Dreamer by nincondemius |  |
Myora stared at her mirror. She saw what she saw each day.
Each hour. Each minute she gazed into the mirror at her reflection. She saw a
royally dressed Aisha, her long indigo skirts flowing like rivers of silk on the
floor. Her tall hat was tapered at the top, with translucent bluish silk attached
to the tip. Her hair was orange and curly, and her skin a fine shade of pink.
Myora was used to seeing such things in her mirror, as much as she was used to
living in a palace that everyone envied or having servants waiting on her, hand
and foot. Myora could not go outside without tall, muscular guards surrounding
her or even out to the garden without informing Cook or Butler. The Aisha felt
trapped, as if she was forever stuck as being a small child, who needed everyone
to help them do everything from walking to eating. I'm not a baby, Myora
thought every time a servant waited on her. Yes, but you are a Princess.
Tears soon arose to Myora's perfect crescent-shaped
eyes which were constantly praised and admired. She quickly brushed them away
with a swipe of one of the newly hemmed hankies Maid had sewn for her little
over a day ago. Everyone, especially Father, would have a fit if there was a
single stain on Myora's dress. Although she had plenty more, Myora knew what
Father would say if he saw 'Princess' behaving in such a manner. A Princess
simply isn't supposed to behave this way. Leave that up to the commoners,
Myora heard Father's stern voice say in her head. But what if I want to be
a commoner? Myora thought to herself. She quickly shook the thought away
and turned to look at her small golden-leafed clock. It was already 8:34! Father
would have a fit if Myora wasn't on time for breakfast, especially when she
had 'silly' thoughts floating around in her head.
"Myora! Where in heaven's name have you been?"
Mother looked at Myora, her usually warm brown eyes looking cold as she scolded.
She was sitting at her usual place on the long dining table that the family
owned.
"Just upstairs. Sorry Mother," Myora said all
of this looking at her feet. It would show disrespect to argue or to look her
mother in her face while she apologized, Myora knew. Mother was very big on
discipline.
"Where's Father?" Myora scanned the long table,
but didn't see her father's familiar face.
"He's off on another one of his expeditions,
this time to Faerieland. Fyora herself summoned him," Mother seemed very proud
of the last statement. "Now stop talking and eat your food," Mother's face grew
cold again. It seemed as if she couldn't be a normal mother for longer than
a couple minutes before she turned into Your Highness, The Queen, Myora observed.
Yuck! Why can't I eat normal foods like every
other kid in Neopia? Myora thought as she looked at the dining table laden
with veggie sausage, seaweed Flotsam burgers, and a variety of other disgusting
looking health food. Father and Mother were nuts about healthy diets, so all
that they ate and fed Myora was health food. She cringed as she thought of all
the times when all she had in her lunch bag was a large ball of lettuce and
a glass of fresh Kau Kau Milk, and everyone else in her school was eating delicious
Super Sour Shocker Chia Pops and sipping Mega Wild Chocomato Smoothies. But
that was when Myora went to a public school. Now Myora went to The Prestigious
Academy for Filthy-Rich Boys and Girls where practically everyone was either
princess or a prince and wore fancy clothes with their noses high up in the
air. Myora groaned as she remembered that she had forgotten do do her homework
for history class. She was to write a paper on the best looking shoes in all
of Neopia. The Aisha began to her old public school, where everything was real
and not so stuck-up.
Myora quickly headed upstairs. She was going
to grab her wonderful suede book bag and then walk to school with some of the
neighbors who also went to The Prestigious Academy for Filthy-Rich Boys and
Girls, which was practically everyone in Myora's neighborhood. Myora sighed
as she walked up her carpeted stairs. Yippee! Its going to be absolutely spectacular
day at my absolutely spectacular school! The Aisha said to herself sarcastically.
She looked out her window as soon as she reached her plush, velvety and overdone
room. She saw a small group of strangers, on the opposite side of where Myora's
classmates stood waiting for her. They weren't richly dressed in fancy clothes,
they simply wore tee shirts and pants. Their noses weren't high up in the air,
they were eye level and low. Myora almost gasped. They went to a public school.
