Rain ~ Letting it go. {An ISS}

I am walking down the almost - empty street of my city. It is 10:00PM. It is raining. I can't help but laugh a cold, bitter smile at myself. Of course. Doesn't it always rain in the movies when the main character is thinking about his or her mistakes? That is what I am doing. Because I have made too many mistakes.

I open up my umbrella, but it doesn't do too much. The rain is blowing onto me, it has nothing to do with blocking the drops of water at the top. I don't care. I let it wash me. It gets on my face and into my eyes. My clothes are wet and I will get a cold later.

But I don't care.

It feels as if I am being renewed. I am standing in the middle of the street, only a few cars are coming by and they all make sure to switch on a different lane. I get a lot of weird looks from bypassers, obviously because I am out late at night and standing in the street.

But I. Don't. Care.

I don't care what people say or think about me now. I don't care about them anymore. From now on, I will live for myself only. I won't make any more stupid mistakes. I won't let them laugh at me.

My hand holding the umbrella drops to my side. I am completely soaked, the rain washing away everything.

The pain. The past. My pain. My past.

And here I am.

Letting it go.


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Starring: The Numbered Society. Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

“Who in the crazy world are you and what just happened?” Melanie asked, throwing her arms up into the air.

The man, otherwise known as Jonathan, rolled his eyes. He could tell this one would be difficult. “My name is Jonathan, and obviously, I just saved you from being mugged and possibly murdered. This is the thanks I get?”

“Well, I’m sorry, Jon. Thanks. How did you know what was going to happen?”

Jonathan smiled to himself.

If only she knew.

Jonathan had sensed it.

He had woken up with a headache in the morning, and before him, the scenery had changed. He was behind a white van, where two men in black were jumping in. Something flashed and caught his eye. The sun was reflecting on the metal, and for human eyes it would’ve been so blinding that they would’ve looked away. Jon didn’t. After all, he wasn’t human. He saw a girl being dragged out, unconscious with the metal knife close to her neck.

  Then, throughout the whole day, his head had been full with these visions, of the same thing. A white van, two men, a knife, and the girl. He knew he’d had to do something, otherwise the vision type thing would not have happened.

  Curious of who Jon is? Here’s your answer.

  Jon is an alien.

  There, it’s out there. He is an alien who came from the star Aldebaran, as humans call it, about 65 light years away. Three hundred years ago, the living beings on that star have been so curious of earth just like we are of other planets, and since they actually had the technology and skill to build an UFO, may he say harshly, unlike humans, came to earth. Needless to say, you’d probably agree with Jon on that one. Three hundred years ago, what were we doing? Inventing phones? Not even. Electric telegraphs. Yes, that’s what we’re doing. Pretty sucky compared to an UFO, right?

  Anyway. I really need to work on not getting sidetracked while telling stories. Jon’s been stuck here for three hundred years. Never growing old, staying his hot, young self, because of the huge time differences between Earth and Aldebaran. Every day on Earth is a minute on Aldebaran. So technically…. Jon’s only lived on earth for 109500 minutes. He did the math and everything.

  Jon can hear, see, and move eight times more than the average human. He can teleport, move things indirectly (or as little kids would say ‘The Force’), was able to stop time and just walk around like nothing happened, invisibility, and he could heal really fast. On his planet he was average. Normal. That changed a whole lot here.

  But of course, Melanie doesn’t know that. She just sat on Jon’s comfy couch, positioning herself in a I’m-currently-very-serious way.

  “So? Are you going to answer or what? Am I going to have to repeat myself? Hello? Are you deaf or something?” Melanie asked, clearly oblivious to the fact that Jon can hear eight times well than she can.

  “Yes, Melanie. I'm going to answer. You don’t have to repeat yourself. Hi. No, I'm not deaf.”

  “Gee thanks, but it looks like you still haven’t answered my question,” Melanie retorted, sass starting to show in her voice.

  “I didn't know what was going to happen,” Jon lied. “I saw you, and I saw two men. I saw a knife. So I decided to help out.”

  “Okay…” Melanie said. She opened her mouth and was about to say something else, but at the same time, her phone rang.

