Hey everyone! Me 'n' Cheebz, back wit ANOTHER chapterized fic and here we go! This is a new
series, based off the Orphan series by V.C. Andrews. This one is called "Butterfly", obviously, and it's
about Hotaru. So here we go.
Butterfly
Prologue
Last Chance
"Now, remember, Hotaru," hissed Kaolinite, narrowing her already beady black eyes at me and squinching
up her almost non-existant mouth. "This is your best chance; it could be your *last* chance." She
continued relentlessly, watching me with those eyes as I cringed at her following, equally harsh words.
"Many people think you're sickly, Hotaru. You're so small, so frail. So very pale. (AN: Check it out,
people! Kaorinite can rhyme!) You just look *so sick*.
"I'm not sickly, or frail!" I insisted in my soft whisper. It's true, though--I *am* very small. I was an
extremely premature baby, almost deadly premature. My mother died during my birth, and my father
died while saving my short life in an explosion when I was still a small girl. Ever since I've, been living
in foster families and orphanages, dotted in various places across the country, and much smaller
than normal children my age. Just yesterday, Tommy Prefontaine--this *really* mean jerk in my
orphanage--had called me Bashful the Dwarf because of my height and shyness, inferior to his own
bossy 6'2".
Kaolinite smiled her sarcastically acommodating smile at me. "Whatever, ahem, *dear*. Just...Don't
screw it up, okay?" She leaned closer to me, her face inches from my own, and whispered harshly:
"Don't you dare mess this up." She straightened and returned her voice to it's normal faux pleasant
tone. "So, let's bring them in, shall we?" She lowered her voice again. "They know a lot about you,
Hotaru, and for some reason they still want you. You're an adorable girl--it's too bad you're really
twelve insetead of six. You look as though you're half your age..." She broke off as a knock came
at the door. She treated me to another of her sardonic smiles as she stood to answer it.
series, based off the Orphan series by V.C. Andrews. This one is called "Butterfly", obviously, and it's
about Hotaru. So here we go.
Butterfly
Prologue
Last Chance
"Now, remember, Hotaru," hissed Kaolinite, narrowing her already beady black eyes at me and squinching
up her almost non-existant mouth. "This is your best chance; it could be your *last* chance." She
continued relentlessly, watching me with those eyes as I cringed at her following, equally harsh words.
"Many people think you're sickly, Hotaru. You're so small, so frail. So very pale. (AN: Check it out,
people! Kaorinite can rhyme!) You just look *so sick*.
"I'm not sickly, or frail!" I insisted in my soft whisper. It's true, though--I *am* very small. I was an
extremely premature baby, almost deadly premature. My mother died during my birth, and my father
died while saving my short life in an explosion when I was still a small girl. Ever since I've, been living
in foster families and orphanages, dotted in various places across the country, and much smaller
than normal children my age. Just yesterday, Tommy Prefontaine--this *really* mean jerk in my
orphanage--had called me Bashful the Dwarf because of my height and shyness, inferior to his own
bossy 6'2".
Kaolinite smiled her sarcastically acommodating smile at me. "Whatever, ahem, *dear*. Just...Don't
screw it up, okay?" She leaned closer to me, her face inches from my own, and whispered harshly:
"Don't you dare mess this up." She straightened and returned her voice to it's normal faux pleasant
tone. "So, let's bring them in, shall we?" She lowered her voice again. "They know a lot about you,
Hotaru, and for some reason they still want you. You're an adorable girl--it's too bad you're really
twelve insetead of six. You look as though you're half your age..." She broke off as a knock came
at the door. She treated me to another of her sardonic smiles as she stood to answer it.