Daisy Terania was a very pretty girl. But she had no friends.
With her short, curly auburn hair, and pale blue eyes, you would think she'd have more friends.
But Daisy simply didn't WANT friends. She was very small, petite, but boy, was she a tough cookie! And she had quite a temper.
Many people had tried to befriend her, but Daisy just pushed them away. She had her friends, her Star Wars action figures.
Most people thought she was weird, because she carried her three favourite action figures in her pockets, and because of the thin, auburn plait hanging behind her right ear, The braid was longer than the rest of her hair, it was her three year old Padawan braid.
As Daisy sat in algebra class, she doodled an extraordinarily realistic picture of Anakin in her sketchbook.
Her teacher, Mr. Jeirs, was calling on random students to do a homework problem on the board. Daisy, as usual, hadn't done her homework.
"Daisy, do number twelve on the board." Mr. Jeirs instructed.
She didn't look up. Why should she? He hadn't called her by her name.
"Daisy!" He repeated, walking over to her.
Her eyes remained on her art, and her pencil never stopped moving.
He reached over, and grabbed her sketchbook, causing her to mess up. "Daisy, do number twelve!"
She glared at him, "How many times do I have to tell you people? Call me Terania!"
She reached for her drawing, but Mr. Jeirs held it out of reach. "Daisy, I don't call Sierra 'Terania,' nor will I you!"
Daisy stood up, angrily, "I am not my sister!" then she launched her 4'9" frame into the air, snatching her sketchbook back. She packed it into her book bag, and fled the room.
Once she had escaped her prison of algebra class, she fled to the girl's room, and ran into the handicapped stall.
Once she was there, she sat on the floor, and took her action figures out. Then, Daisy began to laugh.
She laughed, and laughed.
She laughed until her action figures became realistic.
She laughed until her surroundings became the Jedi Temple.
She laughed until she became Terania.
With her short, curly auburn hair, and pale blue eyes, you would think she'd have more friends.
But Daisy simply didn't WANT friends. She was very small, petite, but boy, was she a tough cookie! And she had quite a temper.
Many people had tried to befriend her, but Daisy just pushed them away. She had her friends, her Star Wars action figures.
Most people thought she was weird, because she carried her three favourite action figures in her pockets, and because of the thin, auburn plait hanging behind her right ear, The braid was longer than the rest of her hair, it was her three year old Padawan braid.
As Daisy sat in algebra class, she doodled an extraordinarily realistic picture of Anakin in her sketchbook.
Her teacher, Mr. Jeirs, was calling on random students to do a homework problem on the board. Daisy, as usual, hadn't done her homework.
"Daisy, do number twelve on the board." Mr. Jeirs instructed.
She didn't look up. Why should she? He hadn't called her by her name.
"Daisy!" He repeated, walking over to her.
Her eyes remained on her art, and her pencil never stopped moving.
He reached over, and grabbed her sketchbook, causing her to mess up. "Daisy, do number twelve!"
She glared at him, "How many times do I have to tell you people? Call me Terania!"
She reached for her drawing, but Mr. Jeirs held it out of reach. "Daisy, I don't call Sierra 'Terania,' nor will I you!"
Daisy stood up, angrily, "I am not my sister!" then she launched her 4'9" frame into the air, snatching her sketchbook back. She packed it into her book bag, and fled the room.
Once she had escaped her prison of algebra class, she fled to the girl's room, and ran into the handicapped stall.
Once she was there, she sat on the floor, and took her action figures out. Then, Daisy began to laugh.
She laughed, and laughed.
She laughed until her action figures became realistic.
She laughed until her surroundings became the Jedi Temple.
She laughed until she became Terania.