GRAHAM'S STORY
(What was life like for our little supernova BEFORE the Elusives'?)
(Please note that this particular story is in the view-point of Graham…)
Beep-beep! The endless drone of the Monday morning alarm clock… Oh, joy. Forget the fact that Graham had barely gotten any sleep last night, oh no, she was just too worried to care. And that particular worry was exactly what had caused her to miss 6 out of 9 hours of sleep last night, but whatever…
It was the first day of school, wheeee… And Graham got to be the single model of her brand-new wardrobe! This, she was mega excited about. It was an uber-keen mix of her own line of duds she made herself at her state-of-the-art sweatshop, i.e. the corner of her large room where her humongous sewing machine was. But most of the clothes were just paid for by her mother's super-exclusive black AmEx, and it never failed to buy her whatever her heart desired, nor her mother's, for that matter.
Graham swung her long, bare legs over the side of her bed and stuffed her bare feet into her fuzzy purple slippers. She was wearing a matching purple-and-white striped nightgown that had three-quarter sleeves and a very, very short hemline. Rubbing the sleepies out of her eyes and yawning until she heard her jaw crack, Graham slammed a fist down on her alarm clock to shut it up, and she shuffled sleepily into her own personal bathroom. Everyone in her house had one, but hers was, by far, the best.
Why; with its gold-and-purple diamond tiled floors; shower curtains that showed a lavender sky with silver clouds; and a matching flower-embroidered curtain over the only window; plus a huge empress-style mirror coated with mini lights on top and edged in real silver; and the real Persian rugs in every shade of cream on the floor; and a solid copper laundry hamper; and her pure gold shower nozzles decorated in real opals—her birthstone--; and her own lavender, silver, white, and grey towels monogrammed in her initials and her motto: Thea Anthas (Divine Flower)… This all added up to one pretty swell bathroom. And Graham the Divine Flower would have it no other way.
Graham stayed in the center of the bathroom and turned in a full 360-degree circle, fully admiring her sweet bathroom hook-up. She was the only girl in town who had a separate shower and bath tub set apart. She was also the only girl in town who had a full octagon-shaped bedroom with eight corners each big enough to fit a double king-sized bed against. She was the only girl in town who even owned a double king-sized bed… which she called a "Goddess-sized bed" because of its size.
She was probably the only girl in town who got up at 3:30 a.m. each morning—sometimes earlier—to train, and practice, and rehearse, and work-out… or whatever else you want to call it, yadda yadda blah.
Graham flicked off her overhead bathroom lighting and turned on her mirror lights. She changed into a one-piece gold sweat suit with short-shorts on bottom connected to a sleeveless hoodie number on top. On the front embroidered in shimmery grey text was a giant number 14 (her lucky number); and on the back written in the same shimmery grey was her full name, "Graham Ophelia Methius". Then Graham brushed her tangled hair back into a low bun at the nape of her neck and held her bangs out of her face with a gold bandana.
Graham looked at herself long and hard in the mirror. She looked at herself for so long and so hard that her image began swimming before her lavender eyes. Everything got blurry, and before she realized what was happening, she was subconsciously thrust back into the past…