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StefaniGermanotta
Legacy Name: StefaniGermanotta


The Chibi Lain
Owner: JodieGermanotta

Age: 13 years, 1 month, 2 weeks

Born: January 30th, 2013

Adopted: 13 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 30th, 2013

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Statistics


  • Level: 7
     
  • Strength: 11
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Soil Mixer


School corridors are a noisy hustle and bustle of greetings and chats and jokes and laughter. But with her headphones in her ears, Stefani could ignore everything except the beat, the melody, the lyrics. Not that she particularly needed to ignore the chatter and greetings. She spent much of her time alone.

"What ya listening to little Sparrow?" The voice seemed to come from nowhere as the headphones were pulled roughly from her ears. She said nothing, staring at the floor as he mocked her music choices. She said nothing as he insisted on taunting her as "Sparrow" just because her plumage was not as bright as the other girls her age.

The bell rang for the start of class and she looked up at him, barely concealing her fear as he pushed her over before, laughing, he and his cronies headed to class. She sat on the floor, feeling invisible as everyone pushed past, leaving her there as the halls emptied.

She picked herself up, paused her music and headed to her classroom, stopping only at the bathroom, staring in the mirror and wishing she could change how she looked.

Her favorite subject was, and always had been, music. She loved the chance to be free, to play as she wanted. Her music was beautiful, even when she was told that she wasn't. Stefani may not have had the looks of a glorious and exotic song bird but a song by any bird was just as beautiful.

Swaying in time to her own music, Stefani drifted from class to class, taking notes even as she drew staves and treble clefs and quavers and rests in the margins. Stefani could write music even when she was supposed to be solving quadratic equations.

As often happened, Stefani stayed late after class so as not to run into the bully or any of her classmates that would taunt her passion. She walked through the empty corridors, her headphones firmly in her ears, unable to stop herself from singing along. Her voice was clear even though it was soft and she knew she would draw no attention yet.

As she reached the doors a poster caught her eye. She stared silently and felt a warm buzz start inside her stomach.

School Talent ContestAll entries accepted.

Grand Prize: 5,000,000sP

She left quickly, running home and making a decision quickly. She would enter the contest and she would sing and no one but no one would call her Sparrow any more.

*

The day of the contest rolled around far too quickly and Stefani tried to calm her stomach. She was so nervous. She didn't know what would happen. She shook, terrified that her classmates would watch her fail. She smoothed her feathers down, wishing she was anywhere but there.

The act before her finished, a young Feli who created a strangely knitted sculpture of the principal. Stefani took a deep breath and walked onto the stage, stepping forward into the spotlight...

"What ya doing Sparrow?" The voice echoed around the auditorium followed by the little giggles of the rest of her peers. Stefani exhaled and blinked slowly.

"My name is Stefani. Not Sparrow. You'd do well to remember it." She spoke into the microphone. The auditorium murmured as the music started and she began to sing.

A hush fell over the auditorium, Stefani rocked and sang her heart out. As she sang louder, the auditorium began to cheer her name, chanting and cheering as she finished.

"My name is Stefani. Now no one will forget it."

CREDITS

Art by User not found: mcbeast
Art by Kip
Art by ryn
Story by User not found: torch

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