Hi everyone, it's Lily. I was going to write a contest story, but there were some complications.. so here's a different story. It's kind of based on Ice Cream's story, but a bit different. I hope you like it! (Sorry, Ice Cream! But you copy me, I copy you. :) ) Trya is pronounced Tree-uh, and Lye is pronounced Ly-uh. I like funny spellings of names. Enjoy! Oh, and each chapter will be
Trya looked up from the hole she was steadily digging. Her friend Lye was shouting her name and haphazardly waving a trowel and a large green bucket. Trya sighed and stood up, brushing soil off her loose, worn, jeans. "Lye, why can't you walk over here with a wheelbarrow and talk in a normal voice like, oh, I don't know, A NORMAL PERSON? Lye just grinned, showing off her perfect white teeth. "Oh, I'm not a normal human. But you know you love me anyway." Reaching down into her vast bucket, she pulled out a rake. "Here," she said, handing it to Trya.
"Why, exactly, do I need a rake?"
"To clear off the leaves and grass and stuff, nut." Lye said affiably, sweeping her long brown hair out of her face. "Elves like neat."
"How do you know? Are you one?"
The simple, teasing question seemed to make Lye nervous. She turned pale pinkish-green, quickly looked down, and started furiously digging. "Just do it!"
Trya shrugged. Her friend sometimes went a little weird like that, but when she did she would usually snap back quickly.
Lye's heart beat faster, much faster. Did she know? She managed to shoot back some reply- she barely heard herself say it- and quickly started digging. There had been more to her words when she said she wasn't a normal human. The truth was, she was indeed an elf.
Ta-da! I know I barely described the girls, but I'll do that in the next chapter. I wanted this to be a bit of an intro, to let you know that they're really good friends to tease each other like that, etc.
Trya looked up from the hole she was steadily digging. Her friend Lye was shouting her name and haphazardly waving a trowel and a large green bucket. Trya sighed and stood up, brushing soil off her loose, worn, jeans. "Lye, why can't you walk over here with a wheelbarrow and talk in a normal voice like, oh, I don't know, A NORMAL PERSON? Lye just grinned, showing off her perfect white teeth. "Oh, I'm not a normal human. But you know you love me anyway." Reaching down into her vast bucket, she pulled out a rake. "Here," she said, handing it to Trya.
"Why, exactly, do I need a rake?"
"To clear off the leaves and grass and stuff, nut." Lye said affiably, sweeping her long brown hair out of her face. "Elves like neat."
"How do you know? Are you one?"
The simple, teasing question seemed to make Lye nervous. She turned pale pinkish-green, quickly looked down, and started furiously digging. "Just do it!"
Trya shrugged. Her friend sometimes went a little weird like that, but when she did she would usually snap back quickly.
Lye's heart beat faster, much faster. Did she know? She managed to shoot back some reply- she barely heard herself say it- and quickly started digging. There had been more to her words when she said she wasn't a normal human. The truth was, she was indeed an elf.
Ta-da! I know I barely described the girls, but I'll do that in the next chapter. I wanted this to be a bit of an intro, to let you know that they're really good friends to tease each other like that, etc.
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