How Opal Koboi Became Evil
Written on October 23rd, 2008 by Minerva ParadizoStory Details
- Status : Incomplete
- Category: General
- Author: Minerva Paradizo
- Word Count: 589
- Read 138 times
(3 votes, average: 4.33 out of 5)
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“TRUFFLES!!! GIMME SOME TRUFFLES!!” A nine year old Opal Koboi jumped up and down as her big sister, Ivy, held a box of the sweetest truffles in Haven about an inch above as high as she could jump. Ivy laughed. She reached into the box, and plopped a truffle into her mouth. Opal stared at her, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Opal! Get into this bathroom and clean the toilet! Your mother has had diarrhea all weekend, and the toilet is filthy!” Opal shuddered. Diarrhea. Toilet. Opal was about to faint.
“OPAL! BRING ME MY MARGARITA! NOW!!!” Toilet? Margarita? Margarita.
“Coming mother!” Little Opal ran into the kitchen. She was so used to making alcoholic drinks, she could make a living running a bar in the trashy parts of Haven. She brought the margarita to her mother, who was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, watching a movie on the television. Opal brought the margarita to her mother, who finished it in a swallow.
“Opal darling,” she said. Opal turned around, her eyes on her Mother’s. “DON’T LOOK AT ME! It will bleach my skin. Darling, I’ve always wanted to tell you something, and I think you’re finally old enough to hear it. Opal, darling. You’re destined to fail, and you’re destined to be a failure and a maid. Wasn’t that a fun talk?” Opal nodded, tears streaming down her face. Opal wished she had never been born.
~*~*~*~
Later that night, after the traumatic cleaning of the toilet, Opal lay on the floor of Ivy’s closet in the bathroom, shivering. That was where she lay every night. Because it was winter in Haven, the temperature was in the thirties, and her parents always kept the bathroom window open, and never offered to give her a blanket. The only thing Little Opal could do to keep warm was the huddle in a corner with her arms tucked into her shirt, her head between her knees, and huddling with some dirty clothes. Opal didn’t know she was being abused. She was only nine, after all. Sometimes, when Opal was certain everyone was asleep, and if she was feeling courageous, she would sneak into the kitchen, and steal some of the stale bread that was kept for her, and a little pork. Opal was too hungry to wait until her parents were asleep. She pulled her arms back through her sleeves, and opened the closet door. She snuck out of the bathroom, through Ivy’s room, and down the hall to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, and grabbed some pork. She ran back toward the bathroom, tiptoed through Ivy’s room, and went back into the closet to enjoy her treasure. She was halfway through her piece when Ivy walked into the bathroom. She saw Opal.
“You are SO dead, twerp.” Opal was scared to the point of not moving.
“Ivy, please. Don’t tell on me. They’ll hurt me. Please Ivy.” Ivy laughed and ran out. Opal grabbed all the clothes she could get ahold of, including Ivy’s best sweater and coat, and ran to the window. She climbed onto the vanity, and jumped to the ground. She ran as fast as her little nine-year-old feet could take her. Then, after she was numb with cold, she pulled on another t-shirt, and another three after that, a long sleeve shirt, another pair of jeans that were way to long and wide for her small frame, and Ivy’s best sweater, then her jacket. She didn’t know where to go next.
October 23rd, 2008 at 8:55 pm
‘Your mother has had diarrhea all weekend’
Egad! TMI my friend, TMI.
‘Because it was winter in Haven’
Wha….??? They live in the center of the earth. At the center of the earth, there is a large ball of liquid magma we call ‘the core’ are you tellin’ me that Haven, who lives practically right on top of this, GETS TO BE 30 DEGREES IN THE WINTER? Now, THAT would suck.
Hmmmmmm just to check, you do know that Opal’s family was rich and she was loved right? Okay, just checking. As a what if? story, not bad, rather likely. Again, everyone always remembers those blasted truffles.
October 23rd, 2008 at 10:13 pm
I’m writing it like her family was absolutely evil!! MWAHAHAHA! Okay, just joking. TY for the review!
October 23rd, 2008 at 10:37 pm
No problemo! Sorry if I sounded rude and that I was flaming your story.
