Barbie In The Nutcracker Clara Novels & Stories

Clara explained. I stared at the girls and waved. Cas was still there, and he gave me a nod to let me know he spotted me. “So, who are you with? I haven’t seen you at any event before.” Clara said. I took a good look at her. She was beautiful, but she looked nothing like the other women here. Her dark hair was in thick braids, matching the dark brown color of her dress. She had big diamond earrings and looked around thirty years old. “I’m not with anyone,” I replied. Before I could say more, the girls ran over me, their faces covered in chocolate. “Mommy!”

"Bloom made it here?" The female Kryst huffed loudly which made Barbie look at her with distaste. She has a dark long silky hair, cascaded in careful curls. Her face was powdered and full of make up. She looked like a clown in the market of Galenus that Barbie used to love watching. A pretty much nicely dressed female clown. When she talked, it was sassy and girly that Barbie would want to vomit outside. "That Bloom was such a bitch. She never even have friends. How can she survive in the next game?" She mocked while staring at herself in the mirror. Zabdiel secretly gagged at the smell of her perfume.

-We need to go," Barbie said again. Clara and I stood silently in thought. -Or we can go look for her in the woods, maybe she's just there with the boy," Clara finally spoke. Or perhaps it is your body that is there. -All right, come on," Barbie took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. She's fine. I know I don't.

I said, pushing my chair back a little to give myself breathing room. Kim leaned back, crossing her arms, her granola bar down to a stub as she grinned at Hannah. “Dancing alone, huh? Nice try, but I’m not sold. Clara, we need a plan, maybe bribe her with donuts, because she’s hiding something, and I want to know,” she said, her voice sly, brushing crumbs off her shirt as she shot me a sideways glance.

I open up my locker again and she shuts it again. Where's a giant cockroach when you need one. "Okay, that's it shut my locker one more time barbie and I will bash your face in it." "You know because of you I missed my yoga class on Friday," she says glaring at me. "Ha, that's were you wrong barbie. That's your own fault." It's not worth it. The detention and punishment from Klara are not worth it so I decide to walk away before any of this can escalate any further.

She replied, filling her mouth with popcorn. " Nothing, can you turn it off, and get dressed? I went to take you out tonight, I don't know if you are not bored staying inside all day long. " he complained. Clara was reluctant at first but on a second thought she did as she was told, just a second before the business news if only she delayed she would have seen the most shocking revolution on screen. ******* Clara quickly got dressed , after staying indoors for so long she was starting to feel bored , which was why she accepted his invitation even though he was not the person she would have loved to spend tonight with.

Daisy shouts something about a party before I'm pulled away by Gray, to an apparent party. ~~~ •Minutes before Clara is presented as Queen• "This thing will be on in a minute, hurry up!" Cyrus screams through the room, his voice so loud that a few things shook. Cyrus was the kind of man you wouldn't want to mess with, he's very old school in his ways in more ways than others. He had let himself go in his old age, he had a round beer like belly and a shabby beard, with a temper that could scare anyone.

“Go now while you still have the light of day on your side” she urged. Rod steps inside first, disappearing completely. The blue haired woman pulls me back before I step foot inside and tells me “Clara, you have grown so much, I’m so proud. You are going to be faced with a terrible decision. It’s important you make the right one. Blessed be.” Then she pushes me though the entrance. I turn to look back but the way out has vanished. What did she mean by that?

Before I could draw, a voice cut through the air. “Enough.” Clara. She appeared at the top of the stairs, descending with the grace of a woman who no longer feared the devil in the room. She didn’t even look at me. “That’s enough mind games, Azia,” she said coldly. “You’ve had your fun.” She walked straight to the bar, snatched a glass, and downed it in one go. “I expected more drama,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “But of course, you ruined it before it even started.”

Then she took his hand, letting him pull her to the center of the room where some couples were already swaying slowly to the soft music playing in the background. Meanwhile, Clara watched everything with bright eyes. The pediatric doctor approached with a gentle smile, crouching to her level. "Your parents went to dance? Then I’ll invite this little princess to dance with me. Do you accept?" Clara looked at him, then at her parents, and made quick, excited signs: "Yes!" The doctor laughed, offering his hand. Clara accepted, her tiny fingers wrapping around his palm. He carefully led her closer to Rafael and Maitê, dancing slowly, spinning her gently.