His hair swished and flailed in the slight breeze. His hooves glittered like polished metal in the dull light of the room. A black and white film played in front of them as she took in every detail of the new student in her biology class.
"Mickey...", she heard herself whisper.

"Now remember to read up on mitosis tonight ready for your test tomorrow, pages 16-20." she heard the droning voice of her teacher say.

Poor guy, he just started at this school anmd already has to experience one of Mr. Mowie's Cell Replication tests.

As she gathered her books, she gazed down at her notepad. Oh no. She'd been doodling again. Sketches of hearts surrounded a deeply etched 'Aquanena & Mickey forever'. She tore off the page of scrap paper and scrunched it with all her might. It would have earned her three points in basketball if she had been shooting it through a hoop instead of into a bin. She stepped out into what resembled a crazy stampede of antelope fleeing to their next class before the over-excited hall monitors gave them detention slips for skipping class.

She switched her aged biology textbooks for clean sketch pads as she headed to her art lesson. If she had been ten seconds later she wouldn't have had the opportunity to flee from the monitors as they claimed their next victims. Her padded stool melted to her shape as she took her place at the very back corner of the room. The breeze through the open window and the gardens beyond the dilapidated walls of the school helped to inspire her artwork every time she needed help, and even her least favourite day of the year couldn't hold her back.

"Today class," Miss Ortis said a little too cheerfully "I want you to produce an artwork that represents some part of Valentine's Day."
Great. She was hoping that this would be one lesson she could remove the whole notion out of her head.
"It can be any aspect of the holiday, as long as it shows some form of the affection shared."
Vomitworthy much?

She looked out the window constantly throughout the lesson with nothing on her mind. What the heck was she going to draw regarding her most hated holiday of the year. She glanced around the room at everybody else's art. Her eyes rolled in their sockets as she saw images of teddy bears bearing soppy messages and hearts with images of interlocked hands inside them. None which even began to inspire her. She g

As she stumbled through the horror-struck streets avoiding the chaos of other people in the same situation as herself, Ori felt hot, salty tears stream down her filthy cheek and she was supported by only her parents??? grip. Her feet, bare and bruised had become numb hours before and the sound of the first blast still rang in her ears. Only five years into her life and she was forced into this cruel, dark world of peril.

In only four days her world had transformed before her eyes from a sanctuary away from the terrors of the war in the rest in the country into a war-zone. Her parents were covered in cuts and injuries head-to-toe and had to put their whole heart into supporting her. She had left all her remaining belongings back at her home and was lucky to escape when a bomb hit as they fled. Her grandmother was the unlucky one and Ori still remembered the shock on her face as they left her at the doorway.

She could hear explosions of land mines going off in every direction and the air was clouded with dust and debris. She could feel the broken wood beneath her feet as she regained the feeling in her toes and sharp pain sliced into her soles as needles of wood embedded themselves into her flesh. She limped to avoid causing more pain and when her mother noticed her flinching, she lifted her up and carried her close to her heart. The pain was there, but with Ori in her arms, she fought the acid flowing through her arms and forced herself to keep going.

As they approached the bomb shelter, Ori was placed back onto the ground to allow her to walk around before being cramped in a tiny shelter. The shelter was filthy, like the streets, but it was all that the people could rely on. Ori struggled over to a stack of grain sacks and sat herself upon them. They were quite hard and uncomfortable, but she didn???t complain, as her bed at home was no better. She rested her trembling legs on the sacks and tried to take her mind off of the situation at hand. Ori???s mind became a blur between dream and reality as she pictured her last birthday cake, a panda with candles streaming out like bamboo. She continued picturing herself blowing the exquisite candles out but instead of dimming, they blew up in her face. She awoke from this memory when she heard a land mine explode outside. She looked around the shelter but was confused to not see her parents??? faces anywhere. Ori jumped up and streamed to the exit of the bomb shelter.

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