~The Shy and The Stubborn~ (the santa clause)

Chapter 1 : Justice over Justice

Shy.

That's all she was known as.

That one shy, clumsy and pretty much mute elf which no one had any interest in talking to.

Justice didn't mind though, she liked keeping to herself. That's why she was put into the letter's department, the place a few select elves would work to make sure each and every child's letter to Santa is individually read carefully and responded to with love and detail depending on the child. Of course, that wasn't where the work for the writers stopped, they were also used for writing letters for elves who didn't have the time or were unsure of how to put something into words. Justice had written enough letters to have the ability to write like a professional author. The girl had permanent callouses on her fingers from the typewriter she'd use for almost twelve hours a day, not that it affected her ability, she was rather used to it. And the few people she worked with, they were the only one's she was able to talk to. There was five of them, making for a total of six writer elves, just enough with their amazing skills. Little did the shy elf Justice know, she would be opening up to more people than she anticipated....

"Ok, I'm gonna need you to write up an official list of supplies we need and have it delivered to the delivery room please," The head of Painting department explained to Justice, the girl nodding as she adjusted the papers in her arms so they wouldn't slip.
"We need some more acrylic paint, extra white thank you. New brushes, the non-frayed ones if you'll please. And for god's sake, make sure they don't send us the ones with the fat handles, last time they did that our painters with small hands truly did suffer. Um, we're also gonna need some more spray paint cans, ten cans per colour and yes, every colour. If I think of anything else, I'll let you know," The woman explained, Justice nodding once more as she did a retake through her thoughts. 

It was known that writer elves had amazing memories, that was how they got their listing down (another job I forgot to mention). 

Once the girl gathered her thoughts, she began her way through the busy factory, keeping a tight hold of her papers as she bumped into a few odd elves. Justice was fairly aware of her clumsiness, but that didn't exactly stop her from the habits in which caused it. That was why she wasn't making it back to her office without causing a little bit of ruckus whether she liked it or not. Unaware of the fact that her shoelace was untied, the girl continued at a speed walk, hoping to avoid contact as she kept her eyes to the ground. That, however, was a big mistake. Upon looking up for a split second, she noticed she was about to run into an elf carrying a large stack of woodwork materials. So, as a natural reflex, she swerved, only to trip on her shoelace and fall into another elf. This triggered a chain reaction and sent a bunch of other elves tumbling down like dominoes. Within ten seconds half of the woodwork department had been taken off of their feet, and with commotion came attention.

"What in the world is going on here?" A slightly irritated voice asked, one which every elf in the factory could identify as the head elf, Bernard's.

Justice always got extremely anxious when it came to confrontation with someone as high up as him, so she always liked to avoid having to speak with Bernard or Santa Clause or even Curtis, the second in command. 

"It was her! The klutz with the papers!" The first elf Justice had knocked over shouted as he pointed at the girl, everyone including Bernard turning their heads to look at her. 

Justice felt her heart begin to speed up and her face heat a little. Sure, she was embarrassed, but the girl was more worried about getting out of their rather than for her own dignity. Without saying a word, Justice quickly leaped to her feet and booked it right out of there, praying that's she'd make it back to her office without being clumsier than she already had been.