Angelita walked down her daycare’s halls, immediately wanting to go up to her dorm. She swiftly opened her door, and pressed her body against the door while slowly sliding down. She caught her crying, blotchy face in her heart-shaped mirror, and looked closely. Angelita had two pigtails and they were light azure, with Hime bangs. She had lacy pink doe eyes, with long white eyelashes and pink stardust. She had pale skin, and soft pink cheeks. She was in her daycare’s uniform, Milky Feather, and it was baby pink. She had a pink Strawberry Patch headbow, Wonder Cookie bangle, and a pastel mint Toybox Shy Bear necklace. But the most magical thing about her was her angel wings. Why was she crying, you may ask? She just saw her dead best friend pass her in the hall.

You see, Angelita and her best friend, Lacey, had went to the carousel together. The two had been extremely excited, since the daycare never really..did much to keep the children happy. The angels had quickly gotten permission to use it, but then Lacey realized how high in the air it was. Angelita couldn’t blame her, they had said that it was fifty feet up in the air.

“Are you sure we should go on there? We can’t fly that good.” Lacey said quietly, twirling her curly hair with her finger.

“It’ll be fine!” Angelita giggled, practically shaking with excitement. “It’ll be good for the plot, Y’know?”

“What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know, I heard one of the nurses say it once,”

“Ohhhhhhhh,”

The two grinned, and went off to go cause some chaos. That was until they had heard there names being called. It was finally there turn.

“Eeek!” Angelita squealed, climbing up the pastel stairs to the carousel.

“I’m scared,” Lacey whispered, tucking her white Lyrical Bunny in her dress pocket. “What if we fall?”

“We won’t fall!” Angelita whispered back, then gestured to her wings. “Plus, we have these, remember?”

“But we haven’t even gotten lessons to fly yet!”

“It doesn’t matter! Do you think the first fairy or angel got lessons to fly? We learn on our own!”

Lacey whimpered, but still took Angelita’s hand and let her tug her on the carousel.

“Which one do you wanna go on, Lacey?”

Lacey looked around, and pointed to two pastel mint horses with baby pink manes.

Angelita beamed, and climbed aboard the carousel horse.

She looked at Lacey expectingly, and Lacey sighed, she sounded terrified. She gingerly climbed on the horse, and held on to her Lyrical Bunny tightly.

“Are you ready?” Angelita whispered.

Lacey shook her head vigorously, but it was too late. The ride had just started.

The ride was much more aggressive than normal carousels, like spinning faster than lightning and twirling the carousel horses until the children were barely hanging on for dear life.

“I want to get off!” Lacey whispered desperately after almost being dropped by the carousel horse after spinning quickly.

“It’s only a few more minutes! Please?” Angelita begged, giggling when the horse pranced after Lacey’s. “Its gonna be super lonely without you!”

“But Angelita!” Lacey said, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. “This is scaring me,”

“Come on! Don’t be a crybaby, Lacey!” Angelita giggled. “You know they bully you about this already,”

Lacey whimpered and frowned, but still buried her face in the horse’s fluffy mane and kept herself steady whenever the horse was lifted higher than the carousel.

There was screams and shouts of both excitement and fear on the carousel, until the shouts quieted down whenever Lacey’s horse was still lifted high in the air.

“What’s happening?!” Angelita screamed.

“I don’t know!” Another child said. “How do we get her down?!”

All of the children started panicking, desperately trying to figure out a way to safely get Lacey down.

They all exchanged ideas and all seemed hopeless, until they all realized there was one more idea that had a fifty percent chance of guaranteeing Lacey’s survival. She would have to jump. When they told the idea to her, she squeaked and flailed, obviously despising the idea.

“You have wings! You need to fly, Lacey!” Angelita screamed.

Lacey let tears stream down her cheeks, but still, she loosened her death grip on the horse, let herself go limp, like a marionette cut from her strings, and she fell.

She screamed and thrashed as her wings fluttered ever so slowly, and all the children we’re panicking.

“GRAB HER WITH YOUR THORNS!”

“TRY AND CATCH HER WITH THOSE STARS!”

“I CAN GROW A ROSE BED!”

But none of them would work in time, and angels only had so much time until they couldn’t even heal.

“NO!” Angelita screamed, tears falling swiftly. She raised her hands and tried to make a healing circle to trap Lacey in, but it was too late. Lacey fell to the ground with an extremely loud plop, and again, she went limp like a marionette cut from strings.

Angelita screamed so loudly goddesses must’ve heard her, but she didn’t care. She sobbed and thrashed, already seeing the blood soaking up Lacey’s uniform as her doe eyes went dull.

“Lacey!” Angelita shouted, her face blotchy.

All of the children were screaming now, all staring at Lacey’s dead body.

This was all her fault. If she hadn’t manipulated Lacey into going on the carousel this never would have happened. She would’ve seen Lacey’s serene face smile at her again. Lacey was dead. Her sweet, sensitive, innocent best friend was deceased. All because of Angelita’s selfish actions.

“Lacey..” she whispered.

She watched as they were all told to forget about it, and watched Lacey’s body get carried to her coffin.

Then, it happened.

She had been silently walking to her next class, until she bumped into someone.

“Sorry.”

She helped the girl up, and something seemed awfully familiar about her curly hair, big eyes, and serene beauty.

But suddenly, it clicked for both of them.

“Lacey?”

“Angelita?”