100% no chatgpt jenniuinely real jiyeon writing btw Sienna peered out through the windows of her apartment, hoping for a glimpse of the rare Ground below. No luck. Like always, the clouds blocked what was below. She sighed, remembering her grandma, Serena, who told wonderful stories about the past. “When I was a little girl,” she would start, “we lived much closer to that rare thing called the ground.” Sienna was always fascinated by this. Live close enough to the Ground to touch it when you walked out of your house? This was almost unthinkable, now that it was 2140, and the ground was banned. Her grandma would tell her of things like the Underground; the Basements; and the Farms. None of that existed anymore. The news said it was because high-rises used up less energy. That because of bug repellents used in the past, the grass was too polluted to walk in. Sienna believed her grandma when she talked about the highest buildings in the world when she was 11, in 2022. “In my day, the buildings didn’t go higher than 2,700 feet,” she told Sienna. “Wow!” Sienna would exclaim. Only 2,700 feet? “Yep, and it was all office space up there,” she explained. Sienna’s own family lived 5,281 feet up in the air, and there were at least a hundred stories above hers. Not counting the fifty office floors at the top. Sienna liked to think of those days as her great-grandma thought of the 1920s-ancient history. The Burj Khalifa-the tallest building in the world in 2022-if you lived in the high rise next to it, it would barely peek out of the clouds. Sienna loved hearing her great-grandma’s stories. Then, in 2139, her great-grandma died. No more stories about the old days; only Sienna’s imperfect memory would carry them on. At least, that’s what she thought. Then she discovered her grandma’s secret smartphone. There was a sticky note attached that said Password: 37195. Sienna typed in the password and saw only one app: Photos. There were over two hundred videos in that app. Sienna listened to one and paused it in the middle. These were all her grandma’s stories! Now she would have them forever. Back in the present, Sienna turned away from the window. One of her grandma’s stories was about how they cooked food. She told Sienna that people used “ovens” and “stoves” and “pots and pans” to cook. Now, they used just the AutoCooker. You typed in what you wanted to eat, and the machine would automatically give it to you. Breakfast-waffles-was ready, and Sienna was hungry. Her mom, Amina, was there today. She was also there for the last few days of ground-level living. “These waffles are good,” she said, “but I say my grandpa's were better!” Sienna didn’t know her great-grandpa, but his waffles probably would have been better. Some stores on the lowest-possible floors had real, handmade food, but they were illegal. They were to Sienna as bugs were to her grandma-not to even be thought about. Sienna sighed, and reluctantly left the window to breakfast. Her dad saw her wistful expression. “Thinking about ground level again?” he asked. Sienna nodded. “I’m just wondering…” she trailed off. “Why they still have windows? Yeah, me too. If it’s illegal to touch grass, why can we see it?” In fact, Sienna had no idea. She tried to resist the temptation to find Ground, but it was much harder when windows were everywhere. Sienna walked over to the table and sat down. Amina, as usual, had a story ready. “When I was a kid, and houses were on the Ground, there was much more room-probably as much as four apartments.” Sienna’s eyes widened. Four apartments? That was enormous! She tried to focus on her waffles, but all she could think of was the images of grass that she’d found on Google. Sienna passed every day like this, longing for the Ground but knowing she couldn’t. Thinking endlessly of the green grass. Sienna finished her waffles and went to find Amina. "Amina, can you tell me more about ground level?" thought that was bad? okay time for round 2
