Ick, when I was just finishing up my editing on this, my 'script' randomly expired, and I had to refresh the page. I wasn't worried, because I had saved it about a million times. Anyone wish to hazard a guess as to what happened when the page re-loaded? *Sigh*

Okay, I'll be the first to admit that I'm a terrible, terrible updater. For that I apologise (writing Anti-Cosmo is starting to get to me. I've started to call all of my friends by their full names instead of the shortened versions. Oh, the sacrifices I make for you guys).

OH! Before I forget to tell you again, know that some of these one-shots/prompts will contradict each other. For example, if I say that Foop's eyes are purple because of some terrible radioactive explosion in one 'shot, and in another I declare that they're purple because when you mix pink and green together it creates purple (which it probably doesn't; I don't feel like Google-ing it to find out) please just go along with it. I'm writing this for fun, not to pick holes in myself.

One last side note: I was experimenting with changing my writing style, (not permanently, please keep breathing) and this is what came out. Little more storyteller commentary than usual, but I sort of like it.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit. Blah blah blah.

7. Red (Prompt 041)

Before Anti-Wanda, Anti-Cosmo, and Foop, all anti-fairies were born with red eyes. Why? Well, everyone assumed it was because they were evil. You know, because red eyes make you look evil? Then Anti-Wanda was born, with her bright pink eyes, and everything changed.

There obviously had to be something wrong with her, some flaw in her genetics. She wasn't normal.

A mere two years later, another anti-fairy was born, the last anti-fairy to be born for millennia. He wasn't normal either; he had green eyes. Green! At least pink was sort of close to red. Mix a little white in with the red and it turns to pink, right? But green? Green wasn't even near red, in fact, it's pretty much the opposite!

The two young anti-fairies were shunned, by both their parents and peers. One of the two didn't understand why, the other honestly couldn't care less. The latter built for himself, studied and mastered charms a toddler shouldn't even know exist. On his first day of kindergarten, he smirked at the other children who were learning to anti-poof up black cats, the same children who teased and taunted him during preschool. With a quick twirl of his adult-sized wand, he froze the entire class, including the teacher. He then proceeded to steal their lunches, as his mother had 'forgotten' to pack him one.

On the other side of the spectrum, the female of the two hadn't done anything about her isolation. She simply accepted it, for what could she do? She wasn't talented, smart, or pretty. She was weird and different, the odd one out. Imagine her surprise when another anti-fairy transferred to her school many years later, sporting green eyes and a monocle. Green eyes and a monocle! It just didn't make any sense to her.

She avoided him for the most part, not wanting to take the chance and be rejected yet again, this time by the only other anti-fairy like her. She remained in the shadows, observing him from afar.

Well, until that faithful day when she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Silly her.

He was floating casually down the halls, book tucked under his arm. It was his free period, so he was going to spend it reading, as usual.

She, on the other hand, was late. Very late. It happened when the bullies shoved you into your locked and you couldn't get out. At least she had her wand . . .

So she flew down hallways and through corridors like a bullet, forgetting that she could just anti-poof into the class.

Needless to say, their paths crossed literally, and at the same time, causing a collision.

As she scrambled to pick up her binders, books, and miscellaneous pens that had fallen, he gave a glare. "Watch where you're going! You cannot just speed down the halls like a rogue dragon! Do you know who I-" He silenced himself as she looked up at him, revealing her eyes. He crinkled his brow. "So they were right; I'm not the only one." He murmured, and annoyance gave way to a sort of grudging respect.

She was silent, just staring up at him.

Pink eyes . . . hm. They are so different. And yet, I think I like them. Wait, I feel like I'm forgetting something . . . oh, yes. "Where are my manners? I'm Anti-Cosmo. Pleasure to meet you, Anti-Wanda I presume?" He offered a hand to her, and she took it, rising, while allowing him to twirl his wand and her books appeared in her hands.

She nodded. "N-Nice ta meet 'cha too . . ." Don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me.

One side of his mouth curled upwards, and he raised the opposite side's eyebrow. A few seconds of totally not being judgemental later, he shook his head softly. Something about this girl just screamed insecure.

He should really do something about that.

Wait, what? Why did he care? Hm. Probably because her eyes were different, like his. Naturally, he had read up a little on the subject of eye pigments, and her name had appeared every so often (as had his). Every time though, she would be associated in a negative way. It was something that, as part of the minority, irked him. He shrugged it away.

Meanwhile, Anti-Wanda was thinking too. Just a heckuva lot slower. What was she thinking about? Well, it most certainly wasn't the colour of her eyes.

Bacon or ham? Maybe baloney? Or bologna? Why'sit always so hard to choose a meet for my Sam-witch?

What? I didn't say her thoughts were as deep as Anti-Cosmo's!

They both stood — or floated, rather — in silence, wrapped up in their own thoughts. Until he snapped out of his, anyway.

"I'm sorry, am I distracting you? You probably have to get to class." She nodded, not really wanting to leave. She liked this anti-fairy — not like that! He was just nice to her, was all.

"I'll see you around, perhaps?"

Was that hopefulness in his tone? No, she was just hearing him wrong. Still, she smiled. "Shore!" Her eyes flicked to a nearby clock. Thank goodness it was digital. Unfortunately, it said she was twelve minutes late. "Uh-oh . . . gotta go! Bye Anti-Cosmo!" She sped off once again, leaving the future leader to stare after her.

He shook his head slightly, amused, with a fanged smile on his face. What a character.

She was certainly someone to keep an eye on, at the very least.

That was . . . short (941 words).

*Sigh* I feel old. Really, really old. I know, I'm not even an adult yet. But still, with fifteen days of (technical) childhood left, I can't help but feel nostalgic. Teenagehood seems so . . . uh, I don't know. Old. I just want to be forever young. Ah well, at least I won't have to worry about being booted off of this site because I'm 'too young'. I'll stop my annoying (nonsensical, boring, off-topic) rambling here.

Remember, to err is human, to review divine. ^_^