Irulan returned to her room, she heard all the other pie things were turning back to their original form. She opened the lights, expecting her headdress to return to normal.

It was still pie. The forcefield fizzled, as if mocking her.

She watched the pie expectantly, waiting for it to change. Seconds passed by and turned to minutes and still ( Read more... )

Morning. Irulan stood and prepared for her day, notebook and pen were set beside her school bag, her clothes neatly prepared from the night before and her headdress for the day... has turned into pie.

Irulan stared at the enormous blueberry pie, her headdress nowhere to be seen. She turned this way and that but her headdress was nowhere in sight. ( Read more... )