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“A small town can’t hold onto small dreamers…Can it?” She asked the small cat in her lap. The grey almost bluish cat was lounging lazily before it meowed.
“I guess you’re right. It can.”
The girl was sitting on a tree, her leg dangling from the edge of the branch as she looked at the gloomy grey sky. She wondered how different would another life would be—
“Mirabel! What in heaven are you doing up there?!”
The girl, as clumsy as she was fell from the tree and hit the ground, the impact making her groan in pain as she landed on the green grass below her.
“Good gosh, girl. One day you’re going to get yourself killed.”
“Sorry, Madam.”
The girl was beautiful as she dusted herself off. Beautiful long curls pulled back by a blue bow and big doe eyes that hid behind golden frames. Her clothes were made of different shades of blue and white, something she made herself.
“Enough of that. You are a lady and need to act like it. Now come. You’re needed for the ceremony tonight.”
“Yes, Madam.”
She followed obediently behind the woman into the manor they stayed at. When Madam Elizabeth left, an older girl pulled Mirabel away from the hallway and into her room.
“Hey, bunny. Are you ok?” the girl asked, coming back Mirabel’s hair and checking for wounds.
“I’m fine, Emily. I was just–daydreaming again.”
“You know how Madam Elizabeth feels about the daydreaming, Bel,” the older girl said, cocking her hip to the side with a knowing look.
“I know I know! But haven't you ever wondered what the sky might look like when the clouds part? Or how when we travel, we never go out of the city or countryside?”
“No, I don’t because I am content with it. What are we going to do with you?” Emily said, smoothing the girl’s hair down as she tapped her nose.
“Well, let’s get ready for tonight. We can't be late. We don't want your dinner privileges revoked. Again."
"Again it wasn't me."
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A long time ago, a baby was dropped off at the front step of an orphanage in London. No one knows how she got there or where she came from, the only thing on her tiny body being a silver necklace in the shape of a key, her name engraved on a separate metal.
She wore that necklace every day of her life, never taking it off. It was the first and last gift she received from her parents before she was dropped off at the orphanage.
She was picked on by other little girls for being different, a bit weird. Mirabel was a daydreamer and often had her head in the clouds.
She questioned everything from: "why is the sky always so glum?" To "why did my parents give me up?"
Often her questions went unanswered which left her to become…creative. So when she was put in charge of the younger children at the orphanage, she created stories.
It was filled with evil queens and good queens, crazy yet funny people, talking animals and plants and food that can make you grow tall.
Often she told that story to the kids when Madam Elizabeth would scold or punish them for stepping out of line. Often, she took the punishments for them, her back and arms a canvas of mangled flesh.
She vowed she would always protect the children who followed her, even though they never seemed to age, which was odd.
Maybe out there, somewhere, her parents are waiting to come and get her.
They were 18 years too late.
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She was tasked to put the kids to bed before going to bed herself where she sang them a sweet lullaby as she tucked them into warm comforters.
She carried her candle as she made her way to the door and closed it, now walking through a candle lit hallway to her own room.
She opened the door and closed it gently, blowing the candle out so the space can be illuminated with the light of the moon. She pulled out her bag of crafts and pulled out the white, handmade handkerchief that she was creating.
Wildflowers and blue Cornwall's filled the space where an M would stand in the middle. She sat near the window and continued her work, knowing she won't have time during the day.
She let out a sigh as she threaded the needle before she put it down, looking at the moon.
"I'm just wishing foolishly for a family right now. Who would want an 18 year old woman as a daughter?"
"I know someone."
Mirabel let out a yelp as she flew behind her bed, clutching her needle. She looked back up and scoped the area. Her eyes landed on th ewindow sill and she tilted her head.
“There’s white rabbit… on my window sill. How did it even get up ther—nevermind I’m on ground level.”
She got up from her bed and approached it, watching it’s nose twitch and sniff.
“Hello there. Are you lost?”
The white rabbit tilted it’s head before it sniffed at the girl’s hair making her giggle. It’s ears twitched in what seemed like excitement before it hoped down to the grass outside. It wagged it’s tail at her before hopping away.
“Wait, is it—asking me to follow?” Mirabel question as she watched the rabbit turn around and wait for the girl. Sh egroaned and climbed out of the window, careful of the vines that wrapped on the boarders before she walked towards the animal.
It hopped away leading her to the woods where it stopped by a big oak tree.
“Why here?”
The rabbit hooped around a bit before it reached the edge of what looked like a rabbit hole. She watched it bounce around before it jumped into the hole, making her rush forward to grab it. She lost her footing and fell into the rabbit hole screaming.
She watched at the outside grew smaller and smaller until she looked at her surroundings. The further she fell, the more the dark walls of the abyss began to fill with color and odd things. She saw multiple clothes hit her body and even found household items floating. She was still free falling though.
She hit a soft surface that bounced her to the ground, making her roll. She out an oof before she rubbed her head and looked around.
“Wait- why is my hair—oh no.”
When she looked above and felt her hair stand up, she knew she was sitting on the ceiling and was about to fall. She prepared herself when her body feel towards the ground, hitting hard as she clenched her teeth.
“Rule number 1, Mira, don’t you ever try to follow a rabbit again.”
She got up from the floor and looked at her surroundings, finding a door and a key on the table with a bottle of liquid. She read the label and raised an eyebrow.
“Drink me?”
She sniffed the liquid before taking a swig of it, now feeling her clothes shrink. “Oh no. Don’t tell me I’m shrinking.”
She groaned as she looked at the key now stuck on the table. She tried climbing the legs before she fell flat on her bottom. She huffed before something hit her head and landed on her dress.
“An eat me cake. Oh my goodness.”
She ate a piece of it before she felt herself grow taller than ever. She was too tall that her whole body was crunched against the ceiling. “Are you kidding me?!”
She bit her lip before coming up with an idea. She grabbed the key and took a small sip from the corked bottle, feeling herself shrink again. She let out an excited yip before rushing to the door to open it.
When it did open, she felt her jaw drop.
Large wild flowers and plants filled the area, the sky a cloudy blue.
“Is this what the sky looks like without clouds? It’s beautiful.”
She walked more and more into the scenery before she heard a snap of a twig. She gasped and twirled, trying to find the source.
“Who’s there? I’m warning you don’t come any closer.”
“Aww you wouldn’t hurt your favorite Prima would you?