Well, here's the teaser/intro for my new story. Reviews would make me VERY happy. :) Thanks for reading! (And Happy Holidays as well!)
~weathergirl17248
A girl. Wavy orange hair, a jean miniskirt and a black off the shoulder top with a sparkly, rainbow heart and a purple tank-top underneath. She looked exactly like Bloom. Was it her? No. She was on the outside looking in, as the mystery girl painted. The girl looked at something, something Bloom couldn't see, and made another brush stroke. Suddenly, Bloom heard shouting. The girl did too, and she looked up, a panicked, terrified look took over. The closed bedroom door slammed open, revealing an enraged man with dark hair and eyes. His black pants were rumpled, and his white shirt was stained and dirty. The girl jumped up, backing away from the man, visibly trembling.
"You worthless brat. You didn't turn the light off on the porch."
"Bu, but I did, dad, honest." The girl choked out. The man snarled and walked closer.
"You failed, then you lie to my face?" The man snarled, his voice rough and cold. He slapped the girl, hard across the face. The girl whimpered, tears rising in her clear blue eyes. A red mark appeared on her cheek. The man slapped her again, harder this time. Bloom ran forward.
"Stop it! You're hurting her." Bloom yelled, and she tried to push the man away from the girl. Her hands went through him, and he didn't react, as if he hadn't heard Bloom's cry.
"Worthless little freak." The man said again, smacking her with all his might. It would have sent the girl across the room, but he grasped her wrist tightly.
"Stop it, stop it!" Bloom shouted at the top of her lungs. The man still didn't react, and he knocked the girl to the floor. The girl looked up, straight at Bloom, it seemed. Her blue, tear filled eyes cut Bloom to the heart.
"Help me." The girl whimpered. "Someone, please help."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm trying." Bloom said, but the girl continued staring upwards, as if Bloom hadn't spoken. Why didn't anyone hear her?
"Can anybody hear me? HELLO?" Bloom shouted. Suddenly, Bloom felt someone shaking her.
"Bloom, Bloom wake up." Bloom opened her eyes to find a worried Flora standing over her. Bloom glanced at her clock. 3:30 am? Why was Flora awake? Stella was sitting up in her bed looking at Flora and Bloom, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"What? What's going on?" Bloom asked groggily. Keiko jumped up on the bed next to her.
"You were talking in your sleep. Loud enough that you woke me up. Were you having a nightmare?" Flora asked kindly. Stella yawned and climbed out of her bed, and padded over to Bloom's as well. Bloom opened her mouth to explain, when the door to the adjoining room opened, and in walked Musa, Aisha, and Techna.
"Heeyyyy, you guys having a pajama party without us?" Musa joked as she walked over to Bloom's bed. Stella sighed.
"I wish. I have the cutest pajama's I could wear-"Stella began excitedly, and Techna held up a hand.
"Stella, I'm sure we'd love to hear about your cute pajamas. But I'm a bit more interested in what's going on."
"Yeah Bloom, what happened?" Aisha added. Bloom looked down at her
"Well, it was this dream. Kind of a nightmare, but not really. I was like, standing there, and there was this girl. She looked like me, but she was different, I guess. She was like, painting. I don't know what, but she was. Then this dude walked in. He started yelling at her, and he hit her. He hit her over and over and over. She was crying, and then she said someone help me, please. I was standing there, and I yelled at the dude to stop, but he didn't hear me, or ignored me. I tried to push him away, but my hand went through him and didn't affect him. I couldn't help her." Bloom said sadly. The other girls were frowning as well.
"It sounds awful." Musa said sadly. The other girls nodded in agreement.
"It seemed so real." Bloom murmured.
"I'm just curious to know why you dreamed that. And how come the girl looked like you." Techna said, and Bloom shrugged.
"It was probably just one of those random dreams a person has every once in awhile. Sorry for waking you guys up." Bloom said apologetically.
"We just wanted to make sure you were ok." Musa assured her.
"I'm fine, really. Let's all just go back to bed." Bloom said, as she lay back down.
"Works for me. A princess needs her beauty sleep." Stella said, as she went back to her bed and plopped down.
Musa, Aisha, and Techna headed for the door to their room.
"Nite guys." Aisha said with a smile, and closed the door behind her.
Flora went back to her own bed, and clicked off the lights.
"Goodnight." Flora whispered, and she lay down in her own bed. Soon, Bloom heard the soft, steady breathing of Flora and Stella, as they fell asleep. Bloom whished she could fall asleep. She couldn't stop thinking about the mystery girl in her dreams. It was too real to have been just a dream. Bloom thought. The girl, whoever she was, needed help. Bloom's mind raced a million miles an hour, wondering how she could possibly find one girl, when she didn't even know her name. Finally, just before dawn, Bloom's exhaustion took over and she feel asleep.