Heathens and Angels
OnePt2-Off to School
Part one: @forgottensouls
STILL WINTER POV
Up in the tip-top of the mansion was Winter’s room. It was a beautiful room, with marbled floors with ornate silver swirls, sea-glass walls, crystal windows, and soaring, arched ceilings, at which the top of hung an aqua colored light.
Her bed was tucked in the corner, lace canopy above it. Her closet was huge, full of daily dresses, elaborate gowns, glass slippers, cloaks, and anything else Winter might ever want or need.
Winter sat on her bed in a little ball and rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…
She awoke to her mother calling her to dinner. Winter hurried down the steps and to the crystallized glass table laid with heaps of steaming food and sparkling drinks.
“So, who wants to share about their day first?” Winter’s father asked. He was a jolly man with a little brown beard and brown hair slicked over to one side.
“I will!” Cooper, Winter’s little brother volunteered. He was a miniature Winter, only with short, curly hair, a rounder face, and caramel eyes like their father.
“Well, I went with Ethan to catch some fish at Vale Stream, but the Evil old lady caught us and tried to beat us with her stick-”
The doorbell rang. Winter leapt up to see the little mail carriage driving away. She flurried out the door and down the driveway, threw open the brick mailbox, and pulled out the stack of letters.
She rifled through them, tossing the ones she didn’t need upon the freshly-cut cyan grass. And there it was. In swirly writing addressed to her. With a squeak, Winter rushed back inside and up to her room, ignoring the indignant calls of her family.
She ripped open the light purple envelope and read aloud: “Dear Miss Winter of Maidenvale, I, Professor Dovey, am pleased to accept you to the School for Good Enlightenment and Enchantment. Enclosed is the supply list, along with your Flowerground ticket. Books, clothes, and schedules will be provided upon arrival. We look forward to seeing you!”
With another little squeak, Winter ran to her closet and pulled out a Gillikin mahogany trunk, engraved in gold with WEC, for Winter Elizabeth Charming, for she was from the prince’s side of Cinderella’s story.
The truck was already packed with everything she would need, from books to alpaca kneesocks to a self-affirming magic mirror. And so Winter laid down on her bed, closed her eyes, smiled, and waited for the next night.
Winter stayed in her room on November 11th, getting ready for the journey she would face. She washed up, did her hair, nails, makeup, and dressed in a silvery floaty gown with a warm aqua cape. She wore her aqua flats still, and put on some white stockings to balance it all off.
When nightfall arrived, Winter lugged her Gillikin trunk downstairs, gave her mother, father, and Cooper a kiss, and headed outside to call the Flowerground.
“Um… Flowerground, please?” She said nervously.
A little orange pumpkin burrowed up from the dirt and a smart-looking mustached caterpillar in a purple tuxedo crabbed, “Ticket!”
Winter handed it to him, and bright green vines shot out of the pumpkin and ****** her in. She flew through a whirl of color and then saw the most amazing thing she had ever laid eyes on- The Flowerground. Happy green lizards carried trays of pistachio muffins with their tails, and squawking green parrots handed out cucumber juice. Winter inhaled the nutty muffin in one bite and washed it down with the tart juice. She looked up to see a sign labeled ‘Arborea Line.’ Just then, the green vines flung her off, and she plummeted towards the snapping fly-traps below.
Blue vines caught her and whisked her upward. Now the sign read ‘Hibiscus Line,’ and cheerful blue lizards handed her blueberry scones while chirping bluebirds offered her berry fruit juice. Winter politely declined.
And then, she began to go up, up, up in another whirl of color, and found herself, with her trunk, in a meadow.
She looked up. Glittering pink and blue spires impaled cotton-candy mist above, and three fairies chattered along to help her- pouring her cups of honeybush tea, brushing her of dirt, and beginning to lead her to the mirrored gates.
Winter smiled. She had made it.
-THE TAG LIST-
@ladylesso2 yes you can use Winter in your story!
HOPE YOU LIKED THE STORY SO FAR!
Wow! I really like this chapter and I’ll definitely read the first part and Winter’s bio… Looking forward to part 3 🙂
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