At 7:55, Annie heard an unusual sound outside her house. It was the ringing of a bus bell, mixed with the sound of an airplane. Then, a loud voice boomed, "Annieeee Zeraya!!!" It was a wild, Tarzan-like mountaineer voice.
Annie: Who the fuck is calling me?
She cursed as she got up, her backpack already slung over her shoulder. Then she realized something.
Annie: Oh hell no, that ain't my bus driver!
She said as she went outside and saw a mini jet parked in front of the house. A 7-foot-tall, fat ginger elf wearing leprechaun clothes was operating the jet.
Annie: Shit...
Annie cursed, unable to believe her eyes.
The ginger elf smiled at Annie.
Bell: I didn't know leprechauns could get diabetes.
Bell said, cackling inside Annie's mind.
Annie's mind: Shut up, you old hag...
The leprechaun ginger noticed Annie's stunned face at his appearance. He took a sip of beer near his piloting area, and suddenly, his fat vanished, transforming him into a handsome, cute 7-foot-tall leprechaun.
Bell: Never mind, he's kinda cute...
Bell said, shocked by the transformation.
Annie's mind: Oh my gosh... Fuck you, old hag...
Bell: I may be old, but I'm pretty 😍
Bell said in a mean girl tone as Annie rolled her eyes.
The leprechaun scoffed, his voice now that of a young Irish man. "The name is Cleo, your bus driver and your teacher for the normal classes."
Cleo smiled as he welcomed Annie into the jet. Annie gulped nervously and stepped inside, marveling at the luxurious interior. The seats were plush and comfortable, the walls adorned with intricate magical symbols that glowed faintly.
Annie: This is... amazing.
She said, still in awe. She had never seen anything like it before.
Cleo: Aye, it's not every day you get to ride in a magical jet. Consider yourself lucky, lass.
He said with a charming smile. As Annie took her seat, she noticed other students were already inside, chatting excitedly about their magical classes.
Bell: Look at them, already making friends.
Bell said with a hint of sarcasm.
Annie is finally meeting her classmates ahhhhefagahaffa!!!!
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Annie and my magical doll (adventure)
FantasyAnnie, a mature and friendless 13-year-old, originally lived in the bustling chaos of New York City, where she was an outcast at school and a target for relentless bullies. Her family life was equally challenging. Her father abandoned her before she...