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A Broader Palette
By Becky
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Chapter 6: A Clean Slate
"You didn't really think I was cheating on you, did you
Jim?" Stacy asked as she hung up her coat. "Brendan's been
such a mess since his parents died in that terrible
accident. I thought it would be good to spend some time
with him. You're not the only one who needs me, you know."
Her cheeks bore the glow of one who has just come in from
in from the cold... or warmed up to an old flame.
"You... you called me Jim," Jim's voice said in disbelief.
He looked down at his body and saw that he was dressed as
though he had just returned from work. They even fit him
properly.
"Well of course, silly," Stacy chimed in, cocking her head
alluringly to the side so he could see her luxurious hair
dangling over her shoulder. "What else would I call you?
'Oh my soulmate?' Maybe someday."
"I thought I'd lost you," Jim said distantly, as though he
hadn't seen her in eighty years. "I... I..."
"Aww," she said almost teasingly, but then with a look of
concern. "I had no idea you'd be so upset over this, little
one. Why don't I go into the kitchen and make you a nice
warm bottle of formula?"
"A what?" Jim was jolted out of his trance-like state and
began to follow her toward the kitchen.
"Emmie?" said a disembodied voice. Jim turned around and
blinked.
"Emmie, wake up sleepyhead."
Jim was suddenly lying on his back with Sarah shaking him.
Once she saw that his eyes were open, she walked to the
window and opened the curtains. Jim eyes had not yet
adjusted and he raised a hand to shield them from the
light, only it wasn't his hand. It was Emily's.
"You know, sometimes I think we baby you a bit too much,"
Sarah said. "You were never one to sleep in before." Her
hands were planted sternly on her hips, but the pose was
betrayed by the smile on her face.
"I had the weirdest dream."
"I guess a growing girl needs her beauty sleep," Sarah
continued, oblivious to Emily's rambling. "My goodness,
we're going to have to get you some new pajamas soon. These
do seem a little worn out."
Emily felt a tug on her sock and instinctively recoiled,
only to find that she wasn't wearing any socks. She ran her
fingers along the foam-rubber sole of the sleeper than
encased her tiny foot and realized Sarah was right. The
outfit she wore looked like it had been slept in, stepped
on, chewed on and drooled on night after night for far too
long -- and it was time for a new one.
"I'm awake," Emily said with conviction.
***
As Emily brushed her teeth, a cute, slightly chubby brown-
haired girl did the same in the mirror. She smiled at her
reflection, and a mouthful of gaps and baby teeth flashed
right back at her.
After some pancakes and orange juice, Sarah offered to walk
Emily to school. Before they got to the sidewalk, Mrs.
Thomas ran out onto the porch.
"Aren't you forgetting something, young lady?" she asked
expectantly.
"Mom, I'm coming back before I leave for work," Sarah said.
"I was talking to the OTHER young lady." Mrs. Thomas held
out a small, brown paper bag, which she traded for a kiss
from her younger daughter.
"So when are you going to tell me how you... you know?"
Emily asked once they were out of earshot.
"SOMEone's in a real hurry to grow up, isn't she?" Sarah
teased. "I'll tell you when the time is right."
"If you wait much longer I might not be able understand."
"Who's to say you can understand now? I'll say this much:
you're more capable of understanding now than you were a
few days ago, but you still have a ways to go."
"You're losing me..." Emily complained.
"Exactly my point. Anyway, stop worrying so much about
rushing things along. Some things take time and no crazy
age spell can change that." Emily lit up like a Christmas
tree.
"So it's a spell?"
"I didn't say that," Sarah insisted.
"Yes you did."
"No, I... hey, where are you going?"
"I'M going to school. I don't know about YOU."
"You're not going to that school, missy. You'd get trampled
over there. Come on, the elementary school is only three
blocks this way."
***
If Emily felt short walking next to Sarah, she felt
downright tiny when she walked into her fourth-grade class.
It seemed she was short for her age at any age. Most of the
girls and boys were a good three inches taller than her,
but some of the girls were easily five inches taller, which
makes a big difference when you're 3'10" tall.
At lunch she sat alone, picking through the sack her mother
had prepared. She devoured the miraculously unsquashed
peanut butter and jelly sandwich, sucked on her juice box
until she heard a slurping sound and pocketed the crackers
for later.
Katie found her on the playground a few minutes later.
"What are you doing, Emmie?!" she yelled from across the
field. Emily pretended she hadn't heard a thing, but Katie
came running over. "I said, what are you doing?"
"I was just thinking... You know, you're going to be really
tall when you grow up," Emily said, avoiding meeting her
sole younger sister's eyes, which were two inches higher
than her own.
"Can you think AND play freeze tag with us? We need another
person."
***
"So how was school today," Sarah asked Emily after everyone
else went up to their bedrooms that night.
"S'OK," Emily half-yawned from the spot where she lay
curled up on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket.
"I haven't played freeze tag in ages. I'm still terrible at
it, but it was fun."
"Would you say you're finally getting used to your new
life?"
"I suppose," Emily replied without thinking.
"Then I wonder why the magic hasn't kicked in yet." Alarms
went off inside Emily's head when she heard that.
"Huh?"
The fabric around her began to shift, and the room seemed
to grow. She could feel her muscles atrophy and her hair
pull back into her head. Sarah gasped, as the blanket
seemed to swallow Emily whole. She lifted the blanket to
reveal a wide-eyed, terrified baby who had shrunk right out
of the nine-year-old's clothes.
"Emily?" Sarah asked. "Can you hear me?"
"Aaaahhhh," the baby replied, then stopped. It looked
startled by its own speech. "AaaaHHH," it tried again.
"Shhhhh," Sarah said softly. "You'll wake everyone up."
