A/N okay, peeps. This chap is really, really, really, really, really short.
I'm super sorry!!! Now, to all my spiffy readers. Pu pu pu puleeeeeeeze
review. Then you shall be spiffy reviewers!!! He he he. Fyi: if I get lots
of spiffy reviews, I will include a reader's name and create a character
based on them to put in my spiffy story (fyi: I love the sharpie show, as
some of you may know, by the amount of the word "spiffy" in my A/N
comments.)
Disclaimer: Random person: He-ey! You are using some of phillip pullman's characters in your story. Me: * grabs reader * Do I LOOK like phillip Pullman to you?
Upon arriving to St. Sophia's boarding school for young ladies, Olivia was flummoxed. She stood, alone, at the train station, where a rickshaw was supposed to meet her and the other young ladies who were new to the school. Olivia searched for other people of her age, and saw one. She was a minuscule girl with waist length black hair tucked behind her pointed, elfin, ears, dark brown-black eyes searching for something. Her eyebrows were arched and very dark. She wore a neat skirt and blouse, nothing remarkable. Although she was much shorter then Olivia, who was herself a few inches below the average, her chin was held up, and the look in her eyes was pure determination.
The girl's eyes met Olivia's, and she obviously wanted Olivia to come over to her, instead of the other way around. Olivia meekly walked over to this little boss, and stood in front of her.
"You from the school?" said the girl, without so much of an introduction.
Olivia nodded and said "I'm Olivia Silvertongue. Who are you?" The girl didn't answer for a minute.
"Silvertongue. Do you know Iorek Byrnstien?" Olivia blinked.
"Er..no." the girl looked at her intensely, and then, seeming to find her not to be lying, which, of course she wasn't.
"I am Anya Ein'kaa. You may have heard of me. Possibly not. Either way, we shall be roommates for the next few years, so lets get one thing straight. I am Anya. Therefore, I shall be treated with respect. I shall do the same for you, daughter of Eve. I don't know if your mother has told you the story of her interesting past. But on any terms, we will respect each other. And, hopefully, be friends." Olivia stared at the strange girl, and said in hard tones.
"I am Olivia. Whatever a daughter of Eve is, I en't one. You en't knowing my mother, either. So you en't gonna be speakin' bad about her." Anya's pale cheeks heated up considerably.
"A daughter of Eve is one of the highest compliments I can give you. And it is true, I don't know your mother personally, but my adoptive father knew her as a daughter, and my mother knows her as well. They both know her like family, and have saved her life a considerable amount of times." And with that, the strange girl flounced away towards the rickshaw.
Disclaimer: Random person: He-ey! You are using some of phillip pullman's characters in your story. Me: * grabs reader * Do I LOOK like phillip Pullman to you?
Upon arriving to St. Sophia's boarding school for young ladies, Olivia was flummoxed. She stood, alone, at the train station, where a rickshaw was supposed to meet her and the other young ladies who were new to the school. Olivia searched for other people of her age, and saw one. She was a minuscule girl with waist length black hair tucked behind her pointed, elfin, ears, dark brown-black eyes searching for something. Her eyebrows were arched and very dark. She wore a neat skirt and blouse, nothing remarkable. Although she was much shorter then Olivia, who was herself a few inches below the average, her chin was held up, and the look in her eyes was pure determination.
The girl's eyes met Olivia's, and she obviously wanted Olivia to come over to her, instead of the other way around. Olivia meekly walked over to this little boss, and stood in front of her.
"You from the school?" said the girl, without so much of an introduction.
Olivia nodded and said "I'm Olivia Silvertongue. Who are you?" The girl didn't answer for a minute.
"Silvertongue. Do you know Iorek Byrnstien?" Olivia blinked.
"Er..no." the girl looked at her intensely, and then, seeming to find her not to be lying, which, of course she wasn't.
"I am Anya Ein'kaa. You may have heard of me. Possibly not. Either way, we shall be roommates for the next few years, so lets get one thing straight. I am Anya. Therefore, I shall be treated with respect. I shall do the same for you, daughter of Eve. I don't know if your mother has told you the story of her interesting past. But on any terms, we will respect each other. And, hopefully, be friends." Olivia stared at the strange girl, and said in hard tones.
"I am Olivia. Whatever a daughter of Eve is, I en't one. You en't knowing my mother, either. So you en't gonna be speakin' bad about her." Anya's pale cheeks heated up considerably.
"A daughter of Eve is one of the highest compliments I can give you. And it is true, I don't know your mother personally, but my adoptive father knew her as a daughter, and my mother knows her as well. They both know her like family, and have saved her life a considerable amount of times." And with that, the strange girl flounced away towards the rickshaw.