Honey, Mrs. Pruett Is Coming! Hurry up and Get to the Piano!

Another sigh of dispirit left my lips without notice. Not that I was in a bad mood or anything, but everything felt so, I don't know, monochrome. Twirling some dark, thin strands of hair around my long fingers, I waited for the call I get every day from my mother.

"Honey, Mrs. Pruett is coming! Hurry up and get to the piano!"

"Yes Mother."

I only answered this time because I knew we had guests over. Normally, she wouldn't care if I answered or not. My family is richer that the majority, and we have quite the reputation for being such good folks. I went to a prestigious elementary school only about ten minutes away from my rather large home. Many envied me for reasons I never came to care for, but numerous children liked me and wanted to befriend me. But I'm not a completely brainless like my brother, so I knew they were only after the wealth my family offered.

"One, two, three, four."

My trained fingers glided around on those black and white keys as I sat there thinking of anything but music. I liked listening and playing music, but both my mother and my teacher were forceful, so I came to despise even looking at instruments. Oh yeah, and back to my family matters. They all underestimate me because of my age, but I know everything that goes on. Father cheats on Mother with like, five other young women, Brother is smoking drugs of all sorts, and Mother is a complete alcoholic. I have my own problems, but that doesn't really matter because I can't remember them. I don't remember most thing like, "What was your favorite toy?" On the other hand, I know that I've always wished for one thing. What I wanted was not pretty dresses or loads of friends. I always wanted something completely bizarre and dangerous to happen to me,but only once.

"Great job today Lola! You really did get better."

I nodded in response with an empty smile on my face. Even Mrs. Pruett was a complete fake. For some reason, I didn't feel like I was living a life at all. Each and every one of these faces around me were unfamiliar and I felt indifferent to them. I shimmied down the cushioned seat of the piano, and made my way to the kitchen.

'Hmm... I wonder what would happen if I butchered Snowball? Would Father get mad for eating Mother's rabbit?' Briefly looking at a cooking book with the page on a recipe for hasenpfeffer, I contemplated whether it would be okay to skin Snowball or not. 'Wait a second, Snowball is very fat. He'd have clumps of yellow fat all over... Ew, no.' After deciding that our pet rabbit would not make the best meat, I resumed to looking through the book. Absorbed into how they gutted fish and skinned snakes alive, I was snapped back into reality by my mother.

"Lola, what in the world are you doing?! Cooking is not for people like you. You deserve so much more. But if you're hungry, why don't you ask old Mrs. Shirley? She'd make anything for you."

I did my best to look cheerful, or at least indifferent, but my disapproval may have shown on my face a bit. Bitterly, I reflected on how all my efforts of trying to cook were FRUITLESS because Mother always stopped me. My only joy for cooking was to be destroyed all because of my status. Was it because of my status? No, it was her fault.

"Everything, everything, everything, yes everything... All you..." Quiet murmurs left my mouth as I thought aloud.

"Dear, are you, um, alright? You look kind of angry?"

Swallowing this quite SPORADIC anger of mine, I quietly smiled and retired to my room.

Small hiccups trembled in the back of my throat as I wondered why I had to be the one to go through such pain. Unable to talk to anyone or do anything, I was always forced to live as my family and society expected. Why is the world so cruel to me? Silently crying myself to sleep, I tumbled into a deep slumber.

"Hey. Come on dude, it's like, already four o'clock in the mornin'."

"Hnng... Five more minutes Mother..."

"What? I'm not your mother and I don't plan on being one, but wake up!"

I sleepily rubbed my eyes to get rid of the blur and found myself with a strange boy sitting at the foot of my bed. I initially planned to round-house kick this intruder, but my lack of coordination had taken over. I ended up tripping on my bed sheets and plummeting onto the hardwood floor. This "mystery" boy gives me this questioning glance, but quickly helped me up.

"Upsy Daisy big girl. You can stand up." This boy somehow decided it would be a excellent idea to annoy me, so I slapped that overly-smooth face of his.

"You dare talk to me like that again, I will actually round-house kick you." Only to get a response of tinkling laughter, I gave up and led the boy towards my window.

"See how you can get such a nice view from this third floor?"

"Uh, sure"

"I'll take that as a yes. But anyway, I will throw you down from here if you try anything funny on me." I glared at this fair skinned boy with much malignance, but he only smirked with a playful look in his light grey eyes.

"I thought you were the one who wanted this to happen. Oh what did you say? 'I want something completely bizarre and dangerous to happen,' was it? Am I not your answer to that wish? Lola, it's not like I go to Earth just for fun."

His smart-alecky attitude only GARBLED me because I had no idea why he knew that I had said such thing. 'What does he mean by going to Earth for fun? He's human too, right? Why does he know my name? How'd he even get in?' Finally shutting my agape mouth, I recollected myself.

"I don't think I should be persuaded by you. I have a path that I must take, and you are only a temptation to stray into the woods." Swiftly, I caught on about how I probably should CORROBORATE my thoughts.

"Even though I may despise this paved road of mine, I have to take it for the people that support Father's company. Brother can't do it because he's already decided on joining a different corporation..." My words trailed off at the end after I thought about how Father respects Brothers ideas and wishes more than mine.

"Yeah, Lola, that's why I came for you. I don't want you to be alone anymore."

"Oh yes, in your world everybody just makes friend by breaking into each other's homes." I said this out of sheer CONJECTURE, but it turned out to be right. I talked to this boy and I learned quite a bit about him. In human years, he is about ten years old and comes from a dwarf planet some whiles away. He enjoy seeing people looking surprised, and swears to do anything for my happiness.

"Would you really do anything for me? Do you truly mean it?"

"Of course Lola! I'd imagine your dark hair, beautiful eyes, and tan skin ever since I fell for you." Those words made my heart skip a beat, for I have never been told such a heartfelt, flattering thinganybody. Especially by an attractive pale toned boy. Slowly looking up from my lap, I faintly asked him a request.

"Could you become the first dish of food I create? The only thing I actually want to do is to cook. It just occurred to me that I've never used extraterrestrial meat... I'd love to use yours." As I stared at his aghast face with a light dusting of pink on my cheeks, my vision began to blur, I probably passed out.

"... This test wasn't any good either was it. It was better than the previous ones, but we should still tell the king that our simulations aren't going well..." Several voices rose around me as I woke up to the color of pure white. As my eyes adjusted to this bright surrounding, I noticed that these people were my doctors. After a short while, it all came INUNDUATING back to my brain.. As a member of the Pictonian Colony, I volunteered to be a test subject. This test was for The King, and it simulated what would happen if he was to go to this "Earth" to find a partner. Yes, The King was the name of the boy in the simulation... I recalled this imaginary "Lola," and tears prickled my eyes as I thought how there might really be people like her on this mysterious planet Earth.

"Icashta, are you ready for the next run through? This one is about a energetic teenager who likes hip-hop and dubstep. It might wear you out a bit, but is that okay?"

"Of course. Anything for The King."

As I closed my eyes again, I sniffled and secretly smiled to myself. 'I hope The King never finds a partner from Earth. I wish that he'd notice me... The only reason why I ever did over a thousand of these tests was to catch his attention. Oh, but it was also to be able to simulatewhat it's like to have The King fancy me...'

"Okay, relax and let your mind flow. You've done this quite a bit by now, so I hope you can do it correctly."

My shoulders lost all tension by this time, and I was slipping into the conscience of a purple haired girl from Los Angeles. Another sigh left my lips, but this time it was not of dispirit like "Lola's". It was purely the sound of a warped love story.