Myora had to refrain from calling out, "Hey
wait for me, I'm coming, too!" because a devious plan simmered in her head once
she saw her mother head out of the door for her daily shopping trip. All the
Aisha had to do is slip out of the house through her window, maybe with that
old yellow Mortog T-shirt on in place of her long indigo gown, and sneak off
with the other public school kids. For at least one day in her life, Myora wouldn't
be Princess, she'd be normal.
"Hey guys, wait up for me!" called Myora once
she snuck out of her window. The edge of her shirt had gotten caught on her
window, and now the Mortog on the Aisha's shirt had part of its right foot ripped
off. Ordinarily, Myora would've rushed back into her room, and put on on something
else, but she didn't want to miss the chance of being a normal Neopet.
The group of public-school goers turned around
to stare at her. They consisted of two Pteris, one Kougra, a Kyrii and a Korbat.
They looked at her quizzically, because they had never seen her before. The
Pteris, jumping up and down around her, were the first to speak.
"Hi, I'm Tweet," began the yellow one.
"And I'm Toot," finished the red one of the
two.
"Who are--" Tweet started.
"You?" Toot finished.
"Me? I'm umm -- I'm," Myora didn't want to say
who she was for fear that the group would send her away once they heard that
she was a Princess.
"You must be one of those rich, fancy Princesses
that live up the hill. We don't need the like of you and you're fanciness polluting
our air. Come on, guys." The Korbat, turning away from Myora, spit on the sidewalk
for effect. Myora knew that she meant business. The Aisha began to turn away,
her head hanging low. So much for a normal life, she thought.
"Come back! Jodie didn't mean anything. She's
just being a sourpuss! So you're a Princess? I guess you'll be needing a friend.
My name's Cassandra," the Kyrii said, taking one of Myora's hands, and the Kougra
grabbed the other, and before Myora knew it she had arrived at school.
The day started out like any day at Myora's
usual school, sans snooty, however. The teacher took attendance, talked a little,
gave the children some reading to do as well as some homework, and then the
bell would ring signaling a switch to another class. Myora was hardly noticed
at all. She was just another face in the crowd, another voice in the class,
just another kid. Nobody even called her Princess once. She was just Myora,
the new girl. The Aisha had told her new friends not to tell anyone about her
being a Princess. She knew something awful would happen if anyone knew who she
really was.
"Hey guys!" The lunch bell had rung, and Myora
sat down to eat with her new friends. She sat down between Tweet and Kevin,
the Kougra who she had met earlier in the morning. Toot and Cassandra sat across
from the three, and soon a conversation sparked between the five.
"Ooh, Ms. Fancy Pants. Food at a regular school
ain't good enough for you, eh?" Jodie, surrounded by a group of laughing friends,
disrupted the conversation.
"Why don't you go back to Princess school, and
leave us alone!" Jodie continued, raising a riot of laughing students in the
cafeteria.
Tears sprung quickly into Myora's eyes. Although
she tried not to cry, they soon began to fall down her cheek. She rose quickly
from the lunch table, shouting, "What do you know? Nothing! Nothing at all!
So just leave me alone!" She fled out of the large metal cafeteria doors, running
till she reached a quiet spot in the trees where she could cry alone.
"Hey!" It was Jodie's voice. Probably here
to laugh at me again, thought Myora. She turned her face away from the Korbat.
"I know how you feel, I really do."
"How could you possibly know anything? You're
just a mean, arrogant, rude bully!" Myora's voice rose to a yell. How dare that
Korbat have the nerve to come up to me and tell me that she knows, when she
just made fun of me!
"Lay up on the insults, will ya? I'm trying
to tell you something." Jodie sat on the ground beside Myora.
"See, I too ran away like you did. Except I
ran away from the streets. I lived there all my life, so I was raised to be
cold and mean, as if this whole world belonged to me. But you have no reason
to run away. You are a Princess with the finest clothes and jewelry. You have
what every single girl dreams of!" Jodie stared into Myora's bleary eyes.
"You have a family that loves you and well,
I think that you should reconsider being a normal person," Jodie finished and
looked at the ground.
Myora stared at Jodie. She's really trying
to help me, she realized. "How about you come home with me and have a nice,
hot cup of Borovan?" she said with a grin.
"Sure."
The End
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