|Muffins are Just Ugly Cupcakes
Author: Running Fate PM
"I like muffins more," the girl said. "Muffins are just ugly cupcakes," someone stated, "Like you!" Childish laughter could be heard around room. "You're a muffin, a muffin!" chimed the birthday girl as the laughter got louder, only to be silenced by a punch to the face, followed with crying. This is the tale of Cupcake. Rated T for safetyRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Angst - Jack Frost - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,841 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 12-17-12 - Published: 12-04-12 - id: 8765536
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Hello! So this is just an idea I had to get out, only a thought. I may continue it, but as of now I'm not exactly sure as to which direction it'll go towards. There will be pairings eventually, if I continue, but I believe it will mostly center on an older aged Cupcake and her life. A bit of angst here and there, possible uncomfortable situations... Like I said, I have no direction with this. Ideas are appreciated! Enjoy~
Disclaimer~ I do not own Rise of the Guardians nor its characters.
Muffins are Just Ugly Cupcakes
"Who doesn't like cupcakes?" she overheard. It was snack time during preschool, and as a special birthday treat, one of the more favored girls in the class brought in cupcakes to celebrate her special day. Turning around, a large girl shook her head.
"I like muffins more," she said as she licked a bit of the much too sweet frosting off the overly pink decorated pastry. Her peers looked at her in disgrace.
"Muffins are just ugly cupcakes," someone stated, "Like you!" Childish laughter could be heard around room, followed with taunts. "You're a muffin, a muffin!" chimed the birthday girl as the laughter got louder, only to be silenced by a punch to the face, followed with crying.
When she was picked up from the principal's office, the 'muffin' was pouting. Her mother was much too soft to punish her daughter when she saw her eyes, little pools threatening to spill. "What's wrong Muffin?" she asked as she buckled her into her car seat, only to be bombarded by a waterfall of tears.
As they arrived home, the mother could hear a tiny voice mumble through hiccups, "I want to be a cupcake."
Muffins are ugly cupcakes. That's why she strived to be different than who she was. She wanted to fit in, play with the other children, not be judged. Cynthia 'Cupcake' Jones remembered that day perfectly, and looking back through family pictures and memories, she couldn't help but feel that she really looked like a muffin, especially with the cropped brown hair and rather chubby exterior.
They had moved after that year, her father getting a job in the northern part of the states. She was glad too, in a way. Cupcake was able to start all over in kindergarten, telling the teacher to call her by the sweet food and not answering to anything but. Of course that really didn't help with the bullying. 'Cupcake' wasn't exactly a normal name, so when her classmates started making fun of that, she simply just attacked them. She was then feared as a bully, the tough exterior staying and the sweet side hidden inside her.
Things got better when she was at the age of ten, and worse in a way. She still didn't have many friends, just acquaintances, but that one early spring, right after a depressing Easter, she met a bunch that changed her life forever. At first she thought of it as a dream, but it all felt too real. She knew there was a Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Sandman, and even Jack Frost. She believed, and there were other witnesses too, so she thought. The others, the 'acquaintances', were all convinced it was just a dream, all but Jamie. He believed, and remembered, but when Cupcake tried explaining the story in school the following week, Jamie didn't back her up. They laughed, and the girl felt too betrayed to even threaten and fight.
It was then that she realized she was really alone. The guardians wouldn't come back, why would they? She thought Jamie would have her back, but clearly he just wanted to keep his experiences to himself making a fool out of her. An experience like this should have given a child hope, something to remember and cherish, but it was more like a sweet treat with a horrible aftertaste.
This is the tale of Cupcake.