Thank you! I've never gotten so many story alerts before. But you guys still need to review. Come on! Find your humanity! Haven't any of you had a dream? Well, mine is to finally have a story with more than fifteen reviews, pathetic, right? So please, review. And since I'm really bored, I'll be one of those authors who has the characters talk to me.
Drew: When will I come in?
Me: Next, or next next chapter
May: Well, technically, you did appear in the first chapter whe-
*covers May's mouth*
Me: Don't spoil the surprise for the non-tanglers!
Drew:Tanglers?
Me: Yes, it's a term for fans of Tangled. Like Avatard and Twi-hard (or as me and my friends call them, Twi-tards (sorry if I offended you and you're a Twilight fan, I just really hate that book)). I got it from an author from the Tangled Fanfiction section... I forgot who, but if you came up with the term and you're reading this, I give full credit to you.
May: So did anyone figure out who Karen was yet?
Me: Sadly no, so no one gets this coo-
*May tackles me for the cookie*
Me: Nooo!
Drew: May don't eat the cookie! You're fat enough as it is!
Me: I still need to give this to whoever can guess who Karen is. I know there's someone out there who knows who she is. I'll give you guys a hint, she's in the first region including her specialty type as an official pokemon type and she's not in the anime. Though she's a bad guy in the manga (which is why I made her Gothel)
Oh, and I have to mention something, someone was wondering, is Campanula Mayballaculus a real flower? No. I got it from the plant, Campanula Rapunculus, which was what Rapunzel was named after. And no, this flower does not glow and make you young when you sing. It's just a normal plant you can find... somewhere, I don't know where and I'm too lazy to look.
May: I'm not named after a flower?
Me: No, you're named after a month in Spring because of your positive attitude.
May: Yay!
Me: Oh, and May?
May: Yes?
Me: I think you'll like this chapter
May: Why?
Me: You'll see
Anyways, on with the-
May: Wait!
Me: What? Stop interrupting me!
May: I want to say it...
Me: Sigh, fine
May: Yay! On with the fic!
Drew: I guess that leaves me with the disclaimer: splattermusic does not own Pokemon or Tangled, if she did, the world would end and all the story-lines would be full of crap
Me: HEY!
When will my Life Begin?
Beautifly zoomed outside the window, darting its tiny head, back and forth, on the look out for a certain blond girl. She flew around and fluttered to an area, underneath the window pane. She breathed heavily, desperately hanging onto to the wood, praying she wouldn't find her. "Aha!"
A young, golden-haired girl exclaimed from the window, "Beautifly! I know you're here!" She peered around and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I guess you finally beat me." The girl feigning defeat spun on her heel and walked away. Below the pane, Beautifly stifled a laugh and flew a few inches forward. Suddenly, a rope of a yellow color wrapped around her petite abdomen. She was hung upside down in front of a smirking blond. "I guess that's twenty-one for me and zero for you. You want to play twenty-three out of forty-five?"
Beautifly shook her head as the girl untied her locks. She excitedly pointed to the outside view. The girl gazed, admiring the surrounding: around the tower was a steep, hulking, white canyon. There was only one way out, through a small crack at the base, barely visible from the tower's point of view. Cascading down the canyon wall was a waterfall, as clear as the sky. A babbling brook swept around the area, being as long as the girl's hair, which was now an amazing, seventy feet long. She sighed, "You know we can't do that, Mother would never let me. And besides, I need to start on my chores." She looked at the clock, realizing how furious Mother would be if she came home to a dirty home. She threw her hair into the air, landing it on a hook near the ceiling. She pulled and the skylight in the roof opened, revealing the bright sun.
Seven-am, the usual morning lineup
Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean
She took a broom and swept around the room. She lifted her hair and brushed the dirt underneath it. She pushed the debris into a pan which Beautifly held and unfortunately brushed the brown particles into Beautifly's beloved face.
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up.
She tied sopping wet sponges to her bare feet and began to "skate" around the tower with a basket of filthy clothes on her arm. Occasionally, to push herself forward, she used a soap-soaked mop.
Sweep again, and by then it's like seven-fifteen
She glanced at clock with wide eyes. She leaned against the wall and blew at the strands of hair in front of her face. This was going to be a long day.
And so I'll read a book
She walked by the book shelf and picked a three-inch book of the works of Leonardo Da Vinci.
Or maybe two or three
She plopped a textbook about musical theory and another explaining the technicalities of zoology.
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery
She suspended herself in the air with her hair with Beautifly floating next to her, holding a colorful palette. She brushed a new layer of scarlet red paint onto the dress of her self portrait. She sat on her hair, using it as a swing and spun around to look at the mural that was composed of the entire wall of the tower.
I'll play guitar
She lightly strummed at the wooden instrument, testing out different chords.
And knit
Using two needles, she fabricated a blue scarf that tightly wound around Beautifly.
