Hello this is pipo98. And I'm pipo's editor, Meows!

pipo: Yes, Meows is my editor. This is my first post! I hope you like it~

Delit Frambjoose walked briskly towards her home.

"Tch annoying home works from that annoying old teacher." Delit cursed, she pushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear.

She was busy texting to her friend, green eyes squinting at the screen of her phone, complaining about the home works. An opened sewage hole was in front of her. She noticed it at the last second, but it was too late. Delit fell in.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HEEEEEELP!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. She saw something at the bottom of the hole; a mysterious white light. Then everything went black for Delit.

"Oww oww... where am I..." Murmured Delit.

Delit looked up, everything was still a bit fuzzy, but she could see that it was night and that she was sitting upright under a tree on an open meadow. Delit rubbed her eyes and squinted. Were there... Five moons?! Delit gaped at the moons hanging from the night skies.

"What the heck..."

Delit stood. She dropped her schoolbag from her shoulders and brushed away some dirt from herself. Her face, shoulders, elbows, knees, hands and feet felt... weird. She brushed off some more dirt from her right elbow. It wasn't normal. It had golden hinges connecting her upper arm to her lower arm. Delit's eyes widen. She checked her wrists and other elbow. They were also connected to her arms by golden hinges. Her ankles had them too, and so did her knees.

She hurriedly put a quivering hand to her face. There was a crack on her left cheek that went from her chin.

Delit screamed, "WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!"

She looked down to her body again. Surely, every where she can bent a part of a body was now connected by hinges. Fortunately, they were no strings attached to them, otherwise, she would get tangled by them.

She remembered something from her school's art project last year. Each student in Delit's grade had to make a puppet, any kind of puppet. Delit had spent days and nights making a marionette, a puppet with hinges and strings attached to each hinges, controlled by a puppeteer. Delit thought that marionettes were pretty, so she fashioned hers to look like herself. She had never considered she would become one. It was freakier than she thought.

She had other things to worry about too, besides being a puppet. She didn't know where she is, and how to get home.

Delit filled with anger, frustration, confusion and sadness at the same time.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET HOME?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHANGE BACK?!" She yelled at particularly no one but the sky.

Pipo, that took a lot of editing... Thanks for reading anyway!

~Meows