  “Hello? Sam? What’s happening?” She answered to the panicking voice, she too, becoming a mixture of scared and nervous.

  “Mel, I don’t know what’s happening,” came the whisper of Sam. If you were the one answering the phone, that whisper would’ve sent shivers down your spine. He sounded like he was on the rim of dying. “I’ve been taken here, to some weird agency, I think. There are people wearing purple and black clothes, here. They might be one of those weird clubs. The two men dressed in black got hit, just like me, because they failed to bring you back.”

  “An agency? You were hit? Why did they want to bring me back?” Melanie asked. People dressed in purple and black sounded so familiar to her. She closed her eyes and forced herself to think about it, if there was any way to save Sam. And Grace. Nothing. Nothing… except for a sensation of a great impact hitting her and a huge feeling of pain. She quickly opened her eyes up again, and shook all of those weird, strange memories away. Then, it was like as if nothing happened, she forgot it all, as she started paying attention to what Sam was saying again.

  “Listen, Melanie. Both me and Grace are going to die. It’s been decided by the Officials, I think. I just called to make sure you were safe, don’t worry about us, and I have no idea why they wanted you. Just stay safe, and - “

  “Hey! No phones, give ‘er ta me, or ya gonna get beat again,” A growl sounded on the other line. A series of beeps sounded. Sam had hung up.

  Melanie just sat there, her hand slowly losing grip on her phone. Her phone slipped out of her hand onto the ground, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t process what had just happened. In the phone, the growl had said ‘beat again.’ That meant Sam had been beaten up already. He was about to die. But yet, all she could do, was just sit here and wait for the news of their death.

  Nothing had ever happened like this before. She was always guarded by the best security all of her life. The one time they weren't, this had to happen.

  She breathed a loud, shaky sigh. Jon, even though he was sitting two meters away from her, had heard the entire conversation. He was not as shocked. After living for three hundred years, he had heard about as many murders and kills as the meals you’ve eaten to this day. He rose up and plopped himself on another chair, one that was faced toward a perfect view of the sky. At night, if he sat there he could see his home. His planet.

  Melanie, stood up furiously and glared at him. “Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?”

  Jon rolled his eyes, sighed and turned around. “I am relaxing. Is there a problem?”

  Melanie glared even harder, if that was possible. “Is there a problem? UM YEAH! My agent and make-up artist, who I have been with for ten years, are about to be killed. Should you be relaxing? Hell NO. You, are supposed to be asking me why I'm so shocked, and after you hear why, offer to drive there to save them.”

  “Why should I? I don’t even know you. I just happened to be walking by, and saved you. That shouldn't mean I'm obliged to help your other friends also,” came the cold reply. You see, Jon wanted nothing to do with humans. He thought that life should go the way it was meant to be, without any interruption from a supernatural being. If humans knew that Jon had powers, he was afraid that they’d start to rely on him. He didn't want that. He didn't want to ruin the life they had planned ahead of them.

  “Why should you?” At this point, Melanie was starting to believe that Jon must be the most cold hearted person alive. “The same reason why you wanted to save me. I can’t live without them. Those two have been with me for ten years in my acting career,  they’re two of my bestest friends. Her shouting had decreased in to a whisper. A sad, lonely whisper. “I don’t know what I’d do without them,” she said, choking on the words. A stray tear fell out, as Melanie quickly brushed it away. She didn't want Jon to think that she was vulnerable.

  Jon decided not to comment about how bestest wasn't a word. Instead, to Melanie's surprise, Jon stood up and walked over. “Grab your coat. I got the car keys.” He said, wiping another tear from Melanie’s eyes.

  Melanie quickly gathered her things, and opened the door. A surprise was there. She screamed. Jon rushed over, just barely controlling the urge to use his super speed.

  Grace was standing at the doorway, covered in blood, looking exhausted.

~*~*~*~

OOOOOOH.

I'm not gonna tell you what's happening next.

Guess who finally found the right title? (I think?)

It's called Starring: The Numbered Society.

Because Jon is from a star, while Melanie is a star, and the last part is for you lovely people to figure out. Soon.
Promise.