October 23rd, 2008 at 11:23 pm
Wow……………………………………..
I have nothing nice to say about Opal mom.
Why isn’t Ivy abused?
October 24th, 2008 at 2:10 am
’cause she’s the favorite?
October 24th, 2008 at 2:43 am
OOC is all I have to say.
and Artymon, you’ve commented on EVERY story I’ve read!!
October 24th, 2008 at 2:54 am
Really? Most interesting. Perhaps I’m stalking you! Boo! Hahahahaha!
—the seriously deranged Artymon, ladies and getnlemen
October 24th, 2008 at 2:42 pm
Ivy’s not abused because she’s perfect. Just like me! *Bats eyelashes* Okay, not really. I just decided that Opal would become evil because her family hates her. Artymon, STOP FOLLOWING MIASAKI!!!
October 24th, 2008 at 7:48 pm
Okay *packs up equipment used to stalk Miasaki and moves on to new subject*
October 25th, 2008 at 3:01 pm
UPDATE! This is so cool!
October 26th, 2008 at 9:35 am
*Yawn* when is she updating!??!!??! We’ve been waiting days!!!!!!!! Write, or…well Miasaki knows what will happen.
October 26th, 2008 at 7:22 pm
I thought you stopped stalking me Artymon! I am trying to warn everyone that I have bronchitis and I am highly *cough* contagious.
October 27th, 2008 at 9:43 pm
Please don’t stalk me next.
Anywho,pretty funny.No offence, but if Opal is a super smart guinus little piexi,should’t she a little suspiesois or something?
October 27th, 2008 at 10:25 pm
I swear I wasn’t following you, Miasaki!!! If anything, you’re following me!!! Please don’t hurt me!!
Artymon: Yo, Thor!
Thor: WHAT!!!!!!!! SHUT UP KID!!!!!
*Thor smashes Artymon into ground and—file not found*
October 28th, 2008 at 8:57 pm
good Thor! I just enjoy commenting and comment on ALOT of stories for your big fat information, Artymon!! Stalking is too much trouble and it isn’t worth it (usually). I should know.
*15th comment hula*
November 1st, 2008 at 7:12 pm
I liked it. it almost makes me feel sorry for Opal… then again, she killed root.
November 22nd, 2008 at 1:49 am
you’re right. She deserves it.
November 29th, 2008 at 5:40 am
She didn’t deserve it at the time.
November 29th, 2008 at 5:48 am
Artymon: Thor!
Thor: WHAT IS THY DEMAND OF THEE?
Artymon: Could you, um, kill Opal Koboi?
Thor: SHE IS A FALSE PERSON!
Artymon: So are you!
Thor: HOW DARE THEE! *Thor beats up Artymon again*
Fill-In: You know Artymon has stalked everyone here? Really, I know, I work for him.
December 6th, 2008 at 5:41 am
Artymon never stalked me…and if he does…*holds up shurikens* Anyway, Opal was so pitiful! It’s too bad she’s evil now. Ugh. The thought of having to clean toilets filled with diarrhea is…*shudders*. Five stars!
December 6th, 2008 at 5:56 am
That little wench deserves it!
And, yeah, hate to break it to ya, but I monitor EVERYONE ON THIS SITE! Even the guy who reads this, the Editor who will undoubtedly delete this.
Yes, Samantha, yes, I see everything. I see the mailman, the teacher handing back homework, the food you got, EVERYTHING!
Nah, not really. I don’t have the time, money, or resources to pull something like that off. Though, it would be kinda fun to do…
December 6th, 2008 at 6:07 am
Samantha? Who’s Samantha? And you never stalked me.
December 6th, 2008 at 6:14 am
*yawn* or did I? (evil grin forms on face)
Fill-In/me: I doubt it, I’m surprised Artymon can find his way to the bathroom without a map.
Artymon: SHUT UP!!
Fill-In/me: See? He can’t even compose an adequate retort!
December 6th, 2008 at 8:08 am
*holds up shurikens*, then *throws them at Artymon*
Artymon: *Screams in pain*
Vera: *laughs a silvery tinkly laugh that no way fits her*
Artymon: *gets sent to Tanjung Rambutan*
Vera: You never said who Samantha is.