Emily didn't say anything, but Sarah could tell the look on
her tiny face meant, "You've GOT to be kidding."
"Just listen," Sarah whispered. "You won't be able to talk
just yet. If I'm right, you still have your entire
vocabulary and can think in full sentences, but your body
doesn't know how to communicate the words. There's a
disconnect between your mind and mouth, but don't worry.
Soon enough, you'll be disarming the fiercest foes with
your agile tongue and tempting the hottest g-- er, people
you-- become romantically involved with."
Sarah gently lifted the baby, wrapped it in a blanket and
cradled it to her breast. All this was very disturbing for
Emily, but she felt so sleepy she didn't care to make a
sound. She was fully willing to accept the situation
passively for tonight. And that's when it happened.
Sarah was carrying Emily up the stairs to Katie's old room,
which now contained a cradle, when there was a flash of
light. Emily began to shrink further and further, and just
before she disappeared, Sarah whispered to her.
"The magic will be finished in just a few seconds. After
that, it's up to you. Good luck."
Emily blacked out and awoke with a sense of weightlessness,
but she couldn't open her eyes. She kicked and squirmed,
but something seemed to be holding her in place.
"Oh no. I didn't sign up for this!" Emily thought to
herself.
***
"Ooh! Ow. Ed! Ed!" Mrs. Thomas said, biting off the ends of
her words.
"Hmm? Huh?" Mr. Thomas moaned sleepily.
"Ed? Ed! I think it's time. OW! I know it's time."
"Time? It's TIME?" Mr. Thomas jumped out of bed and tripped
on the sheets in which he was entangled. Just then their
bedroom door opened and someone flipped on the lights.
"Is everything all right?" Sarah asked innocently. "I heard
a noise."
"Sarah, go start the car. NOW!"
Chapter 7: Starting From Scratch
Emily was disoriented, to say the least. First she felt
like she was lying on her back, then she was upside-down
and being jostled around. She could hear muffled voices but
she could not see a thing.
"Hello?" she tried to say, but there was no sound.
The most unsettling thing was that she couldn't breath, but
she apparently didn't need to. After what seemed like days
of passing in and out of consciousness, the substance that
was surrounding her drained and she felt strangely cold.
She kicked and squirmed, but to no avail. Hours later
something began pushing on her feet. She was being
squished!
She could hear screaming now that she knew was not her own
and a few minutes later she emerged into a brightly-lit,
freezing room. A masked giant in green clothing was holding
her like a doll.
"It's a girl!" someone announced, and she could hear Mrs.
Thomas crying. It was then that Emily realized she still
wasn't breathing. Mrs. Thomas -- her mother -- was
breathing for them both!
"Another one?" Mr. Thomas mumbled to himself. "What am I
saying? I'm a father... again! And she's going to be just
as unique as the others."
Just as Emily was beginning to enjoy seeing and hearing
again, even if she was a little cold, someone smacked her
so hard it jolted her system. She coughed and sputtered and
was breathing. A sharp "snip" told her she was on her own,
and she felt oddly alone.
A nurse wrapped Emily's tiny body in a blanket and handed
her to Mrs. Thomas, who cradled her newborn gently and
stared lovingly into her eyes.
"The name for the certificate?" someone asked. Mrs. Thomas
didn't hesitate.
"Emily," she said with a smile on what Emily saw as a huge
face. "Emily Anne Thomas."
When all the excitement died down and they were allowed
some time alone, Mrs. Thomas became the first person to
speak directly to Emily.
"I love you, Emily Anne. That's right. I. Love. You. With
all my heart. There's a whole world out there for you to
explore. New sights and sounds and tastes and people. But
you're not afraid. I can see it in your eyes. You're going
to see and do it all because you won't let fear hold you
back. You're going to love it here, I promise, Emmie. If
only you could understand just how much I love you."
Emmie smiled for the first time, because she did
understand.
***
A crisp September morning six years later found Emily and
Katie waiting at the corner down the street from their
house. Several older kids were also waiting with them, but
Katie looked out of place. The slender 13-year-old took her
glasses off and looked Emily right in the eyes.
"Remember," she said as the school bus roared to the stop.
"There's nothing to be scared of. First grade is lots of
fun and you're going to make tons of new friends, but Mr.
Bear will be right here waiting for you when you get
back... just in case you need him."
"Thanks Katie," Emily said. Katie hugged her.
"Have fun today, Kiddo. I want to hear all about it this
afternoon."
But a few hours into her first day, Emily was not having
much fun. She and her classmates were preoccupied with
trying to keep track of papers they needed to bring home
and all-important details like desk and cubby assignments.
By lunchtime, she hadn't met a single person and was
sitting by herself at a long table.
"Can I sit here?" a voice asked. Emily turned to see a
dark-haired girl about her age holding a cafeteria tray.
"Sure. My name's Emily. This is my first day in first
grade."
"Me too," the girl said, sitting down. "I'm Stacy." The
girls talked for a few minutes, and while Stacy seemed
nice, Emily noticed she was barely picking at her food.
"Don't you like the cafeteria food?" she asked. Stacy
leaned forward over the table -- at least as far as a six
year old can.
"Not really," she whispered, scrunching her face up to
illustrate the point.
"Can I try some?" Stacy slid her tray across the table so
Emily could take a bite. "Ugh!" Emily grunted, pretending
to be on the verge of throwing up. "That's terrible. Do you
want half of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich? My mom
makes the best PB&J anywhere."
And that's when they truly became friends.
~THE END~
Author's Note: Did you enjoy the story? Want to see more of
Sarah, Emily and Stacy? Want to find out where Sarah's
powers come from? Keep your eyes peeled for the first
chapter of "Exeter."
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