And cook and basically
Eggs and bacon simmered on the cast-iron frying pan, cooking in the pork's scrumptious fat. She took the pan off the stove-top and dumped her breakfast on a plate. Looking up, her eyes stayed on a certain pair of curtains; they somehow seemed out of place. She stuck her thumb out of her fist and put her hand horizontally, then vertically, and then horizontally, visualizing the perfect painting.
Just wonder when will my life begin?
She finished her first meal of the day and dropped the porcelain plate in the washing basin. Skipping happily to the out-of-place curtains, she picked her art supplies along the way. Hopping with excitement, she pushed the curtains aside, ecstatic to see a bare wall. She plunked her thickest brush into a can of navy blue and brushed it across the wall.
Then after lunch it's puzzles
She and Beautifly each held a puzzle piece in hand, attempting to put this together. Beautifly quickly put her piece in the correct spot, though the girl had yet to do so.
And darts
She closed her eyes and threw the darts blindly and all landed perfectly into the bull's-eye. Eighteen years of practice paid off.
And baking
She reached deep within the oven and pulled out a plump apple pie.
Paper mache
She placed a large, white, exaggerated paper head on her on, promptly scaring her insect friend away.
A bit of ballet and chess
She pirouetted on her toe sticking her hand out. Her hair twisted around her thin body. She squeaked as her hair bond her body except for one free arm. Using that free hand, she pushed a white queen on a chess board, knocking over Beautifly's black king.
Pottery
She molded a lump of brown clay into a long, elongated vase as Beautifly used her proboscis to create intricate swirls.
And ventriloquy
She sat up straight on a chair with Beautifly on her lap. As she drank a glass of water, Beautifly squeaked out random noises.
Candle making
Pulling the string out from the bucket of water, she was somewhat delighted to see the candle had come alright. She looked around at the dozens of wax lights around the room and to Beautifly who dragging a candle far too big for her. She sighed and blew at her hair.
Then I'll stretch
She stood up straight and keeled over, touching her left toe with her right hand. She stood up straight again, then did the same with her left hand and right toe.
Maybe sketch
On the now navy blue wall, she began to draw, with a block of charcoal, the outline of her idealistic painting.
Take a climb
She placed her hair on one of the bars of wood stretched across the ceiling. She began to climb up the tresses.
Sew a dress!
Twirling around, Beautifly looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a miniaturized replica of May's scarlet red dress.
And I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare
With nothing left to do, she took the same three books from the book shelf with a bored expression. Da Vinci, Musical Theory and Zoology, three subjects she knew very well.
I'll paint the walls some more
I'm sure there's room somewhere
With a blank expression and palette and brush in hand, she stood, frozen, realizing that, in all three rooms of the tower, she had no more room for more paintings.
And then I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair
She brushed her hair over and over again with the same monotonous stroke, on each monotonous day.
Stuck in the same place I've always been
And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'
She ran around the room in circles, throwing her hair in every direction, creating a spiral pattern.
And wonderin' and wonderin'
She threw the remaining hair up and sang, "When will my life begin?" She looked at the almost finished painting. "And tomorrow night, lights will appear," the painting show the beautiful night sky, filled with yellow-pink lights, "just like they do on my birthday each year." Below the lights were trees, and on the tallest tree was a young blond girl, garbed in red, stretching her hand out, almost touching the sky…but not close enough, "What is it like, out there where they glow? Now that I'm older," she put one final stroke on the girl's hair, "Mother might just let me go..."
"Ma-ay," A lovely voice sang, "let down your ha-air!"
"Mother's here!" May gasped, "This is it! I'm going to ask her! I'm going to finally ask to take me to see the floating lights!" She lifted Beautifly off of her head, "Beautifly, stay hidden, Mother can't see you."
Beautifly nodded and clung onto the wall. May draped the curtains over the Pokemon and shouted, "Coming, Mother!"
She scurried to the sound of her mother's voice. Placing her hair on a large black hook on the top of the window, May gathered her long mane into a bundle and tossed it outside.
Me: Ta-Da!
Drew: That's all?
Me: Shut up Draco
May: Yay! I get to sing a song! When will my life begin?
Me: I knew you'd like it.
Drew: Look at what you made, I have to be stuck with...that...for the rest of the day.
May: You're just serving Jelly because you don't have a song!
Drew: Jelly?
May: Yeah, Jelly? Jealous?
Drew: May, when do you ever not use a food based saying?
May: Well-well- YOU'RE STILL JEALOUS!
Me: Actually, he does have two songs coming up
May: Dang it!
Me: But you have four! (Well, six if you include the speaking parts in two songs and eleven if you include the Healing Incantation which you sing six times)
May: HA!
Drew: grumblegrumblegrumblegrumble
May: Please support this fic and review
Me: And support this movie by watching it!
-splattermusic
P.S. sorry for the long author's note, I'm home alone and bored