short stories, sketches, and rants

Ashoka Mitchel

So most of you probably have no idea who this is. Well, I made a new character wielding a miraculous. Whether I use her in a different story or not, I haven't decided yet. But she's currently just in an rp. But here's her story, I hope you like it.

   The little girl with black and silver hair and purple eyes races through the orphanage, clutching a blue leather notebook to her chest. Tears stream down her face as she runs, every once in awhile glancing back behind her. The pounding of feet follows her closely and she speeds up, pushing her small legs as fast as possible. She sees the Headmistress and hides behind her, one small hand clutching her skirt while the other holds the book close to her chest.

   "Ashoka!" The headmistress says, shock showing in her kind brown eyes. Three boys stop in front of the headmistress. "Headmistress Amethyst, she stole my book!" The leader of the boys says confidently, a sly look in his eyes despite the fake expression of sadness on his face. Amethyst turns and picks Ashoka up, looking at the trembling little girl in her arms. She spots a few bruises on the little girl's arms.

   "Ashoka, what happened sweetie?" She says softly, knowing the little girl was probably bullied again. "H-he took my m-mom's book and then he shoved me so I k-kicked him so he would let g-go of it and then r-ran away with the b-book." Amethyst nods and looks at the boys with scorn. "Ganging up on a girl who is three years younger than you is unacceptable! Now you are going to go clean up your rooms and the bathrooms or your punishment will be worse, am I clear?"

   The boys nod and mumble "Yes Headmistress" before slumping away to do their chores. Amethyst sighs and walks to her office with the shaking girl in her arms. She opens the door and finds a lady waiting inside patiently. "I'm sorry I'm late, there was some boys that needed to be dealt with." The blonde lady smiles and says "it's alright, I was happy to wait." Amethyst smiles and sits down in her chair, Ashoka sitting on her knee with her have shyly turned away.

   "Who's this little angel?" The lady asks, a smile on her face. Amethyst smiles and says "This is Ashoka. We got her when she was just one." The lady smiles and nods. "So can I visit a few times to see what little girl I want to adopt? I see you don't have very many." Amethyst nods and writes it down on a sheet of paper next to the woman's name and number. "Of course you can Willowa. I know you are busy, my sister works in the police field of work herself."

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   For the next week, the lady named Willowa visited the orphanage. She would talk and play with each little girl but was always drawn to Ashoka. Ashoka herself started opening up to Willowa and the two naturally bonded. It was the end of the week now and the two were sitting in the office, signing papers. Ashoka sits on Willowa's leg, one hand holding her small bag of thinks while the other holds a gift tightly in her fist.

   "I think that's it. Now remember, don't open that gift until your 19th birthday. It's very special." Ashoka nods and says "okay." Willowa scoops up Ashoka before standing and smiling at Amethyst. "Thank you so much." Ashoka hides against Willowa's shoulder. The pair says their last goodbyes and walk out together.