rob- Andre interrupts my thoughts,
"It looks beautiful Li'l Red. Didja name him?" His voice sounds cheery like it always does.
"Yeah! I named him" I pause trying to remember the name "Heffalump!"
"Like from Winnie the Pooh?" he asks.
"No, like my green sparkly elephant!" Poor Andre, it must be hard being so dumb.
I kiss his cheek to make him feel better and I feel bad for him. I skip back to my seat and begin working on the next picture in my colouring book as the rest of class slowly begins to fill Sikowitz's classroom. Andre's laughter fills the room as he greets Tori and Beck. Good, Andre's back. I hum to myself as I reach for my sparkly pink crayon and begin to color in penguin. Everything is right in my world.