Elleanor Scissorhands

Being the different light in Town

'You're not a weirdo,' Peyton exclaimed, 'just no one's seen someone like you in town for a while now, so it's okay.' 

'Thanks Peyt,' Elleanor said gratefully, at least she had one friend in this foreign world. She still wanted to explore it, even do what she had always wanted to. However, she wanted to find out about her past, who her mother was, and what she was like as a child....

'Ellsy,' Peyton called, 'Let's do some acro.' 

'Acro?' 

'Yes acrobatics' she said cheerfully, 'you know? Cartwheels Handstands?' 

'Um, not exactly.' 

'Well I'll show you,' and around she went, into a cartwheel, it looked quiet familiar, sounded familiar. Then she remembered.....

It was like a daydream, only felt real. Her father was watching her, as she attempted a cartwheel, however quite anxious about how she might land. Then she ran, ran and ran and ran until.....

'GAAAHHHH!' 

She blinked, her mind racing. She was about to remember something. Was it important? Or simply a memory.

'What happened?' Elleanor asked, running to Peyton, who was on the ground whimpering. 

'Oh nothing bad, I think I just sprained my ankle,' she said, her eyes were watery, this made them look as though they were made of glass, 'sorry, I didn't mean to, I just attempted to an aerial.' 

'What's an aerial?' She asked. 

'It's basically a no handed cartwheel,' she said. 

'Oh well that sounds fun,' she said, 'can I try?' 

'Um well it takes a lot of practise.'

'OK,' she said, okay? Did that mean that she had to take time to practise? She had no idea.....