marchella
Legacy Name: marchella

I loved my birthday, though, despite my fussy friends. The birthday gift boxes were wrapped in luxurious wrapping-paper, and inside each held some dearly costing item. There was nothing more to ask for; I had riches, grand clothes and servants. I always thought we were rich and looked down on the poor. Each time our doorbell rang and the visitor revealed a lowly vagrant, I spat at them that they had no respect for one of the richest families in the world and to be off.

Of course, we were never always rich. When I was still a tiny priggle, we were quite poor. Over a few days I noticed our food considerably getting more expensive. From food that cost 100 sP, it rose to food that cost 100,000 sP to 500,000 sP all the way until the food cost us millions. I asked my owner how she got the food. She said she paid for it. I asked her how we got so rich. She said she worked hard.

My owner always spoiled me with expensive items, so every time she bought me a minion that cost her millions of sP, she told me not to worry and that it didn't even dent our sP vault. But everyday my owner got a whole stack of sMails and every time she read one, her face would go pale. I caught sight of one of the sMails once, and it was titled 'How long more must I wait for those subeta Points?' I asked her, but she said that she had lent her friends some money and she needed it back.

That birthday, she bought me another minion. The very next day I took a stroll with my new companian, whom I'd named Lake, just for the sake of showing him off, expecting envious cries of 'Wow, Chell, where did you get that fancy minion?' 'I wish I had a minion like yours!' 'I want your minion!' But instead, I heard insults being shouted at Lake, and I realized that these insults came from one of my friends who was taking a stroll with her minion as well.

She snickered as I walked past with a sneer on her face, then started to insult me for being nothing better than a beggar, and that Lake would ruin her reputation and to stay clear of her whenever I was with 'that mutt'. And then she strutted off with her own minion, walking a few distances away from me as if I was a disease.

I was puzzled. My owner never bought me something if it cost less than 50 million sP. I kept on going, and soon I was a laughing stock. The people who I knew stared at me with looks of astonishment and sometimes stopped to shout at me a few sentences of insult.

As soon as I came home I ran up to my owner's bedroom, meaning to ask her what they had meant by Lake being a cheap mutt. She wasn't there, so I ran downstairs to the living room. Not there either. I combed the whole house for her except for my bedroom, which she knew was forbidden for her to go in unless I had given her permission. She wasn't in any of the places. So I went back to my bedroom, thinking that maybe she had gone out for a stroll as well.

And when I opened the door I caught my owner looking under my bed. When she caught sight of me, she turned pale and stuttered that she was looking for my previous minion. Forgetting what I had meant to ask her, I demanded why. She said that she wanted to sell it. That threw me into a rage. We never had to sell anything before, especially not the minions I used, which she knew I wanted to keep.

She said that it was no use now, now that I had another minion. It was then I realized that she was carrying a plastic bag full of minions. My minions, to be precise. All the minions I had previously used, the ones that she said didn't even dent our sP vault.

And when I asked her how much Lake had even cost her, she muttered large figures. I didn't believe her. I didn't believe anything she was saying. She said that the minions were for charity, which made me disbelieve her even more. We never gave anything to charity if we could help it, and we could help this. Before I could say another word, she snatched up my previous minion who was under the bed and left quickly.

The very next day we got another of those sMails, and as my owner started to tremble reading it, I grabbed it from her and finally decided to find out what was going on. I couldn't believe my eyes as I read it. My owner said that she had lent her friends some sP, but it turns out it was the other way around.

And as I rummaged in our mail box, I pulled out another whole stack of letters, all from loan sharks, and they were all asking for more than millions of sP. So this was why she wanted my minions, she wanted to sell them, in exchange for another minion which cost a mere 1 sP.

The next morning I was cold. I didn't catch a cold, I realized that I was shivering. I opened my eyes to a complete nightmare. I was in a snowy, freezing tundra. Snow was coming down quick. A blizzard. A bad dream, I told myself, and went back to sleep. When I woke up I learned nothing new.

I'd been abandoned.
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And so that was how I had lived for a hundred years, wishing to one day be found and be put into a cozy bed again, and to be able to sleep without worries or fright. I hope that someday I can somehow go back, back to the days when we were poor, but a family.

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Name: Marchella Ev... Just Marchella

Gender: Female

Alias: Chella/Chell

Sign: Pisces

Lives: Artic Frost

Height: Don't care

Weight: Don't care

Art: x