"Here, precious, wear this. It'll look so pretty on you." the mother said.
"No. It'll look nicer on you." the little girl argued.
"No, sweetheart, it's for you and only you. Don't ever take it off, you'll have bad dreams." the mother said. The mother took the necklace from the little girl's hand and put it on the little girl.
"B-But sleeping with it will hurt." the little girl stated.
"This one won't hurt." the mother stated. She was right, for the little girl wore it every day from then on with no pain.
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I barely manage to dodge his attack. This guy...his control over his powers is too good. Too amazing. He gets me in a corner and then tackles me.
"STOP! YOU WIN JUST STOP!" I scream.
"Yavara, have you forgotten? This is a death match. There is no stop." the fighting instructor states. He starts to fire up his abilities again, but then I realize this is just a dream. Wake up, wake up! He prepares to hit me, but just before he does, someone stops him.
"Stop. What're you doing, Rymin, are you really going to kill her for the title of the strongest fighter?" a woman says. M-Mavaro?!
"And who are you?" Rymin asks.
"Her mother. Now if you don't leave her alone, I'll squeeze your arm even harder so you lose all feeling in it. Then, the principal'll come and expel you for hurting a schoolmate, you wouldn't want that, would you? How ashamed your mother and Ana would be." Mavaro threatens, sounding extremely bored.
"What the? What's going on? Where am I?" Rymin questions. His eyes—they've changed. Instead of having green eyes, he had brown ones. Honey ones.
Then, I wake up. That was the weirdest dream ever. I hear my bedroom door open, and I turn my head to see who it is, which is sort of pointless because it's pitch black in my room.
"M-Mom?" I whisper. She puts a finger to her lip to hush me. Then, she points to Sofiyah. I give her a thumbs up and smile. She picks up Sofiyah and walks out of my room. I giggle a little. Can't wait to see what she'll do with her.
****6 hours later....
The morning comes and I freshen up, change, and head downstairs. The fighting competition is today and we plan to leave early. I watch Sofiyah poke at her pancake with her fork, clearly irritated.
"What happened to you?" I ask.
"She probably woke up on the wrong side of the b—" Sofiyah cuts mother off.
"CLOSET! THE WRONG SIDE OF THE CLOSET! BECAUSE YOU STUFFED ME IN THERE!" Sofiyah snaps.
"What're you even talking about?" Mother questions innocently.
"YOU STUFFED ME IN A CLOSET! YOU WITCH!" Sofiyah snaps again.
"Listen to yourself. Yesterday I could barely make it to my bedroom door, how much more actually go and stuff you in a closet?" Mother says.
"You know what? Forget it. At least I'm not scared of my own mother." Sofiyah remarks. Mother looks at her, confused.
"Why would I be scared of her? She's sick in bed with a cold." Mother states.
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Not What She Seems
FantasíaEveryone gets chills around the strongest person in the school. Especially the boys, since she's a girl and beat the strongest boy in school. Everyone is afraid of her. She always acts tough, threatens people when they pick fights, always trying to...
