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Life In The Tower

The wooden shutter on the window at the top of the tower opened with a clang. A young woman with grey blue eyes and extremely long and sleek blonde hair looked out as if to look for something.

"Hmm," she said "Well I guess Ginny's not hiding out here." She put her hands behind her back and turned from the window. A small creature by the flower pot sighed in relief. That is, until she felt something around her tail and she was yanked upwards.

"Found you." Luna said while hanging upside down. She got down and released Ginny. "So shall we play again?" Ginny gave her a look. "Ok well what do you want to do?" Ginny used her tail to put outside "Oh no," Luna sat down and swung her legs over the edge so she was sitting on the ledge "I like it in here and so do you." Ginny stuck her tongue out at Luna "Oh come on Ginny it's not so bad in there." Luna picked Ginny up and rolled into the tower.

Luna opened a window in the roof of the tower using her hair and then slid down it, as if it was a rope. She checked the clock and saw that it was seven am before picking up her broom and starting on her chores. She swept the floor, did the laundry, washed the dishes, mopped the floor, dusted the room and swept up again. She looked at the clock again and saw it was only seven fifteen. Well she had been doing the same routine for a long time.

A normal day for Luna, after her chores, started by reading a book, or two or three. And then she'd add some paintings to the walls of the tower. She'd get out her guitar and practice before taking her knitting out. She'd put a pie in the oven. She might see a place she hadn't painted yet. So she'd get her paints back out. She vaguely wondered if this was what she would do for the rest of her life.

After she had eaten her lunch she would get out a puzzle and then she'd play darts. She would bake a couple dozen cookies and while waiting for them she'd make a paper-mache head. Then she would practice her ballet, and usually get tangled in her hair. She played Ginny at chess everyday. She'd go and make a pot before using Ginny as a ventriloquist dummy. She would make candles as well. She would stretch out and take a climb and then she would trap Ginny and force her into a mini dress that she had sown.

She might read her books again if she had time, but she'd read them so often that she knew exactly what was going to happen next. So she could get out her paints to paint the wall some more, but there was no room left. So she would grab her brush to brush and brush and brush her hair. She didn't like to think about it much, but she was stuck in the same place she'd always been. For months now she had been wondering if her life would ever really begin.

There was always one thing that she looked forward to. Her birthday, for on her birthday, at night, the lights would be there. Just like they were on her Birthday each year for as long as she could remember. She walked over to her newest painting, the one of the lights, and she painted herself looking up at them. She wondered what it was like up there where they glow. Her mother had never let her leave the tower, but she was going to be eighteen the next day. Her mother might just let her go.

It wasn't likely. Her mother didn't want her to get hurt in a world that would only use her for her hair. But she would ask, because she really wanted to see where those lights came from. 'Yes' she thought 'I'll be confident and I'll ask for it as a birthday gift.' With that thought she walked away from the painting, hoping that her mother would be back soon.

Well thats Luna's life so far. Reviews are welcome.