Camp NaNo Novel Chapter One

Hey!! Thanks everyone for all of those super super super nice comments on my prologue, I decided to post Chapter One, and maybe the rest! :D Tell me if you liked it please! (And I apologize for the whole copy paste posting going on lately, I'm so busy! o.O But I promise I'll post something original soon!)

Chapter One.

  “Tori, please,” Craig said, holding on to her arm.

  “Listen, Craig. A second chance is not anywhere near your future with me. You had a chance, and you screwed it up.” she growled, tearing her arm apart from Craig’s strong grip.

  “You don’t understand. I was forced to! You know I wouldn’t hurt you, I would never! He promised me it wouldn’t hurt you, and I believed it. I didn’t know it would turn out like this. Listen, after I make you understand, I’m going to confront him.”

  Her bitter laugh sounded, a signal of warning to his ears. “After you make me understand? Craig, you don’t seem to understand. I don’t care about your stupid excuses, I’ve heard enough of them before. How about you skip making me understand, and go confront him? Not that I care. For the last time, we’re done.”

 

And with that, she left, leaving Craig absolutely speechless.

“CUT!”

Melanie sighed, a sigh of happiness. The full day of acting was finally over.

A murmur of thank you began sounding, Melanie contributing to them.

“Great job, Mark and Melanie. Wonderful actually. We got the whole scene down in two takes. You two are probably the most talented actors I’ve ever worked with.

“Thank you, and we’re probably no where close. We’ll continue working hard!” Melanie responded, being as polite as possible. This was something that an actress had to have, otherwise the director would probably hate you forever, and you would never be invited to act in one of their movies or TV shows, ever.

Mark nodded, agreeing with Melanie. “Yes, thanks.” Ah. See, Mark, as the less experienced, was still having trouble balancing the politeness part. His response was less likely to make the director happy.

Call it kissing up… That’s kind of true. But that’s basically what they had to do in order to make a living. And let me tell you, Melanie is not as polite as she seems to be. So it seems… Nowhere close.

Read on. There’s proof.

Once the director was out of view, her agent and makeup artist rushed up, each carrying something to present to Melanie.

“Coffee! Sunglasses!” They said at the same time, handing it over. Melanie took the sunglasses first. It had turned into a routine.

“Thank you, honeys. The bright sun is so terrible on my complexion, and I’ve been so out of it. It took basically all of my energy to film that last scene,” Melanie said dramatically, while smiling sweetly. Even though that smile made every product she advertised get bought a thousand times faster, Sam and Grace personally thought it was a bit… nauseating.

Obviously, that was nowhere near the case. There was barely any sun out, it was clouds everywhere and it was going to rain. And she just had a cup of coffee before doing that scene.

But of course, her two followers just nodded and agreed. Because what else could they do? Say ‘Um, you just had coffee half an hour before, and you still say you need more? I just think you’re addicted’ and get fired? Of course not. Grace and Sam were too smart to do that.

  No, they just led Melanie into the car, wordless as Sam plopped himself on the drivers seat. With a loud vroom from the engine, they were heading back home.

  Melanie opened up her window and let the wind blow into her hair. For a reason she never knew, the wind in her hair always felt like she was running, free and wild. Being herself, the true side of herself, the one that no one knew.

  “Hey! It’s Melanie Milne!”

  “Isn’t that the star of the top TV series Magic and Trouble?”

  “Melanie! Can I have your signature?”

 

  She sighed. She really got tired of dealing with fans. But quickly, she composed herself. She waved and smiled at anyone who was passing by. Sam, who had heard the commotion, had slowed the car down so they were going bicycle speed now. She blew one last kiss at the gathering crowd and drew the window back up.

 

  “Alright Sam, get the move on.” She commanded, and rested her head against her hand. She never really understood being famous. Being famous meant that you had fans all over, paparazzi mobbing you everywhere you went. But Melanie, unlike the other stars, had always asked why. She was just someone who could act. Who could transform herself into someone else because she was too tired to be herself. She was a person. Like everyone else. She closed her eyes, trying to relax. After all, she was a huge star, and she needed to keep her beauty by resting.

  The car screeched to a stop, the door opened, and two guys dressed in black came in. Of course, Melanie didn’t notice anything until too late.

