Hi guys! Sorry everything is a day late this week. I'll probably be doing a KotLC React after this. Itll probabaly be posted Monday, and I'll post on that story everyday.

Review Responses:

fpfhfa:I get it. I'm trying, but the better I get, and the longer I write, the longer the chapters will get. I'll try to make my next one a lot longer.

Dust Bunny:Ya.

Ok. On to the story.

Sophie woke up to find Feda staring at her, surrounded by her former friends. She was still in her used-to-be wet chlothes, the towel and dry ines on her make-shift dresser.

"Get out!" She yelled, before she could think about it. Maybe it was that 'angel' talking.

"Foster, I-"

"I SAID GET OUT!" That time it was for sure her.

When did Keefe get here? And why exactly is everyone crowding into her too-tiny-for-6-people-to-be-comfortable room?

"Sophie." It was a faint whisper at first.

"GOOOO!" She yelled when they were still standing there, staring at her.

"Sophie..."

Everyone started to file out, except for Fedallah.

"We're going to take turns visiting you each day. Here's the schedule. Edit it if you want." Feda set a clipboard down on her bed, where she didn't realize she had been laying, and walked out, shutting the door quietly. Sophie heard a faint click.

They were locking her in...

Sophie tried to direct her attention to the clipboard. She, however, soon failed.

Why were they locking her in? Didn't they trust her? Was she really that different?

Clipboard. It read:

Sundays: Gavin

Mondays: Biana

Tuesdays: Fitz

Wednesdays: Fedallah

Thursdays: Keefe

Fridays: Dex

Saturdays: Melany

Sophie fixed it to where it now read:

Sundays:

Mondays:

Tuesdays:

Wednesday:

Thursdays:

Fridays:

Staurdays:

There. Now it's perfect.

Sophie slid it under the door, watching as someone with black nails took it.

Hold on.

Elves don't have nail polish, do they?

No, elves have this weird gel you put on your fingers, and they change colors depending on your outfit.

But she clearly smelled the nail polish. It was a very distinct aroma.

"Who's out there?!" She yelled through the door.

"Oh, don't worry, darling. We're friends of your human parents. How do you get this nail substance off?"

The mention of Sophie's human family brought back memories.

She'd been trying not to think of them lately; she felt like she was leaving them all over again.

"Wait... Uncle Gavin...? Aunty Melon..?" They had come to visit her! They were elves...?

Uncle Gavin was my mom's kid brother. And Aunty Melon-or Aunt Melany-was his wife.

Uncle Gavin was a really nice person, but was always looking for a new adventure. Aunty Melon was looking for adventure all the time too. Aunty Melon was always wearing black boots, a black and some other color outfit, and black nail polish.

"SOPHIE!" It was now a cry for someone to notice the voice. (Don't worry. I haven't forgotten about the 'angel') the voice interrupted her thoughts.

What?

"They can't be trusted-I should know. Don't let them into your heart."

But why?

"Because-here's my favorite one-because I said so. I don't have time to explain. It's Sunday and the devil is about to come in. Beware of your 'beloved Uncle PeeBrain'."

What?

But the voice had already faded.

It was right, though. The door was being pushed open just as that conversation ended.

Sophie scrambled away from the door, hiding behind her bed.

"Sophie? I have mallowmelt." A familiar voice ushered her out.

And it succeeded. Sophie crawled out, taking a huge silver platter, filled to the brim with mallowmelt.

"We need to talk...about your parents..."

567 words. Sorry it's so short.

Thanks for reading!

This is to everyone: Sorry if it bothers you that my chapters are pretty short, but I'm just a beginner. The more experience I have with writing, the longer the chapters will get.

Thanks for reading, and please review your opinion! Constructive criticism welcome!