Requested by Venetia Yewbeam (haha, not the actual character) - hope you like it :)
Well, this isn't good at all because I don't much like Olivia, so I couldn't get into writing about her much (or maybe that's just a bad excuse...)
Olivia's poem – Apples and rainbows
When I started at Bloors,
When my body clock ticked ten years,
My life was as ordinary as yours
My only talent was a gift for fake tears.
But something happened, something changed.
When I bumped into a boy in the hall.
I must have looked such an idiot, so deranged,
Yet this was nothing to what would soon befall.
Because that chance meeting ignited
My membership to a world of Jekyll and Hyde:
Of secret storms, flying and talking pictures united,
Whilst battling ordinary teenage problems inside.
Alas, my membership was honorary, incomplete,
I could only stand in the periphery with no cares.
I longed for a power, so I too could defeat
The enemies I called 'ours' but were truly theirs
Oh, holy pineapples, be careful what you wish for!
As I discovered that confusing, horrible time.
When flowers wilted and peeling apples became a chore,
When my life held to reason or rhyme.
Thank goodness for Alice, my friend:
For helpful Charlie and sweet Emma
For their support when I was going round the bend,
For helping me make sense of my dilemma.
And now that I can understand,
And I can peel apples better than any,
Now life isn't nearly so bland!
For I can conjure up anything, even a penny!
Finally, my life has a meaning,
Finally, I have a new role.
I mean, acting could sometimes be demeaning,
But this saving the world has soul.
Now no one can stop me: Livvy the great,
To me, no one can oppose.
'Cos I can climb the highest gate.
'Cos I'm singing rainbows.