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Fiction: Maureen
Aug. 2nd, 2014 04:08 pmTitle: Maureen
World: Moonsisters
Word count: 6,004
Rating: PG-13 for implied child abuse and possibly murder
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rainbowfic Antique Brass 1, Okay, could you sound a little more creepy?; The Hills of Iowa 2, Oh, my enemy, beautiful enemy.; origfic_bingo silence
Notes: This is a lot scarier than it was when I first started writing about these characters. When I was, uh, twelve. Oh, and ...Squirrel takes place during this story.
“Oh my god, your hair is just so silky, isn’t it? How do you do it?”
There were hands in Ivy’s hair. She sat up straight and still. It was a pleasant tone of voice; whoever it was seemed to be just trying to be friendly. But still, they were touching her hair. She twitched her head so it came out of the person’s hands and moved slowly so that she could see who it was. She stayed silent.
It was Maureen, the most beautiful, blonde, popular girl in the school, now standing with her hands on her hips and a teasing smile on her face. “Ivy, right? I mean, your hair is just perfect. What kind of conditioner do you use?”( Read more... )
World: Moonsisters
Word count: 6,004
Rating: PG-13 for implied child abuse and possibly murder
Prompt:
rainbowfic Antique Brass 1, Okay, could you sound a little more creepy?; The Hills of Iowa 2, Oh, my enemy, beautiful enemy.; origfic_bingo silenceNotes: This is a lot scarier than it was when I first started writing about these characters. When I was, uh, twelve. Oh, and ...Squirrel takes place during this story.
“Oh my god, your hair is just so silky, isn’t it? How do you do it?”
There were hands in Ivy’s hair. She sat up straight and still. It was a pleasant tone of voice; whoever it was seemed to be just trying to be friendly. But still, they were touching her hair. She twitched her head so it came out of the person’s hands and moved slowly so that she could see who it was. She stayed silent.
It was Maureen, the most beautiful, blonde, popular girl in the school, now standing with her hands on her hips and a teasing smile on her face. “Ivy, right? I mean, your hair is just perfect. What kind of conditioner do you use?”( Read more... )