[Zorolo]:Molly Thatcher's Education

[Notsil]

"My best work yet, I'd say."

Molly Thatcher nodded to herself with enthusiasm as she looked over her most recent painting. Sliding her seat back from the easel and canvas, she put her trusty paintbrush down with a plunk into a small jar of murky water before wiping her color-stained hands on the front of her smock. A smile crossed her face as she leaned back in her chair, taking in the warmth of the setting sun as it shined through light linen curtains. It had taken her the last two weeks to finish this one, and boy was she ever proud.

It was a fairly complex painting for a twelve year old with no formal art training. What was once a blank sheet of canvas now showed a view through a plain wooden door. The door and its frame were well worn and obviously used very often, as there were scuffs and scratches all over them. The sight that it opened to was quite different. A huge marble fountain dominated the center of the canvas. Intricate scenes of knights riding horses while locked in battle, various animals and sea creatures, and many other images were carved into its basin. A massive spray of crystal clear water was shooting out of its center, sending spray over fifty feet into the air before it came crashing down in a great ring. The room which held the fountain was also built of white marble, and featured stained glass windows, and a ceiling whose apex was out of sight. The sun shone in from a large, clear, round window above, and through the water in the fountain below. The finishing touch was a vivid rainbow that was formed from the light above hitting the fountain's spray.

The smile on Molly's face wasn't just out of pride, the place she had drawn was her escape. It was the place she wished she could wander off to. Oh, sure, Ampthill wasn't that bad. The doctors were all very nice people, the food was tasty, and her bed was very comfortable, that much was certain. However, it was the other children that made her want to be anywhere else but Ampthill Medical Research Institute.

These children would take every possible chance to drive Molly crazy, from harmless things such as mocking her, to more painful experiences such as taking her into a back room and beating the snot out of her, simply because she was a gifted artist. They spoke of her being a "witch", and setting them "on fire with her paints" whenever an attendant would come running. They would drag the children away kicking and screaming to receive their punishments at the hands of the dean of discipline, while Molly would be taken to her room and given extra ice cream at dinner.

She sighed, and crawled over to her nice comfy bed, yawning on the way. "Think I'll take a little nap until dinner..." Molly fell asleep quickly, her eyes fixed on the view of her painting until she drifted off.

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"Oi! Painter! Why don'tcha come out here, I painted a picture for you!"

The rude and obnoxious voice of a fifteen year old boy startled Molly from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, and pulled on the cord for her lamp, bathing her room in its electric glow. Her door shook as a fist was banged against it over and over again.

"C'mon, Thatcher! Open up in there!"

Great, Paul again...

Molly glanced at her wall clock, it was already eight thirty, she was late for dinner as it was. She quickly tossed her paint brush into her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. The young artist paused for a moment to admire her creation again, before being shaken by Paul's pounding on her door. Not about to endure it any longer, she turned the lock, and pulled the door open, only be smacked in the face, and sent falling onto her bottom by the force of the opening door. She rubbed her face in pain, and glared up at the pimply faced boy standing over her laughing.

"'the heck was that for, you over grown git?"

Paul laughed again, and held up the picture in his hand. It was an atrocious interpretation of a little black haired girl in green who was much to short and way too freckly. Her face was contorted in a horrible way, and the clothes were ratty and tattered. Paul held it up in her face as if it was worth a million dollars, "Guess who this is, Thatcher!" He laughed obnoxiously, letting some snot drip out of his plum shaped nose.

Molly jumped back onto her feet, her hands balled into fists, her face red with rage. She glared up at Paul (who was a full foot taller than her) with all the ferocity of a killer field mouse in a big red hat.

"Lemme guess, its your big ugly mum, right? She looks just like y-"

Paul's gorilla like fist stuck Molly square in the stomach, knocking her three feet back and putting her bottom right back on the floor. The wind was knocked right out of her, and she struggled to breathe. Paul was yelling obsecenties at her, but she couldn't hear them for some reason. Her entire body shook with pent up anger of years of bullying and harassment.

Without thinking, she opened up her art bag, and grabbed her brush and pallet. Quickly, Molly climbed back onto her feet, still struggling to catch her breath. Tears ran down her face and fogged her vision, but she could clearly see Paul's mouth wide open, laughing at her once again. Then, everything slowed down. Her brush swept across her pallet, picking up a glob of red oil paint without her trying to move a muscle. She didn't want to do it, but it all felt so right.

