A few hours had passed. It had stopped raining and Elizabeth had finished her drawing. She picked it up and held it to her chest. She couldn't wait to show her father.
As she left the building with countless families and their children, she had forgotten why she was there. She wondered if Henry would come back and pick her up. She decided she would go home by herself. Their house wasn't that far anyway, and she hoped no one would mind.
As she skipped pass the alleyway, she passed a child sleeping on the floor, next to the animatronic, Puppet.
"The child is covered in ketchup. How strange." Elizabeth remarked. She then skipped away and she arrived at home in no time. Their house was big and blue. It had a purple car parked next to it. Her father was already home.
When she was walking towards the back of the house, she noticed a broken window. As she stepped inside the back door, she saw her eldest brother on the yellow sofa, watching the Freddy Fazbears cartoon. He was doodling mask designs on his sketchbook. When he noticed Elizabeth he quickly shut his book and glanced at her.
"Hello Micheal! Do you know where Evan is? His bedroom window is broken." Elizabeth said this while pointing at the direction of the window.
"Oh, apparently Father wouldn't leave Evan alone so he broke out the window to escape him. I've just been here for a while."
As Micheal said this, he glanced around, as if afraid someone might hear.
"Don't tell father this, but I lied about the half day. I'm skipping school because it's swimming and I hate swimming." Micheal rolled his eyes, and pointed at some newspapers on his desk. "Remember when I drowned? Like, many times? I never want to swim again."
Micheal pointed at a newspaper, with a headline saying "Middle School Troublemaker Drowns Again". And another one, which said "When Will the Foxybro Learn To Swim?". Micheal sighed. Elizabeth felt kinda bad for him. She knew how much he hated swimming.
"Have you been drawing more masks?" Elizabeth said quickly as she pointed at his sketchbook. Micheal smiled. She knew how much he liked talking about his drawings and crafts.
As Micheal continued talking about his mask designs, Elizabeth seemed to drift off to her own world, full only of her thoughts and opinions and dreams.
Micheal is a great artist. He crafted his mask extra scary, warding off any strangers that dared pass by. And I asked him if he'd make more, and make a company or a firm out of scary masks. He declined, shaking his head and taking off his mask so that I could see his face.
He said he'd only make masks for him and his friends. He said, that if the masks became popular, then people would take advantage of it, and make profit without his permission, or steal his design, or make fun of his style. And he would rather that only his friends get masks, because it's more special that way. And I didn't understand. Wouldn't you want to share something so special, with the lots of people? What's the point in having an art talent, if you can't show it off? My brother is strange.
If I could create something scary or pretty like Baby, I'd make lots of money and become famous and rich. If I only I had a talent like that. Then I would never need to work, ever, and I'd sleep in all day and do giant speeches and be seen in newspapers. I would have merchandise and paintings of me and everyone would be proud of me. And daddy would say, "that's my little girl". And he would pick me up and whirl me around, like Mr. Emily does to Charlie. And we would live happily ever after, just me and daddy and the world.
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A day passed. Monday had started, meaning school, teachers and students. Elizabeth wasn't sure wether she liked school or not. She was good at school, always getting full marks and gaining compliments from her teachers. But she wondered how it would feel like, if all the students wanted to be her friend.
During class, she was always made fun off for her way of speaking. Since they were in Kindergarten, they couldn't speak like her and they called her "Chatterbox" and "LoudMouth". She stopped speaking so much and only spoke when the teacher called on her. She didn't want to be hated on by her peers.
"Hello students!"
The whole class stopped what they were doing to face the kindergarten teacher.
Her name was Miss Rosemary. Miss Rosemary was a short woman, with short curly red hair like clouds and her green dress had fancy little buttons. She wore clean white gloves and loved looking at her students' drawings. She was always proud of Elizabeth for her good grades, manners and writing. She wore makeup, and kept it in her blue purse. When Miss Rosemary smiled you could see her bright red lips better. Elizabeth liked the red color. It reminded her of Circus Baby's lips.
"Today, we're going to be doing something different then usual." Rosemary smiled as she said this and grabbed some papers and crayons from her desc.
"We'll be drawing something very special to us. Then, we'll share out our drawings and see who's the best! The child with the best drawing, gets to have a golden star!"
The whole class gasped. Everybody wanted a golden star. Especially Elizabeth. All she could think about was her father's proud face when she visits him with her star. He'd be so happy he'd stop working for the rest of the day and they'd go to carnivals together and eat cotton candy and do what fathers and daughters do in the books. Elizabeth was beyond happy just thinking about it. She had to win the golden star.
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Elizabeth was sitting on the carpet next to the boy with the fingertrap toy and pigtail girl.
"I'm obviously winning!" pigtail girl said proudly, showing Beth her drawing of Chica and Bonnie.
"And this is mine!" The boy showed the girls his drawing of Foxy and his fingertrap toy. He even drew the shadows under his animatronic head!
Elizabeth was worried. She had to admit, the drawings looked good. What if her drawing wasn't going to win? Her palms were already sweating. She couldn't not win! She had to make her father proud!
"So what did you draw, Elizabeth?" Susie said, brushing her blonde hair behind her ears and looking at Beth expectantly. Elizabeth gulped nervous as she showed her drawing to her.
"It's nice! Is it of your family? I drew my pet dog." Susie smiled kindly and showed her drawing to Beth. "He's a cute puppy. I couldn't not draw him, y'know?"
Elizabeth nodded and sighed of relief internally. She thought that Susie would call her drawing weird or make fun of her for drawing her family instead of something else.
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"I... won??"
Elizabeth gasped in happiness and surprise as Miss Rosemary put the golden star on the right hand corner of the paper, right above Michael's head. Beth couldn't believe it. She actually... won.
"I thought Susie would win! Or Fritz! Or somebody else!" Elizabeth said quietly, staring at the teacher, as if expecting to hear 'I was forced to give it to you'.
Instead, Miss Rosemary gave her a warm hug and said, "Your drawing is beautiful and I'm sure your family will love it."
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