Love, Me

Lips Red As Rose, Hair Black As Ebony, Skin White As Snow

Luna awoke in a strange place with a wicked headache. She slowly tried to stand up, but fell back down on her butt. Speaking of injuries, she had a huge cut down her arm. She looked on both sides of her. On the left sat a big mound of dirt. On the right Daisy laid down. She slowly turned herself around. There lay her mom. Suddenly, Luna heard a huge moan, and swiveled, only to find Daisy, who was massaging her legs.

"Daisy! You're okay!" Luna exclaimed. "Also, do you know where we are?"

"Nope. Do you?" Daisy asked.

"I think I have a clue." said a familiar voice.

"Mom!" Luna jumped, and threw her arms around her mom.

"Where are we, Charlotte?" Daisy asked.

"Well, look over there. Maybe someone's home." Luna's mom suggested, pointing above green trees. There was a glimpse of a wooden roof.

"Should we go and ask?" Luna asked, wobbling up. All three nodded.

"Luna, what's that on your wrist?" Daisy asked. Daisy grasped her arm, and revealed the bleeding cut. "LUNA!" Daisy screamed. Charlotte ripped off the sleeves of her shirt and tied them around Luna's wrist.

"Two things, one, that should stop the infection. Two, tell us if you're hurt. That goes for all of us." Luna's mom said strictly. Quietly, the women scurried to the roof, with a smoking chimney. Luna's mom slowly took a step forward on the stone stairs. She knocked on the oak door and waited. Suddenly, a old woman threw the door open.

"Hello!" She said, cheerfully. She wore a dress with a yellow bottom and blue top, with puffy sleeves with red slits. She had midnight colored hair, red lips, snow like skin, and brown eyes.

"Uh... Hi." Luna replied.

"Come in, quickly." The woman said, seriously now. She led the trio in and slammed the door behind her. She walked off into a large room. Luna looked at Daisy and her mom. They both seemed a little on edge with this woman.

"I don't think we should trust her." Daisy and Luna's mom said at the exact same time.

"Guys, isn't it obvious? We can trust her, she's-" Luna started. The woman came back with three dresses. She passed a blue one to Luna, a pink one to Daisy, and a green one to Charlotte, Luna's mom. She then passed them heels and bags.

"Come to me, when you're ready for hair." She said perkily. "My name's Sylvia Whitney, by the way." Luna nodded and headed to the restroom, in which she already knew where it was. Daisy followed her, and grabbed her arm once they were out of earshot.

"Hey, do you know this lady?" Daisy asked. Luna shook her head back and forth.

"Not personally, no." she replied. "Why?"

"You know where her bathroom is, not freaked out about her dress and stuff. I think she's a little loco." Daisy whispered.

"You seriously can't see it?" Luna asked, serious now. Daisy shook her head.

"Lips red as rose. Hair black as ebony. Skin as white as snow. And the dress. Also, have you even had a glance upstairs. Seven beds, sneezy, sleepy, happy, doc, grumpy, dopey, and bashful Sylvia Whitney. S. W." Luna exclaimed. "I don't know why I'm not freaking out, it just seems normal, now. She's Snow White!"