She made a small stroke in the air infront of her, leaving a red smear of paint, which instantly began to emit heat. The look on Paul's face switched from humor to terror in an instant. "W-w-witch! Thatcher's doing it again! She's a witch, a witch!" He turned to run, but Molly flicked her wrist, and a smoldering bolt of red flew towards Paul's back, knocking him the ground as flames sprouted across his back.

Molly froze, wide eyed. That's it. I'm finished. They'll kill me. She turned and ran back into her room, slamming the door behind her, leaving a screaming Paul alone in the hallway.

"Oh no oh no oh no oh no...Why! Those stupid kids knew better! Why are they so mean? Its their own fault..."

Molly paced back and forth, panicing. Outside, she heard adult's voices shouting, and heavy foot steps racing down the hallway. Suddenly her door was opened, and a horrified looking man dressed in white was at the door. Paul's screams grew softer in the background, and suddenly the doorway was filled with five more men and women, staring blankly with slack jaws at Molly.

Without thinking, she dabbed her brush in green paint, and arced her arm up way over her head. Bright, beautiful flowers with giant vivid leaves came to life, hanging in one giant vine over her head. She waved her brush frantically, creating a thick wall of flowers and foliage in front of her as she backed away. Tears ran down her face as the doctors shouted in confusion and fear.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, I'm done! They'll kill me, they'll never let me paint again!"

Molly shouted loudly as she waved her brush frantically, sprouting more and more flowers as she backed away. She took one more step, and was back against her chair. Trying to get further away, she pushed farther against it, knocking it to the ground. Her leg tripped up on the chair's leg, and she stumbled backwards and fell. All at once, Molly felt an odd tugging sensation on the back of her smock, and she was yanked backwards completely off the ground. The last thing she saw was the beautiful array of flowers she had painted.

With a thud, Molly toppled onto a warm, hard floor. Her head was cloudy, but she thought she heard what sounded like a huge, echoing waterfall. Her large brown eyes opened up, and she pulled herself off of the white marble floor. Her eyes widened, and before she was standing straight up, she knew she wasn't in Ampthill Medical Research Institute anymore.

[Puck]

...*Psst* I'm only a TA, so it should be [Zorolo] Though I appreciate the sentiments.

Just one little thing. You seem to be a big fan of the word "and," so in your next assignment you aren't allowed to use the word...AT ALL. ^^;;

ASSIGNMENT TIME

Have Molly get greated by a small boy of ten years old, you can get as creative as you want with the boy, so I would like a few paragraphs of descriptions because chances are he'll be back later on. Have the boy say he is going to take you to a man called "Kaze", and have the boy explain a little about the dome. End the ssignment with them reaching Kaze's room door, feel free to add whatever you would like in between, the more origional, the better Mmmmkay? Also don't forget you can't use the word "and". Have fun~

[Notsil]

"Wow..."

Molly stood wide eyed as she pivoted slowly on the spot, taking in every inch of the massive chamber she stood in. Her mysterious fall through the painting had dropped her right into the large beam of light that she had spent quite some time getting perfect. She breathed quietly while taking in its warmth. Crystal clear water bubbled loudly in the fountain, creating the only noise in the entire chamber. Molly dusted off her smock, then hoisted her bag as she slowly made a circuit around the massive fountain.

The initial amazement had began to fade, becoming replaced by a growing sense of fear. She shook her head before these thoughts could begin talking in her mind, I'll just explore a little...this is much better than that stupid facility, hospital. The soles of her shoes clicked with each step against the pristine marble floor as she continued around the fountain's basin. Up ahead, standing in a corner of the great room, stood a small figure, dressed in a brown robe. No feet stuck out from the bottom of the robe, nor did hands show from under its sleeves. While the robe was tattered it was especially well worn especially torn up where it dragged against the floor. Curious, Molly ran towards him.

"H-hey! You! You in the robe! Who are you? What is this place?"

The figure did not respond to Molly's hails as she approached it. Nervous again, she slowed down to a slow walk, "Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright, mister?" She reached out to tap the figure on the shoulder, but when she did, the scratchy feeling robe sagged slightly under her touch. The young girl gasped loudly. This person had no body.

She quickly stepped back, arms up in front of her, ready to run at a moment's notice. Then, the figure turned around slowly to face her with nothing but two glowing yellow orbs where eyes should be under its dirty old cloak. These eyes appeared to move separately, sliding left, right, up or down randomly. Molly's eyes widened again as another gasp of surprised escaped her throat. The fact that figure had no body together with the situation as a whole scared Molly quite a bit. Then, without notice, it spoke in what sounded like two voiced at once. One was a squeaky sounding girl's voice, while the other was a very flat boy's voice. This once again provoked a small jump from Molly.

