The Mysterious Red Tuft
By Mia Booy
Ivy Forest Leaf was a forest dweller and a elementor, having all the powers in the world she could do everything but bring life to the world. Yet although she could magic up most things she wanted, Ivy knew that all she really believed in was just a friend that would understand her, but she knew that would never come into the world. Going to a school with young elves Ivy made little friends, and big enemies she could never control with her magic, of fear of hurting them so her life was always miserable because her only friends were in her imagination. She never got help and always had to stand up for herself on her own and was always ignored, excluded and treated unfairly as though her she was invisible to everyone, life couldn’t get any better. At home things did get better a little better Ivy was a pure tomboy and her brother Tom Leaf helped her control her powers and managed her tomboyish ways being a teenage boy himself, they would talk together about the techniques of being a tomboy so if Ivy ever meet a tomboy like her she would be able to teach so that person would know all the techniques and maybe just maybe she would make a friend. Whenever Ivy thought about that a warm friendly feeling swelled inside her and filled her up. Even though school was hard Ivy knew she could get through the day there were other people living out there with nothing to eat and no money to get more food, wethers ivy had lots of food and money to get more food so why was she complaining. Even though school was hard Ivy knew that it could be worse.
School carried on and the end of term felt as though it would never come. But worst still the bullies were making up for the long holiday ahead Ivy was called the restless target because she was the favourite punching bag everyone loved Ivy, not in a good way though and for these couple more weeks Ivy realized she was loved even more only for her existence, her existence to be punched. Even though Ivy hated this torture it was no point getting back she just went about her none punching days being punched kicked and tortured, the only time she could escape was when school ended she would run through the prickles and thorns and long cutty grass just to be with her family. Being with her family she felt safe sleep would come and school would arrive quick so ivy made her afternoon as wonderfully long as possible. One very uneventful morning Ivy woke to find a trail of small red tufts of fur, that meant an animal had taken a visit but how it had gotten up the ladder was a mystery to her. Ivy and her family lived in a small hut like house, one like the house in the movie the little house on the prairie. So as you can imagine there were stairs leading up to her bedroom (her brother slept down below), so any way the little tufts of fur were spread throughout the house and ran down to a little burrow ivy hadn’t noticed before. Down there was a little fox curled up in thistle down when the fox saw her kind face she leapt into her arms, Ivy cradled the small fox, when the little fox turned its head to nuzzle her face Ivy saw that only one name would suit this bundle, she would call this fox ginger. A few days later Ivy saw her dream come true this fox was all she was waiting for her friend for life the one that understands her Ivy would never feel alone again.
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