"Extraordinary. E - x - t - r - a - o - r - d - i - n - a - r - y."

I stood in line, wringing my hands, waiting my turn. Natasha Wells was at the microphone, reciting with perfect diction. She made it through five words before tripping up on 'superstitious' which she spelled with far too many c's.

Blake was next. He tapped the microphone, grinning like a loon, and muttered 'testing' into it. The crowd murmured and shifted instead of laughing like I had assumed they would. Blake's face went pale. He shuffled his feet and nodded at the judges to begin. They spat a rather difficult word at him, 'illusive'. He spelled it with an 'e'. The sharp buzzer made him flinch. Dejectedly, he walked off the stage and was consumed by the crowd gathered below.

It was my turn next. My feet turned to lead, a lump of rock forming in my throat. My eyes refused to focus, the ground swaying beneath me. I staggered to the microphone, clutching onto the stand, the only solid unmoving thing left.

I nodded nervously. They began.

"Spell 'scrumptious',"

I opened my mouth. No words came out. I strained my vocal cords to make some sort of noise. Every eye in the crowd was on me. I spotted my parents, pleading me to speak with their eyes. My little brother looked smug as though he knew all along that I could never do it.

That's when it happened. All I wanted was to escape, to run away from that moment and I was suddenly offered the opportunity.

A small man dressed in a dapper suit and tie and a luxurious purple cloak was examining his wrist watch, tapping his foot impatiently. He was on the edge of the crowd, away from everyone else. He caught sight of me. The ends of his handlebar mustache twitched, his eyes wide in shock.

I didn't know what to think. The small man ducked out the door, dissapearing from view.

On an impulse, I jumped off the stage, frightening some poor old women seated near the stage, and took off after him.

He was just outside the theatre. Screeching at a piercing decible, he flew in a panic towards the street. I raced after the strange little man, my feet thudding on the pavement.

Cars swerved to avoid us. The man stopped at a pothole and flipped the lid up. To my utter surprise, he jumped down with a 'whoop!' of glee and vanished altogether.

The cars trying to get past me were honking loudly, their drivers displaying their middle fingers and yelling obscene words out their windows.

I peered into the pothole. I could see nothing but darkness. Taking a deep breath, ignoring sanity, I leaped inside.

My scream was torn from my lungs.

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Percible Parkinson
Age: 15
Description: Blue eyes, blonde hair.
Personality: Curious about everything and anything, but withdrawn and shy around new people.
Other: Percible hates his name. Recently, he has been training for his school's spelling bee. He has a wonderful way with words. But because of his shyness, he is extremely nervous.
VICTORIAGLASS

Name} Mistress
Age} Undefined
Appearance} Female: Long, wavy, black hair: 5'10": Golden eyes: Bright with youth and has no sign of aging whatsoever
Personality} Very open about everything. Quite clumsy and is usually not sure what's going on outside of her own little world. A bit self absorbed but loves meeting new people. Fond of cake. And last of all, very mad.
Other} Lives in a cottage that's painted all different colors. Has two "maids" but they don't dress like maids or look like maids. Instead they look like children. There's always someone visiting her house no matter what. Has a twin sister who lives not too far away from her but it's deeper into the forest.
LLMAY

Fuss
Age: 96
Description: Grey eyes, a few strands of combed over white hair and a moustache. Rather short (just under 4 foot) and pudgy.
Personality: Very fussy and rather bossy. Has OCD and everything has to go perfectly and in order everyday. Will not talk to strangers or those wearing purple. Very arrogant and believes he is better than everyone except his employers and nobility.
Other: Is a scout for the king, checking out other worlds. Percible sees him and follows him back to his own world. Always carries his map with him that shows puddles in case he steps in one. He lives in what resembles a chamber pot (named Fusspot), located just down the road from the kings court.
TREETERNAL

Name: Rowden
Age: undefined
Description: A wolflike creature with gray medium length shaggy hair. Rowden has scarlet colored eyes, but his eyes are just like a humans eyes. Being mostly wolf, he walks on all fours and has a long blue tonge that hangs out of his mouth most of the time because it is so long he cant keep it in.
Personality: He is a friendly guy, but can be spaced out and mysterious when necessary. He has the special ability to disapper when he wants to which often leads to cut off sentences.
Trait: He has five magic hairs on his body that change color according to his mood. There is nno way he can control them since they were put on him as a curse. He also has a huge smile.
DOODLER123


Name: Carey (name means 'dark one; literally. I googled it ;) )
Hair: Black/ long, wavy
Eyes: Black
Skin: Pale
Appearance: Carey is tall and langly, much like a ladder.
Other: Carey's favorite sport is baseball. She lives in a tall house and gets everywhere by ladders. She has nicknamed the servants 'snakes'.
LIQUIDDIAMONDTEARS

updated Oct 2 '11 by VictoriaGlass