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The Elevator Fourty Third Floor
Created Jul-15-2021 06:04:30pm
Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused trouble to others for his own amusement. Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to. He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in.
Eleanor was taking her daughter Madison to cheerleading practice when they entered the elevator. But that wasn't what Madison was concerned with.
Madison put on her biggest cheerleading smile when she asked her mother, "Will you let me go to the party?"
Eleanor didn't need Madison to tell her which party she meant. Eleanor said, "No," regardless of which party.
"But it's the biggest party of the year. Everyone will be there. You just have to let me go," Madison pleaded.
"You're being punished."
"The accident wasn't my fault."
"That isn't what the insurance company said. I'm still paying to fix the car. You hadn't had your driver's license for two months and you have already been in an accident." Madison had turned sixteen two months ago.
"I told you I would get a job this summer and pay you back."
"Then I suppose you can go to the party after that." Eleanor wasn't going to punish her daughter for that long, but it was a good line to throw at her.
"You don't understand how important this party is," Madison said. She thought, "There's going to be lots of hot guys there."
It was at this point that Cardonali stepped in. The argument promptly ceased. Madison didn't care about the party anymore. The people there were just children anyway.
Eleanor, on the other hand, decided she would go. There were going to be a lot of guys there. They would be just the way she liked them, young and sexy. Eleanor wasn't being punished, she could go to the party if she wanted to. That is if she dressed right. People told her she looked young. If she got the right outfit and fixed her hair like Madison, she could pass for her. The place would be dark anyway. No one would know.
Since Eleanor was sure she could find something in Madison's closet to help her look like her sixteen-year-old daughter., she drove straight to her stylist to get her hair lightened a little. It had to have the color and style of her daughter's. If all went well, she would be in the arms of some high-school-hottie Saturday night.