Eleanor Chipmunk Costume Novels & Stories

There were students who dressed up as musketeers, as a king, as Queen Elizabeth, Dracula, someone dressed up as Olaf, angel, a Princess in a huge ball gown, a fairy, Mario and Luigi a damn marshmallow and a whole lot more which were so much to think about. I see Avery, dressed up as a slutty-looking Elsa from Frozen and I didn’t know Elsa had that kind of a provocative dress. It suited her though because of her blond hair that matches Elsa on the movie and she looked absolutely shimmering all over with all the glitter on. Her circle of friends looked expensive and wore really amazing costumes which transformed themselves into the characters they were copying. Martha laughs, “There’s even som

too. Eleanor’s lip curled in disgust. She wasn’t as stupid as her daughter, Chloe. Chloe saw a friend in Autumn; Eleanor saw a parasite. She had watched Autumn for years, hovering around the family, playing the role of the quiet, suffering mouse. But Eleanor knew better. She could see that there was something between Eric and that "Winter Girl."

Can I do them good? "This . . ." Eleanor frowns, undecided. "No, not good." She tosses it aside, then wanders around and plucks another one. "Thank God!" I suck in a deep breath of relief, for the first one wasn't my scene at all. The next one is an off-shoulders burgundy dress, cascading up to above the knees. Kind of my scene, I guess. "I'm sure this one will do," says Eleanor, then looks at me expectantly. "What do you think?"

Chin raised defiantly, the angry chipmunk folded her arms and dug in her heels. “C’mon Elen, let’s just find somewhere else to sit.” Angry chipmunk rebuffed her friend’s attempts to drag her away. The difference between the two girls was more than just their height, it was obvious in their personality too. The shorter one -I’ve dubbed her angry chipmunk because she had the size of one and probably meaner than one- was robust and she was of a hispanic descent. Her wide brown eyes were scrunched down in anger, making her olive skin kind of ruddy. Her friend, the tall and quiet one was pale, paler than me if such a thing was possible. Her brown here was plaited and parted to the side with a sil

And a runaway at that. Famallumi closed his eyes, and the room filled with a slight energetic charge. Buttercup yelped as she rubbed at her arms. The others just stood and watched as the elf's faerie clothing disappeared, replaced with faded blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a peach polo shirt. His hair remained the same, long, blond locks, but his pointy ears shrunk down to the rounded human shape, and his forehead shifted until his eyebrows resembled something closer to normal. Only his yellow cat eyes revealed he was anything other than a twenty-something male. A pair of sunglasses would hide that tell-tale sign.

It meant Damien had let his mother in before coming to the park, and he had intentionally chosen to keep that information to himself. She filed the data away in the dark without a single flicker of expression. It was a habit she had perfected during the Mercer Capital transition: you do not react to the threat until you have mapped the entire terrain. Eleanor looked different from the last time. Not dramatically—the same small-framed composure, the same careful attention to how she moved through an open space without leaving a footprint. But something about her internal alignment had been reorganized. The coat was lighter. It was a pale, crisp blue rather than the heavy winter wheat of their

Brittany shrugged, tilting her chin up with a smug smile, “My mother had it flown in directly from Milan. It is one-of-a-kind.” “You look like a real queen,” another classmate added, feeding her ego. “Well, someone has to keep the standards high around here,” Brittany replied, her eyes scanning the gates when the whispers around her instantly died down as the heavy iron gates opened once more and Eleanor and Eric stepped onto the path. Eleanor was dressed in a breathtaking, silvery-white dress that glowed with every movement and twinkled like fallen snow, making her look like an ethereal winter princess. The elegance of her silhouette had heads turning in unison.

It was like the teacher knew you couldn't do it but they just have the urge to embarrass students. I looked up from my note that was filled with drawings of a bike. I groaned inside my eyes, noticing a movement. Eleanor sat I'm the first row as usual, eyes glittering under the white light. She was wearing a floral green gown and a beanie. I don't like the beanie because it hides her beautiful hair. Focus idiot! You're being called to the board! Eleanor smiled encouragingly, nodding her head at me. I sighed, and some girls giggled beside me.

"You earned this peace, Elowen." Before she could answer, the brass bell above the front door chimed again. Eleanor Hart walked into the studio, carrying a large picnic basket wrapped in a red-and-white checkered cloth. Her face was bright, her hair neatly styled, and she wore a soft yellow dress that made her look years younger than the exhausted woman who had hidden in the Maple Street house for half a decade. "Good morning, children!" Eleanor announced cheerfully, setting the heavy basket onto a side desk. "I brought fresh blueberry muffins and hot cocoa. Owen, you left your thermos on the kitchen counter this morning, you silly boy."

She tore out the red ribbon at the top, eager to see what was inside. "Take it slow," Evie chuckled. "You have all the time." When Eleanor finally lifted the lid and revealed its contents, her anger towards Drakken slowly melted away. A dress so gold that it was almost blinding was neatly folded in the box. Along with other accessories and a black masquerade mask. "It is beautiful," Eleanor breathed out, running feathery touch on the silky hems. "It is going to look more beautiful on you," Evie acknowledged with a delicate giggle as she made to leave. "I will be coming back later with lunch, and then we can prepare for the night. It is a work free day."