The sun was bright, the wind was calm, the perfect weather to sleep in an afternoon. All was well in the world one could even say. But was it so? "Nyaaa ♪~ " was all it was heard while a small little girl was laying on a bed from where you could barely see the rising sun. The small room was cozy. Wooden planks on the floor. A yellowish theme for the painting on the walls and we even had stars dotting the ceiling. 

Our small little girl had blonde hair that went almost to her waist. She was sleeping peacefully on the bed like she didn’t have any problem in the world. And why would she? She didn’t look older than 12 years, and if you looked closely at her smiling face you could see that she had a nice life going there. If one were to look further beyond her room her house was the dream house for some.

A little bathroom in front of her room, just small enough for a little washroom and a bath tube, there was a little potted plant in a window that let the natural light come flowing down and you could see a thematic curtain with stars dotting the ceiling, the hallway was brightly illuminated by a dangling bulb that clings to dear life in the ceiling, the walls having a green painting that reflected the exterior meadow and some flowers near the floor. To her left was a small closet with all kinds of toys and board games, safeguarded with a couple of bear plushies that were strategically placed to defend the fort, Major Sargent Bears the war plushy would defend this spot till the end of times if needed! It was mostly stuff our little girl didn’t play with anymore but a noble endeavor nonetheless!

To her right would be a small library with a few toys here and there, these were used more frequently, one could see a few board games about strategy that the older brother liked to play with her when he came around, and there were also a few fighter jets around that he liked, mostly model figures and a few big robots, cuz boys, of course, liked their big ass robots, not that it matters. Finally, we have the stairs. On the first floor, things got more normal, there was a bright and big living room, a comfy sofa that could accommodate one sleeping little girl or two with some difficulties, also a couple of extra normal sofas for visiting guests. Then again, not that many came around, aside from momma, teacher, and her dear older brother... But for those occasions, there was the kitchen on the side. A fully furnished kitchen! If for that we meant a normal kitchen with a table and a refrigerator...And that was it, she didn't need more of it so there wasn't more of it. This was mostly momma's territory so if she wished for more she could ask for more. What more could she need after all?

Outside we could finally see this dream house for what it was…..A tree, a really big tree, but a tree nonetheless. It was a mighty one, you could even have like ten little girls hugging it and they couldn't cover this particular tree's whole circumference. But even so, it was still just a tree. A big ass tree but a tree at the end of the day. A Big old tree for a house, how big was it to hold all of this? Well…. big enough. Our little girl wasn’t an architect so she didn’t know how she had water, gas, or electricity. Nobody knew really. But it was cozy and warm in winter, and breezy enough in summer. So she didn’t mind it that much. Besides, what else would you have? A normal and boring house would ruin the big garden she had after all. Every color of flower was in her yard. And her backyard….well….it had some kind of weird stuff that momma wanted her to eat, something about vegetables?

Dunno, it was weird green stuff….Why would someone waste space on it? I mean, she liked the orange fruit…Mango was it? That was the stuff of the gods. But the other stuff? 

God knows how she could eat those. Who would even think of eating those!? 

The weird cucumber mostly of all, for some reason she had some nightmares the first time momma brought those and had them for dinner…. If not for the mangos she would hate her! (Not really)

But even so, she was happy and so life was good, most of the time. She liked these kinds of days where she could sleep all day, a good day was a day where she would only be awoken from her slumber to eat! A normal day would be " heavy machinery opening door*" That noise I guess?

Followed by the rustling of a heavy blanket falling onto the floor and the rushing of a little girl screaming "MOMMA" for dear life and jumping into the open sky (Not really) and the sudden “THUD” of an unstoppable object (Debatable) hitting an unmovable object (It isn’t). And after a couple of seconds of a some high pitched laugh and a couple of rolls on the flower bed "What have I told you about jumping into people Alex?" we could hear the stern sound of the black-haired woman. 

She was a somewhat standard-looking (By our little girl standards) woman, with a slender body and bob black hair. It was a miracle that her glasses hadn’t been broken by the now normal shenanigans our little girl had her go through. But even after so many scoldings, there is only one truth here " I promised to not do it again Momma Mira…." and that was that this little girl lied really badly. She knew she would do it again. After all, it was her momma! She knew she loved it after all! Who wouldn’t love a high-effort hug from her?

And so the lab-coated woman was trying her dammest hard to stand and scold the little girl "What will I ever do with you Alex…." she knew it was a lost war to try and scold her…And the little girl knew she knew "Bring me more cake…?" but it was still the thought that mattered…..

*bonk* " Cake is only for special occasions like birthdays or when you ace a test." Said the woman while bringing the power of justice to the little girl by hitting her head with a notebook. A dreadful thing…..There were stories (Not many) about how those things could bring nations to ruin! And the little girl dreaded each and every time that thing was brought into her small paradise…

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For it means one thing…. "It's time to start the class Alex, let's go to your desk" dreadful stuff would follow….And so with heavy steps would our little girl go towards her dining room that would turn into one of the evilest things in the world (this is true…) "Classroom time" and so her lovely momma turned into an evil being…

She turned into Professor Miriam Eversoul, a renowned scientist in the field of abstract physics and theoretical dimensions or something like that….To be honest, our little girl didn’t care much for those PhDs her momma liked to brag about that were in her room. It's not like she ever went there….why would she leave her paradise after all? Even if momma only invited her from time to time she always answered the same….Why would anyone wanna leave her haven?

