Eleanor Nuudrep wasn’t like most children in neither physical nor emotional aspects. She was 9 years of age yet Eleanor only reached 4’5 and carried herself poorly so that she stood at 4’2. Eleanor also had flat and thin hair that draped and conformed to the entirety of her body. Her most striking feature of all were her incredibly humongous hazel eyes that sunk into her face in a way that cast shadows below them. Eleanor also refused to wear normal fitting clothes or clothes that were considered normal at all. She wore large clothes that swallowed her tiny frame. These clothes also happened to be remarkably indistinguishable from those of the Victorian era. Eleanor’s physical appearance was nearly as striking as her disturbingly odd personality. Eleanor’s personality resembled the somberness of her appearance in the sense that she seldom interacted or cared for anyone but her mother. Eleanor had an incredible difficulty forming friendships or any meaningful relationships. She was once bullied by her peers but because she lacked any response they soon learned to leave her be. This meant avoiding Eleanor while she sat in the far corner of the courtyard while reading alone and making hushed remarks about her to peers because that’s all you could really do about poor Eleanor Nuudrep. Her impaired social skills did not prevent her from succeeding academically at all. Her teacher even remarked her as being one of the most advanced students they’d ever seen. Her home life didn’t differ much from her school’s. Eleanor spent roughly 2 hours completing simple homework assignments as she was obsessively meticulous and shut herself in her mother’s study to ensure her focus. Her hobbies including reading and piano as long as her occasional interest in baking.

It should be mentioned that Eleanor was mute.

Eleanor’s mother who’s name was Bernadette had a worry growing inside her that never ceased. She saw her muteness and horribly impaired ability to connect and her hear sank with every recognition of it. She couldn’t fathom how someone like her had produced such an odd child. Her entire life was squashed to better suit her daughter and she almost wanted to hate her for it. Her social life had been sparkling until she couldn’t stand the shame of explaining why her daughter hid herself away any time she had a guest over any more. She did care about Eleanor endlessly and wanted to preserve her comfort so she decided that cutting ties would be proper. She did not think that anymore. Bernadette no longer laughed or sang or danced or really spoke at all in her own home. She was an incredibly lonely and felt nearly tortured by her daughter but loved her so much that she locked those thoughts and feelings away in the same place that she hid most other things from Eleanor.

Bernadette desperately tried to connect with her daughter and lost the satisfaction she once found in Eleanor’s rare smile because it just wasn’t enough.