Chocolate 17; Pistachio 14
Author: Marina
Story: Shifts universe (pre-Tremors)
Challenge: Chocolate 17 (freedom), Pistachio 14 (the night before)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped Cream (Eleazar is thirteen and Oriana is ten)
Word Count: 440
Rating: G
Summary: Oriana wants to know why Eleazar cares about school so much.
Notes: Follows this and this. Tenth Whipped Cream!
“What are you doing?”
Eleazar looked up to see his little sister standing in the doorway, a puzzled look on her face. “I’m packing my new book bag,” he said importantly.
Oriana stepped inside the room, eyeing the open bag with distaste. “Book bags are stupid. You should’ve gotten a roller backpack like mine.”
He glared at her. “I didn’t ask you.”
“Whatever,” she said, lifting her shoulders. “I don’t know why you want to go to school so bad, anyway. It’s boring.”
“Having to stay at the mansion all the time while you get to go out and do things is boring. Trust me, you wouldn’t like it any more than I did.”
“Bet I would.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t get to do any of the fun stuff like the play you were in last year, and you’d still have to do all the work, and you wouldn’t be able to slack off because tutors like mine only have one person to keep track of, so they make sure you get it done.”
She considered this. “Yeah, I’d hate that.”
“See.” He opened a pack of highlighters and stuffed them into his pencil pouch.
“You don’t really need those,” Oriana said.
“Maybe in middle school you do, and you’re not there yet,” he retorted.
She began to scowl, but quickly brightened. “Want to see what I do with mine?” He nodded, mostly to get her off his back, and she bounded out of the room. She returned with her binder from the previous year just as he was closing his bag. “Look at this.” She opened it to the first of the stiff paper dividers and pointed to the drawings she had done. Eleazar lifted his eyebrows at the flowers, trees, and random shapes, done in six different colors: yellow, green, blue, pink, purple, and orange.
“Did you do this on all of them?” he asked.
“Yep!” she said proudly, flipping to the next. The contrast startled him-unlike the last one, it featured a very detailed depiction of a night sky, with the stars done in a combination of the yellow and orange, the moon in yellow edged with blue, and the sky filled in around these with the purple. The one after that featured two creatively designed dresses, with little objects like spools of thread and hairpins etched in the gaps.
“That’s actually really cool,” he said. “Are you going to do it again this year?” She nodded. “You’ll have to show me when they’re done.”
“I will if you show me yours.”
“I’m not going to do anything like that.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
Story: Shifts universe (pre-Tremors)
Challenge: Chocolate 17 (freedom), Pistachio 14 (the night before)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped Cream (Eleazar is thirteen and Oriana is ten)
Word Count: 440
Rating: G
Summary: Oriana wants to know why Eleazar cares about school so much.
Notes: Follows this and this. Tenth Whipped Cream!
“What are you doing?”
Eleazar looked up to see his little sister standing in the doorway, a puzzled look on her face. “I’m packing my new book bag,” he said importantly.
Oriana stepped inside the room, eyeing the open bag with distaste. “Book bags are stupid. You should’ve gotten a roller backpack like mine.”
He glared at her. “I didn’t ask you.”
“Whatever,” she said, lifting her shoulders. “I don’t know why you want to go to school so bad, anyway. It’s boring.”
“Having to stay at the mansion all the time while you get to go out and do things is boring. Trust me, you wouldn’t like it any more than I did.”
“Bet I would.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t get to do any of the fun stuff like the play you were in last year, and you’d still have to do all the work, and you wouldn’t be able to slack off because tutors like mine only have one person to keep track of, so they make sure you get it done.”
She considered this. “Yeah, I’d hate that.”
“See.” He opened a pack of highlighters and stuffed them into his pencil pouch.
“You don’t really need those,” Oriana said.
“Maybe in middle school you do, and you’re not there yet,” he retorted.
She began to scowl, but quickly brightened. “Want to see what I do with mine?” He nodded, mostly to get her off his back, and she bounded out of the room. She returned with her binder from the previous year just as he was closing his bag. “Look at this.” She opened it to the first of the stiff paper dividers and pointed to the drawings she had done. Eleazar lifted his eyebrows at the flowers, trees, and random shapes, done in six different colors: yellow, green, blue, pink, purple, and orange.
“Did you do this on all of them?” he asked.
“Yep!” she said proudly, flipping to the next. The contrast startled him-unlike the last one, it featured a very detailed depiction of a night sky, with the stars done in a combination of the yellow and orange, the moon in yellow edged with blue, and the sky filled in around these with the purple. The one after that featured two creatively designed dresses, with little objects like spools of thread and hairpins etched in the gaps.
“That’s actually really cool,” he said. “Are you going to do it again this year?” She nodded. “You’ll have to show me when they’re done.”
“I will if you show me yours.”
“I’m not going to do anything like that.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”