I was bored, got inspired by The Beauty Of Scars - a Biana Vacker autobiography, and thought, why not? So here are a few recollections (and new scenes that I made up) from our favorite Marella's point of view.
Hey. I’m Marella. Marella Redek? You probably know me better as Forgotten.
It wasn’t always like that though. Being a level one at Foxfire, I was the center of attention. I was known as The Gossip Queen, and I loved it. I knew all about Lyren’s parents who’re secretly in divorce. I knew all about Stina’s dad’s “fake fiasco” (which was hilarious, by the way). I knew everything about everyone, and who wouldn’t want in on that?
It also doesn’t hurt that I’m extremely good at hiding my true feelings. Mostly. Growing up without a dad and a mom whose deemed crazy gets pretty rough. I’ve always wondered if I’m really the one to blame for the accident. Guilt’s a fatal thing, yeah, yeah, but it’s like a river. Once it trickles in, you can’t prevent it from flooding. Even if it comes in small scoops. Especially if it comes in small scoops. Ugh, being all metaphorical is so not my forte. At least everyone saw me as this flattering, gossipy elf.
And then Princess Prettypants came along.
She was definitely the official unofficial Queen of Perfect. If I didn't know better, I'd probably say she was even worse than Stina. Her striking teal eyes could put any boy she wanted under her spell. With a swish of her curls, she could crumble anyone’s reputation. By batting her eyelashes, she could get anyone to do anything she wanted. I swear—if I wasn’t so busy hating her, I’d probably be in love with her. But I saw the deeper, darker, side of Biana Vacker. That girl had a fatal flaw—and it wasn’t guilt. It was jealousy. I vividly remember the time she came up to me and spat, “You’ll never be on my level, Redick. Go cry to your mom and hope she doesn’t start laughing.” Sure, the brat was only eleven, but her words cut deeper than any knives that could’ve been stabbed into my skin by the Neverseen. I remember the nasty scowl painted over her delicate features, the way her overly glossed lips slightly trembled. I also remember the treacherous bucketload of tears that leaked out of my eyes, and her satisfied expression of hurting an already-broken girl. I made a vow that day. I’d never make that idiot’s life easy again. The Queen was officially dethroned.
You know the saying, “if everyone’s unique, no one’s unique”? Or was it, “if no one’s unique, everyone’s unique”? Whatever. Point is: Sophie Foster was unique. And I’m not just talking about her freaky eyes or weird name. That girl radiated power. Though no one would’ve ever noticed. When Dame Alina announced the new prodigy that day, the poor thing pretty much sprinted out, desperate for some closure. I had to stifle a laugh. She was going to get eaten up. I mean—who comes into Foxfire in the middle of the year? Had I known I was going to befriend the most powerful elf in history, well, maybe I would’ve been a bit nicer.
But me being the caring person that I already was, I saved her from the drooly disaster that she could’ve been a part of her first day. And you know how the great Sophie Foster repaid me? She made heart eyes at Fitz the whole time. Who does that? Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice her way-too-naïve manner. Sophie barely knew anything about Foxfire. I was starting to consider that she was a troll in disguise.
I was seriously about to act on the whole actually-a-troll idea when the splotching competition came into play. I sucked at telekinesis, so, begrudgingly, I was among the first people out. To Stina. Ugh. You would not believe the shock that registered on my face when I saw Sophie advance. It was all worth it, though, when she put Stina in her place. Snot-green was not her color. That was the moment when I officially joined the Sophie Foster Fan Club. If someone like Sophie could get on Stina’s bad side, she was my type of girl.
And then something weird happened. Sophie Foster, a level two, was up against the almighty Fitz Vacker. And she won. I think Biana’s jealousy was rubbing off on me, because I couldn’t figure out if I was amazed or loathful. I settled on loathful, because right after, she ditched me. Pushed me aside like I was gum on the bottom of her privileged shoe. At those moments I wished I had a normal parent to vent to. To rage to. To cry to. But no, I was stuck with my awful life while Sophie and Biana manifested into amazing abilities and became the ultimate best friends.
Fast-forward a few years, and I’m still kicked to the curb like I’m useless. And maybe I was. After all, I started talking to Stina while Sophie was off with the Neverseen kicking her butt. I’d be lying if I said I wanted that, but I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t. It was conflicting.
Still, I did nothing. I closed all ties with the “Mysterious Miss F.” Because who needed her when they had me?
Eep, I kind of forgot about this (sorry!), so I tried to write as quick as possible. Then, schoolwork got in the way, and... you get it. But here's Chapter 3!
For someone who knows everything about everyone, I am much more secretive than I let on. Especially about my life at home. But I have to document it somewhere, don’t I?
Imagine: a dad who barely talks to you, a mom who everyone calls crazy, and no real friends to talk to. Congratulations! You’ve stepped into my bitter life!
My dad’s barely at home—off doing some stuff for the Council or something. And when he is, he ignores me most of the time now. I remember when he asked me to go on a trip with him once when I was a toddler. Looking back, I don’t remember anything about what happened, but I remember the emotion. The emotion of feeling worthy for once. Oh, and black. Lots and lots of black.
Speaking about emotion, people love to play with my feelings about my mom. Those suckers think they can get to me, and they can. I just tuck it away. It’s not like anyone’s going to notice. But one day, things changed with my mother. One second, she was feeling fine, and the next, she lunged across the room, ready to strangle me. Mood swings are frequent for her, but she never resorted to violence. This was right after that Princess Prettypants manifested as a stupid vanisher. Everything was going so great until she manifested. The subconscious part of my mind says that it’s not her fault whatsoever, but I didn’t care. It’s not like she ever saw me broken and vulnerable at my worst times.
Back to the flashback, I was pinned against the wall while she screamed and yelled all of these hurtful things. I thrashed, kicked, did anything really, but it was no use. Only when she was ready to collapse from exhaustion did she let go. I tried to ignore her as much as possible ever since. Not for my sake, but for hers.
Aw, yay! I'm glad people are still reading this after I didn't post since Dec. 30th...
Shannon hasn’t made another book since November 5th! And yet I will still read Book 9. One of my favorite comic artists hasn’t posted a page since March. And yet I still wait for her to post the next one. Evelina, time doesn’t matter with an amazing piece like this.