Lovely [The Unedited Version]

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Lovely watched as the girl came up to her glass cage. The human starred at her through the glass, and then redirected her gaze to the card on the stand next to her. Lovely watched her eyes while she read and expected that, at any moment, the human would recoil in fear or disgust.

She was disappointed. The human looked back up at Lovely and smiled at her and placed her small hand on the glass. She felt a sudden rush of joy: no human- aside from the Experimentalists- had ever gotten this close to her.

Lovely raised her hand to the glass; she imagined that she could feel the heat from the girl’s hand. She smiled back at the human causing her to giggle and smile even wider.

Lovely tried to speak through the glass, but as her mouth moved the human girl’s smile faded. The human tilted her head and studied Lovely’s pale lips.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I can’t hear you.”

But Lovely could hear the human. Smiling sadly, she withdrew to the corner of her cage.

“Wait!” said the human, “I can try and lip read-you! My mommy says that I’m really good at it.”

Lovely cautiously moved back to the front of her box and starred into the human’s big brown eyes.

“Can you hear me?” asked the girl.

Lovely nodded.

“What are you?”

Lovely had expected that question, but Lovely herself didn’t know what she was. “I-I don’t know.”

Lovely watched for the human’s reaction. Nothing happened save the girl’s nodding.

“Who are you?” was the next question.

“I am Lovely.” This time Lovely responded immediately. She knew her name, which had been given to her by the kind female experimentalist.

“Who are you?” asked Lovely.

“You are lovely, but what is your name.” Lovely repeated her name.

“Your name is Lovely?” Lovely nodded.

“Mine is Ember.” said the girl waving her hand enthusiastically.

Just then Lovely’s curator seemed to notice the girl talking to her. He came over and pulled her away from Lovely. He knelt so he could look into Ember’s eyes.

“Little girl, you should not be touching its box. It is extremely dangerous and should not be approached. Your lucky that I got you away from it before it attacked.”

“The it you’re talking about is not an it. Sheis a she andshe would never attack me. Just because Lovely looks different doesn’t mean she’s mean.”

“It is a potential danger to man-kind and not something to be played with. Where are your parents?”

“They’re with my little brother. I came to the exhibit myself.”

“Let’s get you back to your family little girl.” He began to get up, but Ember tugged on his pant leg.

“I’m not little! I’m seven and my name’s Ember!”

“Alright big girl,” the man said chuckling, “Let’s get you back to your parents.”

Lovely watched as the curator lead Ember away. He had called her an it. Lovely was not an it. She was Lovely.

I am Lovely.

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Wow---so this all changed because I took a Creative writing class and got criticized to high heaven. For those of you who have already read this Mercy-Garce's name is now changed to Ember.