Elementor cosplay

"Ok, since you are one of the people who read Elementor, whom would you cosplay as?"
"Brìd. She is so cool. It's also a little creative with art, she can shoot a bow, and I like her little romance story lol."
"Lol she is cool. I'd be Princess Kyra."
"WHAT?! WHY?!?"
"Lol I know she is...umm..yeah but she is beautiful. Silk dresses, soft, green hair, it must be amazing."
"Red skin... "
"That's...no."
"Lol."
"Jay home yet? "
"Nah, he keeps showing me amazing tattoos though."
"I'm going to WALK OVER THERE "
"XD"
"That's how close I am. Never get close to me in work. I'll snap you."
"Let's not talk about snapping..."
"Your still not over it, are you?"
"No...."
"It's okay."
"Yesh, I guess.."
"Ok. Hey, I made you something ;D"
"What?"
-Brìd-
"Omg it's wonderful! Thank you so much! Tis on the wall."
"Yay!"
"Lol you should put the story on fimfiction."
"That's for pony stuff, and blogging I guess :P"
"Just slip it in the blog!"
"....that's what she said."
"...."
"XD"
"Nice. Don't put the whole story though. Need to know if they like it."
"Not like anyone is going to see it..."
"You will, and if they stopped caring, they're not real friends."
"Okay."

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Have you ever been to a place, where the skies are clear, the lakes are a beautiful bright blue? Where the grass is fresh and clean? Well, that's where I live. Hi. I'm Bríd. Bríd Green. And I'm an Elementor.

"Bríd? You home lil' sis?" My sister questioned while slamming the door. The dew drops fell into my room, covering me with the water.

"Yes. And you got me all wet! Thanks 'sis'." I complained. She gave a little giggle and walked up to my room. "Please go away." I told her.

"Why?" She asked.

"Cause. I'm drawing."

"In what? Your little diary?" She pulled it out of my hands and flipped through the pages.

"Hey! Give it back!"

"Why? Is your boyfriend one of the doodles? Hm?" She kept flipping the pages looking for my crush, Dwayne. He was a boy of my age. In the archery district, like me. I have short, curly orange hair. My face was a bit pale with dark peach freckles scattered on my nose and cheeks. I was tall and skinny for my age. I didn't like hanging around the other archers though. I left right after practice to "doodle" in my room. And yes, my sister is right. Most of the drawings are of Dwayne on the practice field.

"No, now give it back! Your covered in filth!"

"Well, not all of us can become soldiers like you, Bríd. I have to clean the-"

"I get it. Can I have my book back now?"

"Here. I don't want it anymore." She threw the book on my lap and stomped back downstairs. Making sure she had left, I closed the door and threw myself onto my bed. I opened the book once more just to look at the pictures. My mother had given me lectures on how reading and writing and drawing could ruin an archer's aim, but I ignored them. My father had done the same as me. He would keep learning about anything but war. And when it came time for it, he wasn't prepared. His name is Roly, but as a normal girl I call him Dad. And my Moms name is Glínis.

"Hey, where's mom?" My sister called from the kitchen.

"She went out. Something about meeting up with a friend I think."

"Oh ok then!" She responded cheerfully. A loud ring came from outside our home. My sister opened it and called me again.

"Hey it's your boyfriend! Want to come answer the door?" She yelled

"What? Dwayne? Really?" I slipped on a pair of flats and ran down the stairs. He was waiting there, looking at me. I felt frozen. We stared into each other's eyes.