Simple Talents

Chapter Eleven

Rannolia hated her new look, she despised every inch of it. She was a very strict short skirt, skinny body, perfect tan, wear pink when possible kind of girl; not a black haired, high-tops wearing, pale pimple face kind of girl; but she also knew that blending in would be no issue. She walked until she found a spot deep enough in the boundary wood where she could sit and rest for a moment.

"God, I am so screwed. Where the hell am I gonna go?" she said to the silent forest, "It's not like I can leave, it's too dangerous out there... but if I go back, it might be worse; and it's not like I can stay here, someone will find me! And... I don't know anyone anywhere else anyway..." except for my family... she argued herself in her mind, they'll just send me right back! They don't even want me anyway! But, they're also my only option... she threw her face into her hands and cried in a defeated whine,

"Why me? Why? WHY!? I may not be the nicest person ever, but that doesn't mean that I deserve this!" she wept and whined until it must have been noon, when her stomach began to rumble in protest of its non-existent breakfast and not-yet-found lunch. Wiping away her tears, she looked for something to turn into food; she looked around the tree she had found to cry under and discovered several nuts that she painstakingly turned into a PB&J sandwich, the best of a weakened, emotionally distraught teenager. She sniffled at her pathetic meal, but ate it.

What am I going to do? She wondered as she chewed, they must have recognized that she was gone by now... soon search parties would be sent through the woods including the bird people above, the vampires sniffing her out, and a mass of other talented people and things all searching for little MIA Rannolia. She had to move. How long will I last? How long can I last? I can't cover my scent right now, I don't have enough strength to cover my smell and change my shape... She changed back into herself to mask her scent and then sat again. Where to go, where to go? Where the hell can I go? Her mind was in a rut. Just as she began to weep again, she heard calls winding through the forest, without a plan and fear coursing through her veins, she searched for a quick escape... All she saw were trees...

She looked to a large oak behind and got her idea.

Quickly, she turned the inside of a tree nearby to water, and the thick bark into a door. "God, this better work..." she entered the tree as the water flooded out, closing the door behind her and turning it again into bark, her phone quickly became a drill; she put two holes in the bark, one at the bottom, another near her face. What little water was left she fashioned into a bench, and let what remained drain out, then she sat, and rested, cell phone now back to it's original format and clung to her chest.

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"Yo, Ami, are you coming out to help the search party?" Ami sat on her bunk, staring at the mirror below her, something was... off. "Ami? Come on! We can't let that stupid, pompous, S-O-B get away!" Ami hopped down from her bunk, and walked to the stand-up mirror, pushing the ranting Theonda gently aside... her hair was... normal.

Theonda gave Ami a look of inconveniency and stepped back up to the mirror where she continued to fix the feathers on one of her wings.

"My hair... it's..." Theonda finished her sentence and pushed back Ami again as she tried to get in her way.

"Blond, I get it, you dyed it again... whoopdie do, on the other hand, one of my wings has been very troublesome, without my re-ruffle of this thing properly, I won't be able to fly over the boundary wood today... get dressed! I thought you would have wanted to come and find the bitch who not only miscoloured your hair in the first place, but also almost killed two of your friends by 'accident'" she did air quotations to emphasize her disbelief, though her wings didn't really allow it, it came out more like a small flap, "Like anything she does is ever an accident." Ami pushed Theonda a little more forcefully away,