Over the next few days, Ella was doing more and more of her special kind of work every day and soon, she was asked to appear on a television show to which she agreed. On the day of the show, Ella had told everyone about her new life in town with everybody watching… Ian, Megs, and Amanda included. Megs and Ian were watching at home with their father while their mother was on the show with Ella; Amanda was watching the show on her phone at her house, glaring darkly at the scissor girl all the while.

"That's quite a story, huh?" The host said. "So, does anyone have any questions for Ella?"

A bunch of people in the audience raised their hands and a nine year old boy wearing a red baseball cap was called up.

He stood up from his seat and asked, "What's been the best part about your new life here in town?"

"All the friends I've made." Ella said.

"Have you ever thought about surgery or prosthetics?" A middle aged woman asked. "I know a doctor that might be able to help you."

"I'd like to meet him." Ella replied.

"But if you had regular hands, you'd be like everyone else." A man said.

"Yes, I know." She said.

"But then, no one would think you were special. You wouldn't be on TV or the Internet or anything." Another man said.

"No matter what, Ella will always be special." Mrs. Kyle said into the microphone, which made everyone whimper.

"How sweet is that? Okay, any other questions?" The host asked.

"Miss Ella, are you part of the Christmas Talent Show this year?" A four year old girl asked.

"No." Ella answered.

"Why not?" The little girl asked.

"She doesn't feel comfortable about performing." Mrs. Kyle replied.

"That's completely understandable." The host said, nodding his head and smiling.

"Do you have any other hobbies?" A girl in a pink striped shirt called out.

"Hobbies?" Ella asked.

"Something fun you like to do in your spare time." Mrs. Kyle whispered to Ella.

Ella nodded her head and said into the microphone, "I like singing and ballet."

Amanda rolled her eyes and laughed, "Oh please. I bet if she tried to sing in public, she'd sound like fingernails scratching on a chalkboard… or worse, a dying cat. And I bet that she'd probably trip over her own two feet within a few seconds."

A round boy with red hair and freckles who looked to be about twelve years old stood up and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Ella's eyes widened; she had no idea what to say to that. She thought about what she should say, but she still had no clue.

"How about it, Ella?" The host asked. "Is there some special boy in your life?"

Back at the house, Megs, Ian, and Mr. Kyle were still watching.

"Uh, dad? Is Ella okay? She doesn't look so hot." Penny asked as she lounged on the couch.

"I don't know, sweetheart." Mr. Kyle said. "What do you think, Kyle? Son?"

"Ian? Dude, are you okay?" Megs said, trying to get her brother's attention.

As Ian continued to watch, he couldn't take his eyes off of the screen; to him, Ella looked like she really had something to hide. And just as she was about to speak into the microphone to answer, one of Ella's scissor-fingers accidentally touched one of the microphone's wires, it sparked, and she was so surprised that she screamed a terrified high-pitched shriek and fell backwards in her chair, scaring the people in the audience and Mrs. Kyle.

"Oh my gosh! Ella, honey, are you okay?!" Mrs. Kyle asked as she came to the girl's aid.

"Uh, there's nothing to worry about, folks." The host said. "We're just experiencing some technical difficulties; we'll be right back after these messages."

Ian and Megs were both completely shocked and terrified for Ella all at the same time at this point while Mr. Kyle just stared in shock.

"Oh my gosh! That came outta nowhere!" Megs commented.

"I hope she's okay." Ian added.

"Me too." Mr. Kyle said.

Amanda, on the other hand, was practically howling with laughter at the sight; in fact, she couldn't stop laughing even after the show was already over.

"Yes! Yes! Finally! She got hurt! I called it!" Amanda cackled. "Serves her right to trying to steal my man."

Then, a thought popped into her head as she set her phone down and looked at reflection in the mirror on her vanity.

"I wonder if I'll see her in the audience on the night of the show." She said to herself. "Even if she is, I'll still laugh… and she'd cry."