One Last Time Story: Chapter One Bloom sighed as she flew through the woods in Winx form. It was another day in Magix, a Saturday at that, and the Winx needed to go fight the Trix…again. Over the course of the past few weeks, the Trix had earned their final witch form, Doomix. They’d become more powerful than even Cosmix power. All the Winx could do was slow them down. As Bloom landed next to her friends, she transformed into her Mythix self. “Let’s try Mythix today, girls!” she said, trying to maintain an upbeat tone. Stella groaned. “Ugh! Bloom, you know nothing is going to work.” Next to her, Musa nodded. “I don’t normally give opinions on things like this, but I agree. We’re not going to get it.” As all of the girls chimed in, agreeing that they were never going to be able to defeat the Trix, Bloom felt something inside her snap. “Well, then if you think so, why don’t we forget this ever happened?” she burst out. Flora perked up. “You mean forget the Trix ever earned Doomix?” Bloom shook her head, her eyes blazing-literally. Orange-red flames burst around her eyes. “No! I mean forget we ever met. Look at us. We’re tired, powerless against the Trix, and angry. We have no unity, and what's more, we have no reason to have any. Let’s end the fighting and forget we were ever in the same dorm room.” To prove her point, she yelled, “Dragon Wings!" Fiery wings cupped each Winx in them and flew them off. Bloom transformed into Believix Speedix and storm-flew off towards her own room, flames speeding behind her. Chapter Two Stella screamed as she was wrapped in Bloom’s Dragon Wings and whipped off to her dorm room. Ever since achieving Mythix, each girl had their own room. Lucky for Stella, because she never wanted to see Bloom again. This had been the worst day ever. Bloom was an idiot for being so upbeat! Why was she pretending to have hope when it was just so hopeless? Stella headed out of her room, only to run into Flora. “Blinding Sun!” Stella fumed. A wall of sunlight blasted Flora around Stella and she tumbled away. Stella noticed that her powers weren’t as strong as they’d been, but she put it out of her mind and slammed her door. She walked angrily over to her next classroom and walked in alone. Chapter Three Flora was mad. But she tried not to show it. Even when she felt like exploding, she stayed calm and collected on the inside. But now it exploded out. Her face turned bright red and thorns sprouted up around her. Flora silently hollered and thrust her arms up. A ray of green light blasted against her door. But instead of breaking straight through like it normally could, the beam only burned a small hole in the door. Flora disregarded this, and stomped into her room. She slumped into her chair and sulked. Chapter Four Musa gasped in shock as she was whisked to her own dorm room. Why was Bloom acting so angry? She shrugged, and decided that if Bloom wouldn't talk to her, she wouldn't talk to Bloom. As Musa closed the door of her room, she noticed Tecna stomp by, one of the few times she showed emotion. Musa flicked her finger. "Sound Blast!" she whispered. A giant purple sound wave blasted Tecna forwards, away from Musa. It barely moved her, however. Musa furrowed her brow, but paid no more mind. Chapter Five Tecna yelped as she was hit by Musa's Sound Blast. However, she barely moved. Shaking her head, Tecna slammed the door of her dorm room and sat down. She opened her virtual diary and began to write. Dear VDiary, The date is Sparkuary 17 and I am going to share my human feelings today. I hate the name "Winx"! Why did they have to name a form after us, because now whenever I step outside, there'll be first-years talking about how they finally earned Winx! No, you earned Magic Fairy. Winx does not exist anymore. The Winx don't exist anymore. In fact, Aisha's passing by my dorm. I'm going to go blast her. She has the audacity to be within sixty feet of me! Tecna got up and opened the door of her room. Aisha looked up. She barely had time to scowl at Tecna before Tecna yelled "Technic Blast!" Aisha barely moved. She made a rude gesture at Tecna and walked away. Chapter Six Aisha wanted to disappear. Being visible with another former member of the Winx? Her reputation would be ruined! She ran up to the one girl who had seen the fight. "If you say a word of this to a single person," she began, then changed her mind. "Morphix Mover!" A thin, weak string of Morphix extended from Aisha's hand, then disappeared. Sighing, Aisha went back to plan A. "If you say anything about this to anyone at all, you'll be taking a very short one-way trip down this staircase," she said angrily, pointing at the drop from the fiftieth floor to the bottom. The girl gulped and ran away. Aisha sighed in relief and went to her dorm. guys i am not making this up these are STRAIGHT from my pages app part 2 with screenshots coming soon
