Hi! Sorry I didn't update for so long, I was too busy reading fanfics. Thank you to @K1415100 for commenting so I know how the they thought about this. Thank you to all of those readers who spent their time reading this. I hope you enjoy this!!!
"Gilly!" Jax pops out of nowhere. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I scream, then I smack him on the head. "OH MY GOODNESS, JAX!!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???" I yell. Jax winces, "You don't have to yell!" I gape. "I DON'T HAVE TO YELL??? YOU SCARED THE LIVING SOUL OUT OF ME!!!" I... umm.... yell.... again. "Geez! Sorry alright?" Jax mutters. I calm myself down, "What are you doing here?" "Umm, waiting for you to come out?" Jax replies as if it was obvious. "Well, wait somewhere else!" I snap, "Not a very good idea to scare me to death right now." "Someone's in a bad mood." Jax grumbles. "For your information, you would be in a bad mood too if you just came out with a new cast and your best friend scares the living soul out of you." I huff angrily. "I said I'm sorry! I just wanted to tell you that Kayla says that she'll meet you in your fairy training class." Jax says, then walks away. I stand there feeling guilty for yelling at him. I should probably get going now. Red and Kayla would be waiting for me.
"Hey! Am I late?" I say, moving very slowly because of my crutches. "Gilly!" Red smiles, "Sorry about your foot, Kayla told me. Although it's perfect for what we'll be doing." "What are we doing?" I ask curiously. "Well, as our next unit for balance, I decided that it might be important to learn how to curtsy without, you know, falling on your face." Even though Red doesn't look at me as she says it, I know she means me. "Gilly, bend a little, then put your injured foot behind it. Only let your toes touch the ground. No! I mean your right foot, the injured one. See? You managed a perfect curtsy with the help of crutches!" Red cheers. I am not as happy, do I seriously need to learn how to curtsy? I mean learning how to balance on thin surfaces may come in handy but curtsying? Time seems to slow down, one minute becomes an hour, then a day, a month, a year, a decade. Finally class ends. "Try practicing it more!" Red calls to us as we leave. "Got it!" Me and Kayla call back. Honestly, I am not gonna practice any more of that leg-aching move. What use would it be anyways?
Sorry for the short chapter, I couldn't think of anything. I'll try to make things more interesting for the next one!
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FTRS Short Story
FanfictionThe FTRS crew are finally not chasing villains (or the other way around, for that matter), and now that their lives are at last without drama - for the most part - what does that mean for Jilly? *spoiler alert* It's centered around Jilly <3
