Post by Sparkly on Dec 24, 2017 10:59:53 GMT -5
Young Child:
Aurora stretched to look out the window at the falling snow. "Lilac! Benny! It's snowing! Come see!" She called out excitedly. The six-year old looked over her shoulder as her older siblings approached. Her older sister scooped Aurora up in her arms, placing her on the windowsill. Aurora pressed one hand against the window, her breath misting up the glass. "C'mon, let's go outside!" Benny, her older brother, said excitedly. Aurora hopped down from the windowsill, running off. Lilac rolled her eyes, sighing, and following the younger two children.
A few minutes later, the three children were outside in the snow. Aurora scooped a small amount of snow into her hand, before adding more on, pressing it into a snowball. She turned around, tossing it at her brother, who was a few metres away. The young girl giggled as it hit Benny square on the shoulder. "Hey!" The older child protested. "Not nice!" He packed a snowball of his own, tossing it at Aurora. The younger girl dodged behind Lilac, their older sister, so that the snowball hit Lilac in the chest. "Oi!" Lilac called out playfully. "I'm going to get you!"
Soon enough, the three children were firmly engaged in a snowball fight. Wet, white snow was being tossed all over the place, some had gone down the boots and necks of the three children, some was stuck to their gloves and hats, and Aurora was pretty sure that a few flakes had gone into her mouth. Laughter was prominent in the scene, all three children giggling wildly whenever a snowball landed. Before long, it was getting dark, and the three children went inside.
Aurora and Benny tucked themselves under a blanket in the living room. Ten minutes later, Lilac came through, holding three mugs of hot chocolate. The older girl handed each sibling their respective mug, before setting her own down on a table. Aurora's older sister quickly fetched a plate of gingerbread, before sitting down on the sofa, starting a comedy TV show. Aurora snuggled into the cushions on the couch, smiling. To her, this was Christmas.
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Older Child:
Aurora sighed as she shut the car door, fastening her seatbelt. As the car pulled away, the eleven-year-old waved halfheartedly at her parents, who were still standing on the pavement outside of the library, the supervisor standing beside them. As she lost sight of them, she looked away, turning to the pile of presents from her parents on the seat beside her. When they got back, they'd be going under the foster family's tree, among those labelled with unfamiliar names. On Christmas day, she'd be forced to eat food and pull crackers and open presents and carry out unfamiliar family traditions with people that she hardly knew. Aurora knew that. As the house would get fuller and fuller, there would be less and less places to hide. People would smile and ask about her, but they didn't really want to know. The truth might be too awful, and this is Christmas, after all.
Aurora hated being with a foster family. It wasn't her parents' fault that they were alcoholic. If anything, it was her fault - her bad behavior had driven them to drink. The girl had gotten used to being hungry and dirty. To Aurora, the smell of beer and sticky floors and bruised, bloody wounds was normal. Then, CPS had pulled her up, questioned her, and slammed her into this group of strangers who were doing their best to appear like they cared, but they didn't care. Nobody cared. And they said that this was "Better for her". Better for her, how? How exactly is uprooting a little girl from all that she's ever known helping her?
As the car pulled up outside the foster family's house, Aurora tried not to seem too eager to leave the car. She tried to not show her longing to race off across the road, into a freer life. It hurt to feel this way, but she had to put a smile on her face, and push through it. Aurora missed her family, but there was nothing that she could do about that. She had a foster family, but she felt like she was celebrating Christmas alone.
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Teenager:
Aurora closed the computer lid with a sigh. The 17-year-old girl had been at university for a few months now, but this was her first Christmas alone. She'd even rather that she was with a foster family than this. It was Christmas break, so Aurora had no work to do. Her roommate, Cassidy, had gone home for the Christmas holidays, so she had nobody really to talk to. All that she had was herself, TV, and writing. Aurora had been writing a diary for about eight months now. Normally, she only wrote a few paragraphs a day, but since Christmas break had started five days ago, she'd written pages and pages, every single day. Aurora looked out of the window.
It was dirty, cloudy weather. The roads and paths were covered in dark ice, stained black from petrol fumes and being trodden on for hours. Aurora slid her legs off the bed, standing up. Her footsteps were light and padding as she wandered over to the fridge, pulling out a small tupperware box. She clicked the lid off, revealing a thin slice of Christmas cake. Cassidy had invited her to a Christmas party for her chess club before she had left - probably out of pity - as the other girl had been allowed to bring along a friend, and Aurora had gotten some Christmas cake there. It had been from one of Cassidy's friends, Abigail - presumably, the best baker on campus. Aurora had flung it from the annoyingly festive napkin into a tupperware box when she had gotten back to the dorms, slung it into the fridge, and forgotten about it. Well, it was Christmas eve... maybe she should try it.
