Drabble #1
Prompt: Picture
Begin Date: Septemeber 3
End Date: Septemeber 12
Special Details: None
Author's Note: So, this is a brilliant ongoing project in which I'm learning to be more particular in the words I choose to string together. It's also a project in using the first person, since I've suddenly found myself writing first person for everything I've worked on in the last two weeks. I'm excited. I didn't do this drabble by the deadline, but I still got an idea that I couldn't resist.


She holds the tiny, gilded frame in her hands, eyes reflected in the glass.

"This is mine?" she asks.

"Of course it is," Jeremy says. He hesitates a moment, then asks, "you like it, don't you?" Aelita looks up at him, her expression slightly startled, but it is Odd who answers for her.

"Of course she does, Jer," he says, throwing an arm around his fellow blonde's shoulders.

"What are you, her mouth piece?" Ulrich asks.

While the pair begins wrestling on the floor, Aelita hugs the photograph of her friends, all sitting together, to her chest, and she smiles.