Pham Thi Anh Sang
Inside of the student dormitory, a young Asian girl no more than four and a half feet tall skipped happily down the hallways as her childishly pastel colored baggage floated after her on a disc of hard white light. Around her feet were a cloud of soft white butterflies, fluttering around in a dance of lights. The girl herself seemed to have not a care in a world as she these things happened about her. In theory, the collective was a remarkable exercise of skill, a testament to many long hours spent in discipline on the road to full mastery. In practice, however, the it was really less than perfect.
The luggage bounced against the ground and Anh Sang looked back at it in annoyance. The disc that held it was only a few inches high and wobbling badly, its edges blurring and sharpening as the light tried to escape its clumsily forged shape. The butterflies in comparison were stable but the white light on them was purely standard fare, pretty to look at but generally useless. If anybody were to swat at them too hard, or if Anh Sang were to step on them, the limb would simply pass through. They were only semi solid, after all.
The girl scrunched up her face in concentration and gestured with her hand, a wild motion that seemed more for drama than any concrete idea of control. The disc heaved up unsteadily, drifting upwards by only an inch before halting. There was some sound as items inside the luggage jostled about. But it held. She continued on blithely, glancing at door numbers as they came.
Soon enough, she reached the room that she thought she was assigned to. Her mommy had given her a backpack full of things that she would immediately need so Anh Sang opened it up. Inside, there was a yellow envelope with all of her documents inside. Passport, copy of her birth certificate, insurance. And then there were all of the papers that the school had sent, with the top sheet showing very clearly her student information.
"Yay!" According to that paper, she was in the right place after all. Excitedly, she took out the key that the nice lady at the Admission's Office had given her and slipped it into the lock. It fit perfectly.
With a hum, Anh Sang pushed the door open and marched inside to her new home away from home, butterflies and all following.
Inside of the student dormitory, a young Asian girl no more than four and a half feet tall skipped happily down the hallways as her childishly pastel colored baggage floated after her on a disc of hard white light. Around her feet were a cloud of soft white butterflies, fluttering around in a dance of lights. The girl herself seemed to have not a care in a world as she these things happened about her. In theory, the collective was a remarkable exercise of skill, a testament to many long hours spent in discipline on the road to full mastery. In practice, however, the it was really less than perfect.
The luggage bounced against the ground and Anh Sang looked back at it in annoyance. The disc that held it was only a few inches high and wobbling badly, its edges blurring and sharpening as the light tried to escape its clumsily forged shape. The butterflies in comparison were stable but the white light on them was purely standard fare, pretty to look at but generally useless. If anybody were to swat at them too hard, or if Anh Sang were to step on them, the limb would simply pass through. They were only semi solid, after all.
The girl scrunched up her face in concentration and gestured with her hand, a wild motion that seemed more for drama than any concrete idea of control. The disc heaved up unsteadily, drifting upwards by only an inch before halting. There was some sound as items inside the luggage jostled about. But it held. She continued on blithely, glancing at door numbers as they came.
Soon enough, she reached the room that she thought she was assigned to. Her mommy had given her a backpack full of things that she would immediately need so Anh Sang opened it up. Inside, there was a yellow envelope with all of her documents inside. Passport, copy of her birth certificate, insurance. And then there were all of the papers that the school had sent, with the top sheet showing very clearly her student information.
"Yay!" According to that paper, she was in the right place after all. Excitedly, she took out the key that the nice lady at the Admission's Office had given her and slipped it into the lock. It fit perfectly.
With a hum, Anh Sang pushed the door open and marched inside to her new home away from home, butterflies and all following.