Your average smile cure story where our main character isn't always the bravest and she'll have to work up her nerves, when becoming a magical girl due to unfortunate events. it's up to the hero-whom doesn't have a name yet for some odd reason. But...
“Mom… you're embarrassing, I'll be fine, after all I won't be out for too long. I want to get you and dad's anniversary present before I'm out of the picture, in six years… but I'll be fine!” Mother continued to pull her hair ribbons tighter and hold her dearest daughter close. The latter had a purple hue over her eyes, and she grumbled assertively. Today was the day but now it'd be too late, what if she had to introduce herself to the crowd. Middle school was just around the corner of starting again and she'd be graduating after her last year. “No,” her mother replied with a firm tug causing the protagonist to reach up and grab her hair only for her hand to be slapped away. She'd stare forth, at the windows outside and particularly at the neighbors field of golden buttercups. They glistened in the sun, while her mother went on, “Keep your head straight… I'm almost done. You're just worrying too much about me, worry about you–why… I think you're nearing an opportunity.”
“Opportunity? Like what? It's not an opportunity… just some boring school and even ruder people, they'll eat me alive on my second year, cause at least in the first we were all new.” her head slumped and she pouted softly, this wasn't her day, that's the thought… and she looked at their leaking ceiling. Mother didn't appear to be worried. “I'm leaving… I'll be late if we stay any longer.” The protagonist stood up and prodded her orangish hazel hair and picked up her ponytail, holding it's curls over hair face and pulling the nappy lumps apart as she flicked a glance at her mother. “I didn't say your hair wouldn't be nappy anymore. Remember you wanted it to be fast, not good. Go on, before it gets too late.” The protagonist sighed and swiped her bag from the coat rack, getting her cardigan and she stepped forth. “I'll be back.”
Her mother's gaze stiffened, “Aren't you forgetting something? It's important for you not to, hmm, you don't want to spend the night in the cold and tortuous night do you–” Her mother went on dramatically, “I'm getting my keys!” She grabbed those off the hook as well and finally going out the door with a resounding slam. The wood creaking and she gazed at her brown skin in it's reflection on the water puddles that drooled down the stairs and she stepped over it, not wanting to hear her mother's scolding about the school shoes getting dirty or scuffed up this early in the year. It was after spring break, nothing to miss, nor lose. Just when stepping down and starting down the pathway she'd notice the flowers shifting around in her neighbors garden. “What is that?” Her eyes turned to glance at the moving buttercups and her head peered left than right, slowly stepping from the stairs, down and jumping into the soft dirt. It made her knees wobble a little bit but she slowly got off of the grass and her heels ached, wobbled, and shook around while trailing towards the flowers and being careful not to step on them.
“I'll just take a look…” Her hands slowly grazed on the orange flowers and her hands reflected their golden hue throughout the grasping, disturbing the flow of the flowers shifting in the breeze and bending her knees to peer at the dirt. It looked normal till she saw this lumpy puppy that appeared to be limp, her eyes slowly slanted and her fingers brushed down the flower steams. Further and furthering themselves lower, and lower until she felt the dirt that printed itself with her fingertips sign while she gazed accordingly, her eyes then widened and a orange tail with a little star shape on the end began to wag a little bit.
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“Waa!-” The creature wailed and the area around them went to a flashing pause as our protagonist froze up and was engulfed in the golden rays, her hand pushing itself further through the circling spiral of orange and yellow lights flashing around accordingly as her eyes were dizzily swishing. It was disorientation and the girl slumped, reaching for a twig before it smapped. A quick jolting pain went through her hand and it was believed that she cut her hand, but there was no blood. Only a scratch that quickly faded. Her nose tickled and burned and looking to her left there was a large tower that was wrapped in vines with bright red flowers and a yellow center, she could see the seeds twirling, swirling, and spinning throughout the air only to crack open to reveal new flower sprouts.
“Hey!” The little creature groaned, “No grabbing onto the royalty!” the small dog walked up to the girl's nose which she quickly caught, holding onto it tightly and slightly gulping. Her fingers were twiddling and she was filled with excitement, “Fairies are real! You're a fairy! Aren't you…?” She snapped back and her hair slightly bounced when her head tilted only popping out her lips while sitting down in her school uniform, smiling softly and her eyes appeared to narrow downward. “Such a prosperous assumption! I'm a pixie! A canine one… you're lucky to even meet me, actually,” The dog crossed its arms. And their cheeks turn red. “Yes you are! Yes you are! Yes you are!” She hopped in the hill of flowers, causing glitter to form beneath their feet and splash into the air with the swirling seeds as the girl gasped a little bit.
“I'm sorry… I'm lucky then-” Her eyes averted downward and she shook her head side to side when considering the following, the dog stomped forward. Only appeared to be annoyed but then the girl got on her wobbling feet. She was in a field of flowers but where was her house but the feeling of her head being weightless was still there, “Nnghn…” she stepped forward. Her eyes narrowed and the girl sighed a bit to herself. Hearing feint voices going on in the indistinguishable chatter that swirled all-around space made her more nauseous, after a minute of walking she saw a carriage going by her. “Alright…” She blinked a bit, but something told her to run after the covered up carriage that was being pulled by horses made out of glass, the horses looked so delicate and she could see herself and the elegant flowers staining the clear glass.
