You know how I said my cheek was swollen? Well, the dentist says he only gets one or two cases a year when someone reacts to Novocaine like I did!! ARG! I am very irked!
Gilita Imagines Herself
Gilita Imagines herself. She has purple skin with black and gold eyes. Her lips are the color of bricks, and she wears a smile just like the Mona Lisa’s.
“What Is Mona Lisa?” asked Pritte, her sister. “I mean, you know I like paintings, but I don’t remember that one”. Gilita jumped. “what? how not? we learned about it just yesterday! the girl with the curious smile behind the mountain scenery! Broloxxe Major told us during our lessons! Don’t you remember?” “no,” sighed Pritte, looking downcast, “I never do”. “then leave me alone. And stop tapping in! Who knows what I could be thinking of !If I was thinking about Fonde and Gorith Majess or even Toine! You are too young to hear of such things, sister!” (the two girls had made a secret pact about it two years before, at the top of a Dandie tree by their old home in Restaltach, but Pritte was always forgetting) “yes, Gil” sighed Pritte, who walked away. When Gilita was sure that her nosy sister had left the room completely, she continued on thinking. Her arms are graceful, like a noble swan’s, and her torso is neat and well proportioned. Her hair is three feet and jet black. “done” she said, looking back into the mirror.As she did , two green-orange eyes stared back into her like a mess of painted coals.
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The things contained in the next morning’s events were not to be desired. Firstly, It was tea for breakfast (never Earl Grey-NEVER an imported tea- always always the mud swamp herbal brew-the one Gilita absolutely DETESTED), lessons about the neighboring earth star and what-not with Broloxxe Major, another quite embarrassing “tapping-in” episode with Pritte (this time she really WAS musing about Toine), and no visits from either Elsa or Kianne, her two friends from Hitherschool. Pritte, she always liked to remember, was still in primer school, and only in her fourth year. The only thing that could cheer her up on such days was to go to the fish pond and grab earth-toads with her bare hands (and, to Gilita, the prospect of touching slimy foreign creatures seemed wholly unappetizing). What was she ever to do? The best cure was to take a casual stroll in the park, but Fahter had locked the gates, and Mahter was gone playing Bridge.
oh, what was one to do locked up in one’s own mansion on a lazy day in the Flanders star system?
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