It was her secret to keep. Hers only. But she couldn't help boasting about it at school. Her friends would demand proof. And then she would try to cover it up. She would be distracted all the time. Giving no time to her friends. Until her friends fi...
Evena was quiet. Cherry and Zemma had left for the festival. The Lake Dance was to start 2 hours later. Evena looked forward to the Blue Moon festival all year. But she couldn't go. Not yet.
Cherry had listened to Evena's problems. Then she had left, promising to help her. Cherry had left a piece of paper with a tiny stubby pencil behind. She knew what was best for her friend.
Evena was in Zemma's house, and she looked across Zemma's room she saw the dress Evena was supposed to wear hanging on the door which was closed. Evena angrily got up, and with a fresh flame of frustration she shoved the dress inside, before a wave of calmness washed over her and she realised it was Zemma's work.
She took it out and flattened the creases. Evena hung it back up and went back to her drawing. Evena ran a hand through her deep blue hair and finished her drawing.
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It looked like Cherry in some ways. Evena sighed and looked up at the white roof. "I'm sorry mum, for not being sorry," she whispered and closed her eyes.
(3 hours later)
Evena woke up with a jolt. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her hair was messy and sprawled all over the soft daisy petals, which were Zemma's pillows. The tea Zemma had given her was still full and cold. Her clothes were wrinkled, and she could feel the ghost of the blood running down her legs, even though it was healed.
Evena looked at the clock, there was still 2 hours left of the Lake Dance. Sweat hugged the back of her neck and she still had the disgusting odour of the creek water. Evena pushed her worries aside and hopped in to the Flower.
The Flower was the pixie kind of shower. All you had to do was stand under the warm running water and the flower's cleaned you. Nothing to worry about. Evena hopped in, removing her clothes and let the soft flower's do the rest.
They scrubbed soap over her body with Lavender, Rose and Bush Iris scrubs and then her hair. In the end the flower's applied a thick coat of coconut lotion and rubbed scented oil in to her skin when she and her hair were dry.
