In those dirty gray halls, whose lights were of the variety which schools
always buy, the kind which are encased in cheap opaque plastic, she was the
only girl whose fingernail polish glittered and gleamed. It wasn't the
brand; she bought the same kind as everyone else. No, it was something in
Elysuviel Scarlette Skye Petersons's fingers themselves, just the same way
her long blonde hair fell in shimmering waves down her back and threw even
the dimmest light back in shining hues of gold, just as though she were
standing in the sun on a summer day. So it was that, on a rainy fall day,
Elysuviel looked as radiant as a fairytale princess sitting in her seat in
English class, daintily turning the pages of a book with her perfect
fingernails.
At the head of the room stood a tall, horse faced woman. She broke off lecturing and angrily strode down an aisle of desks, until she was standing in front of Elysuviel and gave a poisonous look to the jock sitting in the seat next to her, who was absentmindedly thumbing through a sports magazine.
"Ben!" she finally screeched. Ben looked up, still oblivious to what he had done wrong. The teacher continued, furiously. "I do not appreciate distractions when I am trying to teach the class a valuable lesson."
Elysuviel fidgeted, looking perfectly distraught as she glanced at her copy of The Two Towers, which lay in her lap. She caught the teacher's attention and, in a voice like rain on a summer's day, nervously said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Butch, I had no intention of undermining your lesson, but I too have been reading. Please forgive me, I really meant no harm."
Ms. Butch turned from her victim, who breathed a sigh of relief. Her face lit up and she smiled a warm smile. "No worries, Miss Peterson, I am quite sure that whatever you're actually reading is quality literature, not some cheap magazine."
With that, Ms. Butch pointedly tore the magazine from Ben's hands and scrunched it up in her fist. "In fact, I'm not sure that Ben was even reading this. It is my impression that he was merely looking at the pictures. Intolerable behavior!"
She softened again. "I understand though, Miss Peterson, that this class is far below your level of intellect and must be terribly boring for you. Continue reading if you like." Elysuviel flashed her a syrupy smile and dove back into her book.
Most students were unhappy about walking home in the rain, but Elysuviel didn't understand their moaning. She stepped out the doors and instantly, the clouds parted and a ray of sunshine hit her path. A pair of songbirds flew from the trees and circles her head, singing gaily. About her, the day was as gray and wet as when she walked out of the building.
As she walked, she centered her thoughts on her fast approaching birthday. Sweet sixteen in thirteen days! For a day she would be the center of the world (if she already wasn't every other day). Yes, in less than two weeks, she, Elysuviel Scarlette Skye Peterson would be sixteen. She already looked at least eighteen. Her face was mature, her waist miniscule, her build slender, and her chest ample, but not overwhelming. She was just curvy enough to be innocently sexy. Of course, that was only the tiniest facet of her perfection.
At the head of the room stood a tall, horse faced woman. She broke off lecturing and angrily strode down an aisle of desks, until she was standing in front of Elysuviel and gave a poisonous look to the jock sitting in the seat next to her, who was absentmindedly thumbing through a sports magazine.
"Ben!" she finally screeched. Ben looked up, still oblivious to what he had done wrong. The teacher continued, furiously. "I do not appreciate distractions when I am trying to teach the class a valuable lesson."
Elysuviel fidgeted, looking perfectly distraught as she glanced at her copy of The Two Towers, which lay in her lap. She caught the teacher's attention and, in a voice like rain on a summer's day, nervously said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Butch, I had no intention of undermining your lesson, but I too have been reading. Please forgive me, I really meant no harm."
Ms. Butch turned from her victim, who breathed a sigh of relief. Her face lit up and she smiled a warm smile. "No worries, Miss Peterson, I am quite sure that whatever you're actually reading is quality literature, not some cheap magazine."
With that, Ms. Butch pointedly tore the magazine from Ben's hands and scrunched it up in her fist. "In fact, I'm not sure that Ben was even reading this. It is my impression that he was merely looking at the pictures. Intolerable behavior!"
She softened again. "I understand though, Miss Peterson, that this class is far below your level of intellect and must be terribly boring for you. Continue reading if you like." Elysuviel flashed her a syrupy smile and dove back into her book.
Most students were unhappy about walking home in the rain, but Elysuviel didn't understand their moaning. She stepped out the doors and instantly, the clouds parted and a ray of sunshine hit her path. A pair of songbirds flew from the trees and circles her head, singing gaily. About her, the day was as gray and wet as when she walked out of the building.
As she walked, she centered her thoughts on her fast approaching birthday. Sweet sixteen in thirteen days! For a day she would be the center of the world (if she already wasn't every other day). Yes, in less than two weeks, she, Elysuviel Scarlette Skye Peterson would be sixteen. She already looked at least eighteen. Her face was mature, her waist miniscule, her build slender, and her chest ample, but not overwhelming. She was just curvy enough to be innocently sexy. Of course, that was only the tiniest facet of her perfection.