“Why does it even have to be spelled that the earth is a sphere?” Asked the little girl while trying really hard to pretend to be interested in the lesson more than the mysterious box that was on the counter behind her. She wasn’t doing a really good job of it “Because there are people that think the earth is flat.” Answered Professor Momma without missing a beat.

“How in the four hells of damnation do they think that could work….? Are….Are they okay?” asked the little girl while being really put out of her character…Who would believe the earth was flat? There was so much proof that the earth was a sphere! Even from her haven, you could see it!

“They are….” Said Professor Eversoul while doing one of those dramatic stopgaps to think her next words”...Fine….from a biological point of view, even if that isn't Vivian's specialty and she hasn't found anything writing on them...Yet “and while scribbling something on her tablet so it could be projected on her holographic board “But from a civilization point of view they are not doing well, and they might be the reason for a few world wars through history “ said the Professor while showcasing a few pictures from their meetings with some weird decoration and such, it showed mostly wizened generals and presidents on meetings looking into maps and war plans.

“They might devolve back into monkeys…no wait, monkeys are intelligent beings….will they skip a few species and return to amoebas? “ Said the little girl while drawing mustaches on the image from her notebook with a crayon. For her part, Professor Eversoul couldn’t hide her chuckle “That they mIt'st…Its part of the reason Vivian was looking into getting a few of them as willing subjects for her project. Still, we haven’t found intelligent life on other planets yet. So if for some reason an alien civilization found our planet and his first scan was of these meetings, they might rule us out as a civilization about to climb into Tier II “said the Professor while trying to bring the topic back into line with her schedule. The little girl wouldn't let that go though, since she liked this kind of conversation more. 

“That scale is wrong anyway, not everyone can harness or build a Dyson Sphere, and even if you could, why would you build a Dyson sphere if you have a better power source.” Said the little girl who was still drawing mustaches on the photo that no longer was being projected on the holo screen. But it seems it was still in her notebook.

“To be fair that scale is really old, but no one has used a better one yet. And usually, you don’t find a better power source already built to harness…Or at least you aren’t supposed to” said the Professor while getting her holoscreen in order “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you didn’t finish the last math problems Alex” Said the professor while getting her back in order.

“But it isn’t fair! Rieman was a psycho I tell you! “ screamed Alex to the high heavens while getting another notebook from her pink pouch “HE DIDN’T EVEN LEAVE AN ANSWER SHEET!” cried the little girl while pointing at some old and dusted Book and then pointing at her black notebook. “And I still think he was drunk or high on drugs when he wrote that weird mumbo jumbo” mumbled the little girl all the while shooting the gaze of a victim of a heinous crime, that she was being accused of committing too.

For her part Professor Eversoul only chuckled while answering “You brought it to yourself, you stated the bet, the prize, and the problem. If you manage to find the answer I will get you all the toys and mangos you want. I will even get that dearest brother of yours to play more often here. Hells I will even do his work so he can spend more time here too” with an evil smile Professor Momma answered.

But of course, the little girl knew she shouldn’t open her mouth without thinking first, but the price was so tempting…Besides, it wasn’t her fault that all the math problems she was given before were easy to solve. It was those books' fault! She wasn’t the one who claimed it would be hard on her to solve them either! It was that goddamned Hamilton’s fault.

He was the one that brought those math for-kids books, she would work more on her pig plushy with the weird tuxedo, and then she would tear it apart and start again…That would relieve stress and Teacher Vivi said she needed to release stress sometimes too. But for now, she must work on more important things! 

Like “ITS TIMEEEEEEE!” scream to the seven heavens for the time to study had ended and she managed to disrupt most of it! *Ding, Dong, Dung* 

“Look how the time flies….But fine, you will need to finish your normal homework though. But fine” said Professor Eversoul while leaving on display the Geographic and History homework for the little girl to copy. After all that, Mango Cake wouldn’t put himself on a plate for the little girl to eat.

“And so Alex watched with great interest while Professor Momma was trying her hardest to think what Cake Slice to give to the most beautiful little girl in the world” Narrated the little girl “She was the prettiest and fairest of all, the most gorgeous creature in the world.” Said overly dramatically “Some even said the beings from the seven heavens, four hells, and the void wanted to see her for even a few seconds” *bonk* “And some said that said girl wouldn’t get cake if she kept being so cheeky” finished Professor Eversoul after delivering a nefarious bonk on her little head.

But since she also gave her a slice of cake that looked like the most beautiful thing on all the planes of existence (If said little girl wasn’t accounted for) she would be pardoned for her crimes. Of course, that little Mango that was probably made out of sugar didn’t have anything to do with it. After all, what could be more beautiful than a slice of mango-flavored cake with a little mango candy to top it! It was like the god almighty had descended from the heavens to bless the little girl for all her hard work! What hard work? Don’t dwell on the little details!

“This is why you are the best Momma Mira.” said the little girl with a smile so big one couldn’t imagine how she could eat at the same time. “...You will still need to have that homework finished by our next class.” said the person in question without missing a beat and eating her own slice of cake “But thank you for the praise” and even though she tried to hide it the little girl knew she liked both the praise and the cake.

Who wouldn’t like mango cake after all!? All those other flavors were okayish too. But nothing would best this one flavor.