Elleanor Scissorhands

The Past Time

'Wow, this is amazing,' Peyton exclaimed, as they climbed into bed, this seemed quite unusual for the two of them; particularly Elleanor. 'I've never really had a sleepover, did you know that?' 

'No, I didn't really,' Elleanor replied, in shock, did humans ever have sleepovers? What is a sleepover? 

'Alright,' Winonya called out, 'since you're 16 now Peyton, I would think you are responsible enough for a sleepover.' 

'Oh, yeah,' Peyton realised something then said, 'it's really a difference isn't it? That this is my first ever sleepover, and I'm having it with Elleanor.' 

'Well then,' she called back, 'you two can stay up for however long you want, just be asleep by one o'clock, also help yourself to some ice cream or lollies or chocolate okay, Goodnight.' 

'Goodnight,' they both called out, then Peyton turned to Elleanor, 'I just wanted to ask you a few questions.' 

'Um, okay?' 

'Well, then do you know who your mother was?' 

'Mother?' Elleanor repeated, this did sound familiar, did her father say anything about her?

'Well, I don't know,' she replied.

'Come on, everyone has a mother, you know? Mum?' 

'But I can't remember,' Elleanor wailed, this sounded panicky, 'I remember today, and yesterday, and the day before that, but I can't exactly remember the past like 26 years ago.' 

'Hmm,' Peyton contemplated  this for a moment, then replied, 'did you get hit in the head? Or you simply don't remember?' 

'I guess I simply don't remember,' she answered quietly. 

'Well, at least you're in the right place,' Peyton said relieved, 'my grand-mother knows your father.' 

'Really?' She answered back, excitement rising through her again, she can tell her what her father was like, and may know about where he might be.... 

'Alright,' Peyton yawned, snapping her out of her thoughts, 'I think we should get to sleep, don't you think? And then we can piece it all together in the morning.'