"Do not be afraid, we will not hurt you."

Miss Thatcher stood her ground, not quite as afraid, "W-who are you?"

"We are Tattle an-"

Molly interrupted, "You have no body!" she hissed, too scared to speak louder than a whisper.

The girl giggled while the boy sighed apathetically, "Do not worry about that, you will soon fine things much harder to believe than this. Now, as we were saying, we are-"

The excited young girl spoke again, this time very quickly, "My name is Molly Adeleine Thatcher, I was just painting in my room when I fell into it! I have no idea what's going on, or where I am! Can you help me?" Finally, she exhaled loudly.

The lights under the robe flashed crimson, while both voices made a frustrated noise, "No. We cannot tell you. However, there is a man named Kaze. I have a feeling he will be much more adept at helping you than we will. Come, follow us."

The figure pivoted on its "feet" before sliding forwards towards a small glass door that seemingly appeared out of thin air on the nearby wall.

"K-kaze? Who's that? Hey! W-wait for me!" Molly quickly ran after the figure, her footsteps echoing throughout the chamber.

Together, the artist with her mysterious accomplice stepped through a small entryway, the door opening until a brightly lit hallway, Molly turned around, to examine the room, only to find that the door she had just walked through had vanished. She shuddered, before turning her eyes on the sight before her.

The walls, floors even the ceiling were painted unlike any Molly had ever seen before. It was as if several artists all got together, began painting in random spots, with visions of knights in battle, various fruits, giant naval engagements, average people, all sorts of ideas, stopped in the middle then continued painting someone else's thoughts. All over the place, thoughts mixed with different colors, all running into one another. A Coca-cola logo met with the Mona Lisa. Elsewhere, American soldiers from the Great War charged into battle, heading straight towards a pack of buffalo. Above Molly's head was a brave looking cowboy with his gun at the ready facing off against a bowl of fruits. The young girl's jaw hung loose as her eyes wandered. Many images had their colors completely out of contrast, while some were toned in grey scales, while others were oddly twisted, smudged or blurred.

"It's-it's like I'm standing in my own brain...What's going on? I didn't paint this..."

The pair walked on, Molly gawking every which way, while the figure in brown glided next to her without twitching. Up ahead, another door appeared. This one was made of plain black wood, with an obnoxious lime green splash of paint across it.

"Go through that door, Kaze will be waiting for you. He will explain everything to you. We will see you again."

With that, the mysterious-floating-cloak-with-no-body-but-two-floating-eyes retreated, heading back to where the pair had come from. Molly watched curiously as it floated away. "W-wait! Who are you? You didn't tell me your name!" The figure ignored her questioning again. At once, the glass door materialized, slid open then disappeared, taking the brown cloaked person with it.

Unsure of what to do, Molly took one last look at the paintings all around her, turned, then twisted the doorknob.

[Puck]

A few minor mistakes, very good I must say xD

Originally Posted by Notsil

"We are Tattle an-

I spy with my little eye a lack of an ending quotation.

Originally Posted by Notsil

Molly interrupted, "You have no body!",* she hissed, too scared to speak louder than a whisper.

This comma should not be there.

Originally Posted by Still Notsil -_-

The girl giggled while the boy sighed apathetically.* "Do not worry about that, you will soon fine things much harder to believe than this. Now, as we were saying, we are-"

This is a repated mistake I noticed a few times when reading over your assignment. This period here should be a comma as it is leading into the quote. Find all the times you made this mistake, and fix them all.

Fis those and post here, or in the homeroom and your next assignment shall be up. ALSO I have a reading assignment for you, and that is to read "Knockin' on Heaven's Door," I would like you to read it ALL, and continue to keep up reading it until it is finished. Since this will be a long reading assignment it will most likely be the only one you have, so you're lucky.

Done, you happy now?

[Notsil]

*puts down pencil*

I'm done, I think...

[Puck]

ASSIGNMENT TIME!

Have little miss Molly turn the handle only to find it is locked(Le gasp), upon further inspection a note is found on the door for her. The note explains that this is her First test, at the bottom of the note there will be a clue that leads to the next note, after she finds the new note it leads to yet another, have this happen for a few times until a note leads her into a room with a giant canvas with the instructions, "Paint the World,". End the post as she finishes the painting.