My Ranking Points
Prologue of my RP, decided to start it today 🙂 it’ll be from Stacys POV, since shes one of the main characters, but i havent posted her bio yet sooo, yea//
Stacy frowned as her little sister Anemone gently kissed HER kittens forehead, whispering in the cats ears. She sat up and glared at her sister, jealous. Well, ok, she wasn’t jealous, she just had the need to stand out and be unique. Everything she did, just had to be done only by her and noone else. So as her sister, just like her, kissed her kitten Honey, Stacy growled at her and shooed her away from Honey. “She probably wants to be alone,” she lied. “See?” Stacy pointed out Honeys tail, which was flicking slightly. Her sister nodded and slowly walked away, a little sad. This was the problem, everyone hated Stacy. They thought she was a mean, scary, selfish and bossy sister. It wasn’t true though. She tried to be nice, to show everyone her true self and express her real feelings, but by now the only thing she was good at was making a mess of things and living up to the stupid reputation. Stacy sighed and ignored her watery eyes, trying to hide any emotion from anyone around her. She stomped across her creaky floor, the floorboards moaning and heaving under her weight. And she left the room to exit her small little home. She then gathered the ruffles of her skirt in her hands and began to run into the woods behind her so called ‘home.’ Besides, it wasn’t like anyone ever noticed her disappearence the past few times she rushed away. She ran her sleeves across her face to clear away her tears, determined not to cry like a weak little baby. No, she wouldnt ever cry; instead she’d learn to be strong. She slowed her pace to a slow walk, listening to birds singing around her. Suddenly her heart plummeted to her stomach and she fell to her knees, crying. So much for being strong, she thought. She tore at her skirt in anger and frusteration, feeling alone in the small world around her. As she curled her hands into a fist, she heard crumbling and felt a small slip of paper in her hand. “What’s this,” she wondered aloud. She stopped weeping and unfurled her fist. A ticket. She brought it closer to her face, until finally she could make out a few words. ”’Dearest Stacy of Maidenville; we are happy to inform you that you have been accepted into the SCHOOL FOR GOOD. Your ticket shall arive not s moment to soon –tomorrow,darling– so please pack your backs princess, and don’t lose your flowerpass! We can’t wait to see you in two days time! ~Sincerely, Dean Dovey, and Dean Sophie”’ Stacy choked and quickly folded it into her pocket. It must’ve been a mistake, sent to the wrong person, maybe blown away in the wind. Stacy wasn’t a princess! Her mother was a housemaid in Camelot, and her father a soldier in Rainbowvale. She and her sister were all by themselves, Anemone NEEDED her there to survive! Stacy choked on a lump in her throat and was thrown into a coughing fit. Finally her throat cleared and she gained control of herself. A mistake, it was just a mistake. She mustered a small smile and laughed to herself. Then she slowly pulled out the slip of paper and searched for a name, a name to whom it belonged to. Because she knew it wasn’t her, she was a mean, sneaky and devious person anyway, so even if it was for her it should have said the school for evil. Her sharp blue eyes skimmed through each word, looking for a name. Just as she was about to give up and throw it away, she found it. A name. She drank each letter in the name, her eyes growing wider and wider. Because it wasn’t a mistake, and the paper was for her. “Stacy, it says… Stacy,” she whispered in despair. “Stacy…”
@fairestofthemall you type in : mrgreen : but no spaces, so that you get… a green smiley face!