The teenager transferred the cake from the box, onto a plate. She left the cake out for a few minutes whilst she wrote some more, waiting for it to warm up to room temperature. Finally, she went over, taking a bite. Huh. It really was living up Aurora's expectations. The girl went over to the window, leaning up against it as she took another bite out of the cake. Suddenly, Aurora's phone buzzed with a message. She checked it - it was from one of her friends from home, Avery. "How are you?" It read. Aurora smiled, replying. "I'm good. You?" As the two pinged messages back at forth, it suddenly occured to Aurora that, well... she was happy. Eating cake leaning up against a windowsill, texting her friend from home. Maybe Christmas wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Present Day (Earth 1):
Aurora had never felt so happy. It was Christmas, and she got to spend it with people that she liked being around. The twenty-two-year-old hadn't spent Christmas with people that she enjoyed being with since she was seven - that was fifteen years of bad Christmases. Now... it was different. She lived in Central City now, and was a superhero! How cool was that? She was a part of Team Flash, and knew Team Arrow. Aurora looked around. Teammates and friends were scattered all around her. It was Christmas eve, and they were having a Christmas party. Everybody already had had plans for Christmas day.
She pushed through the crowds, grinning. As Aurora looked out of the window of the building that the group was in, she noticed that it was snowing. She smiled even wider - if that was even possible - pressing herself up against the window. Eventually, people noticed her, and that it was snowing, starting to congregate around the window. Aurora perched herself on the windowsill, smiling as she watched the snowflakes fall.
Suddenly, Aurora realised it. It was finally, properly, Christmas. All the Christmases before, she hadn't yet found what she truly stood for. Now? She had a life. She had a beautiful life, with wonderful friends, and perhaps even a proper family, if things worked out right in her love life. It was truly Christmas. And, to her, this Christmas was perfect. This was Christmas.
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Basically, I wanted to write something for Christmas, and I was watching a The Flash outtakes video at the time, so I decided to write my The Flash OC's Christmases at different periods of her life. This was basically all written today. My hand hurts. Ow.
Aurora stretched to look out the window at the falling snow. "Lilac! Benny! It's snowing! Come see!" She called out excitedly. The six-year old looked over her shoulder as her older siblings approached. Her older sister scooped Aurora up in her arms, placing her on the windowsill. Aurora pressed one hand against the window, her breath misting up the glass. "C'mon, let's go outside!" Benny, her older brother, said excitedly. Aurora hopped down from the windowsill, running off. Lilac rolled her eyes, sighing, and following the younger two children.
A few minutes later, the three children were outside in the snow. Aurora scooped a small amount of snow into her hand, before adding more on, pressing it into a snowball. She turned around, tossing it at her brother, who was a few metres away. The young girl giggled as it hit Benny square on the shoulder. "Hey!" The older child protested. "Not nice!" He packed a snowball of his own, tossing it at Aurora. The younger girl dodged behind Lilac, their older sister, so that the snowball hit Lilac in the chest. "Oi!" Lilac called out playfully. "I'm going to get you!"
Soon enough, the three children were firmly engaged in a snowball fight. Wet, white snow was being tossed all over the place, some had gone down the boots and necks of the three children, some was stuck to their gloves and hats, and Aurora was pretty sure that a few flakes had gone into her mouth. Laughter was prominent in the scene, all three children giggling wildly whenever a snowball landed. Before long, it was getting dark, and the three children went inside.
Aurora and Benny tucked themselves under a blanket in the living room. Ten minutes later, Lilac came through, holding three mugs of hot chocolate. The older girl handed each sibling their respective mug, before setting her own down on a table. Aurora's older sister quickly fetched a plate of gingerbread, before sitting down on the sofa, starting a comedy TV show. Aurora snuggled into the cushions on the couch, smiling. To her, this was Christmas.
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Older Child:
Aurora sighed as she shut the car door, fastening her seatbelt. As the car pulled away, the eleven-year-old waved halfheartedly at her parents, who were still standing on the pavement outside of the library, the supervisor standing beside them. As she lost sight of them, she looked away, turning to the pile of presents from her parents on the seat beside her. When they got back, they'd be going under the foster family's tree, among those labelled with unfamiliar names. On Christmas day, she'd be forced to eat food and pull crackers and open presents and carry out unfamiliar family traditions with people that she hardly knew. Aurora knew that. As the house would get fuller and fuller, there would be less and less places to hide. People would smile and ask about her, but they didn't really want to know. The truth might be too awful, and this is Christmas, after all.
