One Week (Preview)

Bit of an odd preview for the next story. Not as telling as those before it, but it also has a very different story structure. Anywho, without further ado, One Week.

"Exhausted and weeping, Aahna stumbled through the strange door, that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, as her socks made wet squelching sounds with each step in her mollies. The poor girl left a trail of water dripping off behind her, as she looked up through her soaked curls and the lenses of her glasses. It was some sort of knickknack shop, but what was it doing behind a high school of all places?
The soft strumming of guitar deeper in the opening room drew the dark haired girl’s attention, leading her to the counter. She could hardly believe her eyes at the beauty sitting there. Her long legs were crossed, hoisted up as she rested her heavy looking boots up on the surface. The shape of her face was perfect beyond description; with plump ruby painted lips, accented with a small silver lip ring, and shining hazel eyes were like looking into the full moon.
The radiant woman’s midnight black hair was fade-dyed to a scarlet, giving it an unreal pop that brought attention to her body. Sculpted by the heavens was the closest Aahna could come to capturing its allure with words. Even dressed as she was, a punk in an ill-fitting tee, the straps of her bra clearly visible over her shoulders, she was more beautiful than any model. Her pale yellowish skin had a glow, her full breasts were round and perky on her chest, what the wet girl could see of her hips were shapely curves that invited stares.
Delicate black nailed fingers strummed on her guitar strings, filling the air with soft tunes that lightened even the dour emotions of the soaked girl. Those enchanting eyes shot up, taking sight of the guest tracking gallons of water into the establishment. Those perfect lips sank into a frown, as the goddess of a woman set her guitar aside.
“Rough day?” she asked, her voice just as alluring as the rest of her.
A rough day was an understatement. Aahna's face tightened, her hand shoving her glasses up her forehead as she rubbed at her teary eyes with her palm. This has been the worst week of the tanned girl's life, each day seemingly worse than the last. Reliving it in her head just had her tears coming in harder, leaving the girl sobbing in front of the radiant punk beauty.
Clearly she'd said the wrong thing. The red-dyed punk getting to her feet and coming over with heavy booted steps, “Hey hey,” she tried to calm the girl, bending down and taking the girl’s chin in her hand. Her dark teary eyes locked with those magical moons, and the smile the goddess wore on her pierced lip was infectious, “no need to cry, I'm here,” she promised.
“This is Madam Materia’s Magical Menagerie,” the punk explained, “and I'm Kasumi. How about we take a deep breath and you tell me what happened?” she offered calmly.
Aahna managed a nod, sniffling again. She was making a fool of herself, a grown eighteen year old crying like she was a kid. Her breath quivered past her lips as she did as told, taking in that deep, albeit stuttered breath and hooding it before letting it out as a stuttered sigh. She looked up at Kasumi through her glasses, seeing the genuine concern in the woman’s face.
It was a long story. “I made a fool of myself,” the tan girl told the woman, “Multiple times, and my classmates have been…” saying even that much had the shivering wet girl choking up.
Kasumi gave a nod. She recognized bullying when she saw it. “Well, let's see if we can’t find something to help out?” she offered, rising up and walking over to the shelf.
With a nod Aahna just watched her go, unsure of what was happening but still trusting of the woman before her. “Y-you said something about this place being magic?” she piped up.
The punk responded with another nod, trailing her fingers over a few of the items as she hunted for the right one. “Yeah. We cater to clientele who need a little something extra in their lives,” she explained, feeling a resonance coming from a small box. This was the thing calling to the girl.
A little something extra? “Can you just make me disappear?” the distraught girl asked.
“If that was what you really wanted,” the punk answered truthfully, returning to the girl and presenting the object to her. “I wouldn’t recommend it though. You’re a big girl, you'll get through this. You just need a little nudge back onto the right path,” she assured with a warm smile.
Reaching out the wet girl took the offer, taking the box close before opening it to see a simple brass ring, inlaid with a pearl no bigger than a grain of rice. “What will this do?” she asked, looking up through her glasses at the woman.
Kasumi met the girl's gaze, “It will help,” she told her confidently. “Just tell it your wish, and it will do the rest.”
Were it not coming from the punky goddess Aahna wouldn’t believe such a claim, but from her. “How much?” the soaked girl asked.
With a wave of her hand and a shake of her head the punk answered, “It’s free,” a smile crossing her ruby lips again.
Even in her current that the dark haired girl managed a smile. “Thank you Kasumi,” she offered, tempted to offer the girl a hug but thinking better of it in her soaked state. Instead she pulled the ring close, turning to leave as the woman sent her off with a wave. " -"One Week" by Madam Materia