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~Prologue~
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When she looked in the mirror, she saw a thin, ashen face with many folds by the corners of her eyes. Her thin silver hair fell in her face and tickled her pink nose. She blew a small puff of air upward but the hair fell back into place.
"Oh, darn. Where did I put that brush?" She thought aloud as she wobbled to a small basket on the bathroom counter. Her thin, boney hands searched through countless hair supplies until they found a red comb. "There you are!" She giggled while pulling the brush out from the basket.
The elder brushed her thin bangs out from her face and then took hold of her silver locks with one hand as the other searched her wrist for an elastic. As soon as she felt the puffy red elastic, she pulled it up to her bundle of hair. In one quick motion, she tied her silver hair into a low pony, leaving no loose strands. She smiled at the results and gave a small nod to her reflection. "That's better, don't you think so?"
Her reflection smiled back at her. "I thought so too. But-" She glanced down at her pale pink nightgown. "I need to change before I clean up this place."
With a mop and bucket in hand, Sophie began her task of cleaning the kitchen. She set down the green bucket -making sure to sit it down gently because it was filled to the rim with soapy water- and used the mop for support.
"I'm not so sure about this," she told the mop. She examined her small kitchen with a deep frown on her wrinkled face, which added more folds by her mouth.
The sink was swollen with dishes, cups, silverware, and kitchen supplies. Everything in or near the sinks has rested there for more than a week and was either clean or dirty. Unfortunately, Sophie couldn't tell the difference.
"Oh, fiddle sticks! I'll never get this done!" she huffed to her mop before dropping it onto the outdated tile floor. "I'll just take a nap first. . ." Sophie turned to the door and inched her way over, trying her best to stay balanced. When she reached the door, she sighed and leaned against the frame. Her blue slippers began to slide, due to her slightly angled pose.
Sophie straightened her posture and continued to make her was to the sofa saying, "I'm too young."
When she reached the couch, her shoulders dropped and she let out a long sigh. Sophie held onto the arm of the couch as she slowly sunk down into the cushion. When she was a little over half way to being completely down, she released the arm and fell down into her floral couch.
The worn out cushion sunk beneath her body, making a soft 'Poof' sound. Sophie's frail body began to relax in the sofa and soon she found herself beginning to doze off. She positioned herself so her head rested on a pillow and her feet sat on the arm on the opposite end.
"A quick nap won't hurt, right?" she asked to no one or nothing in particular. Sophie's bright blue eyes scanned the ceiling of her apartment.
It was no longer white but a light yellow. Cracks covered the edges and corners of the ceiling and some appeared to be from water damage. Sophie pouted as she thought about the cost to repair her ceiling but this didn't last long. Soon, her mind cleared up and the world around her darkened. The cities constant chatter began to sink away into nothing as her eyes closed. Her body felt light and airy as she finally reached a deep slumber.
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I did not make Sophie up. She belongs to Diana Wynne Jones :) Can anyone guess what book Sophie is from? Wait. . . I gave the name of the author so. . . *sigh*
I can't believe I started another story! I really need to work on my other ones before I start another D: *sigh* Anyways, I love Sophie so I thought I would make a fanfic based on her as an elder :9 I hope you didn't mind the uber short chapter. . . Please review to let me know what you thought!
-Ryuu22 :3
"I like pancakes!" (o))