Aurora hated being with a foster family. It wasn't her parents' fault that they were alcoholic. If anything, it was her fault - her bad behavior had driven them to drink. The girl had gotten used to being hungry and dirty. To Aurora, the smell of beer and sticky floors and bruised, bloody wounds was normal. Then, CPS had pulled her up, questioned her, and slammed her into this group of strangers who were doing their best to appear like they cared, but they didn't care. Nobody cared. And they said that this was "Better for her". Better for her, how? How exactly is uprooting a little girl from all that she's ever known helping her?
As the car pulled up outside the foster family's house, Aurora tried not to seem too eager to leave the car. She tried to not show her longing to race off across the road, into a freer life. It hurt to feel this way, but she had to put a smile on her face, and push through it. Aurora missed her family, but there was nothing that she could do about that. She had a foster family, but she felt like she was celebrating Christmas alone.
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Teenager:
Aurora closed the computer lid with a sigh. The 17-year-old girl had been at university for a few months now, but this was her first Christmas alone. She'd even rather that she was with a foster family than this. It was Christmas break, so Aurora had no work to do. Her roommate, Cassidy, had gone home for the Christmas holidays, so she had nobody really to talk to. All that she had was herself, TV, and writing. Aurora had been writing a diary for about eight months now. Normally, she only wrote a few paragraphs a day, but since Christmas break had started five days ago, she'd written pages and pages, every single day. Aurora looked out of the window.
It was dirty, cloudy weather. The roads and paths were covered in dark ice, stained black from petrol fumes and being trodden on for hours. Aurora slid her legs off the bed, standing up. Her footsteps were light and padding as she wandered over to the fridge, pulling out a small tupperware box. She clicked the lid off, revealing a thin slice of Christmas cake. Cassidy had invited her to a Christmas party for her chess club before she had left - probably out of pity - as the other girl had been allowed to bring along a friend, and Aurora had gotten some Christmas cake there. It had been from one of Cassidy's friends, Abigail - presumably, the best baker on campus. Aurora had flung it from the annoyingly festive napkin into a tupperware box when she had gotten back to the dorms, slung it into the fridge, and forgotten about it. Well, it was Christmas eve... maybe she should try it.
The teenager transferred the cake from the box, onto a plate. She left the cake out for a few minutes whilst she wrote some more, waiting for it to warm up to room temperature. Finally, she went over, taking a bite. Huh. It really was living up Aurora's expectations. The girl went over to the window, leaning up against it as she took another bite out of the cake. Suddenly, Aurora's phone buzzed with a message. She checked it - it was from one of her friends from home, Avery. "How are you?" It read. Aurora smiled, replying. "I'm good. You?" As the two pinged messages back at forth, it suddenly occured to Aurora that, well... she was happy. Eating cake leaning up against a windowsill, texting her friend from home. Maybe Christmas wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Present Day (Earth 1):
Aurora had never felt so happy. It was Christmas, and she got to spend it with people that she liked being around. The twenty-two-year-old hadn't spent Christmas with people that she enjoyed being with since she was seven - that was fifteen years of bad Christmases. Now... it was different. She lived in Central City now, and was a superhero! How cool was that? She was a part of Team Flash, and knew Team Arrow. Aurora looked around. Teammates and friends were scattered all around her. It was Christmas eve, and they were having a Christmas party. Everybody already had had plans for Christmas day.
She pushed through the crowds, grinning. As Aurora looked out of the window of the building that the group was in, she noticed that it was snowing. She smiled even wider - if that was even possible - pressing herself up against the window. Eventually, people noticed her, and that it was snowing, starting to congregate around the window. Aurora perched herself on the windowsill, smiling as she watched the snowflakes fall.
Suddenly, Aurora realised it. It was finally, properly, Christmas. All the Christmases before, she hadn't yet found what she truly stood for. Now? She had a life. She had a beautiful life, with wonderful friends, and perhaps even a proper family, if things worked out right in her love life. It was truly Christmas. And, to her, this Christmas was perfect. This was Christmas.
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Basically, I wanted to write something for Christmas, and I was watching a The Flash outtakes video at the time, so I decided to write my The Flash OC's Christmases at different periods of her life. This was basically all written today. My hand hurts. Ow.