She opened her eyes to see Grace having her hands tied at her back, her eyes wide and speechless, and hearing Sam’s muffled scream.

  Melanie panicked. She reached for her phone, but then she felt a hand suffocating her. Or at least, trying to make it seem like she was suffocating. He actually left an airhole at the crack of his fingers for her to breathe in.

  “Shh.” The man whispered. “I’m getting you out of here.”

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My Camp NaNoWriMo Book

Prologue

She’s running. Where? She doesn't know. She just wants to get out of there. Out of that place. It’s full of her worst memories, the ones she never wants to keep. She’s running for her life.

People call from behind, asking her to come back. Or rather, forcing her to come back. But she’s had enough. She runs, and doesn’t look back.

Before when she was forced to run around the court, she would be exhausted at the end of only one lap. Not this time. She was full with joy. She was doing exactly what she’d always wanted to do, what she’d always wished for.

Running, and breaking free.

What she doesn’t know is that there is something lurking around the corner. Her mind is still fresh with the feeling of freedom – Something she’s never experienced before.

She turns, trying to get the people screaming and running after her to go away. But at the same time, too late to turn back, a truck is rumbling down high speed down the road.

She is stuck in the middle. She sprints forward, trying to make it before the truck hits her, but her entire left side crashes in with the truck as she hears it try to screech into a stop.

Everything turns black.

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Princess of Perildton ~ Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

 

Jazz

  Once I got home, I dropped my messenger bag with a plunk. I hung my coat on one of the many hooks on the Standfield family coat rack. 
  “Mom! Dad! I’m home, and I’m going out to practice!” I shouted to my parents.
   “Okay, sweetheart! Make sure no one sees you!” The familiar voice belonging to my mom called back.
   I quickly stepped out of my Ugg boots, and ran up the stairs. After I passed Jared’s room, I reached my own. 
   I swung open my pink and purple decorated door to reveal my room, which was purple themed with touches of pink. I scurried to my bed, and reached underneath of it. My hands grasped something carved and hard. 
   I took it out from the dusty floor, fingers grasping it tightly. A new zing of excitement zipped through my head to my feet, just like it did every time I held it.
   My bow.
   Next, I went to the very back of my closet. I grabbed my quiver of arrows.
   I had a secret. One that no one but my family knew about. Not even Emellie. Not even Alexa. My secret.
   I took the backdoor. I walked across the green grass of our backyard and cut through many shortcuts and reached the familiar dirt trail in the woods. Eventually, it lead me to a clearing, with a red and white target nailed firmly on a tree.
   I reached behind my back and grabbed a silver arrow from my quiver. I fit the notched end into my bowstring and pulled at it. Taking careful aim at the target, I released it. Zing! The arrow shot through the air and hit dead center. 
   I grinned, pleased at myself. Not bad, Jazz. But you could do even better. At least that’s what Mom and Dad told you.
   In our family, my great-great-grandma was a very brave archeress for a king in some somewhere in someplace. Apparently, she’d even saved the entire kingdom along with the princess of the kingdom. I wasn’t quite sure about it, though I’d heard the legend many times. It had kind of passed on, the archeress skills. My grandma had also been a brave archeress for the next king of the same place. But my mom wasn’t. My mom was good, but she didn’t want to be an archeress. She’d preferred to stay home and edit her magazines, instead.
Me, on the other hand, was the most talented archer in the family. More so than my mom, brother, and dad. And also unlike my mom, I absolutely loved shooting. It relaxed me, like it was doing right now.
I went forth to inspect where the arrow had hit. As I did, I noticed that the arrow had pinned a slip of paper on the target. 
I took my arrow away and unfolded the paper. 

Archeress of many generations,

You are wanted back.

Come.

Along with Princess

And along with the Singer,

To a place you’ve never known about,

But yet you belong here.

Midnight will find you.

He will bring you there.

I folded the piece of paper and tucked it away in my jean pocket. That was weird. It was oddly similar to the story of my great-great-grandma. Going with a Princess to an unknown land. But what did Midnight finding me mean?
Confused, I grabbed another silver arrow from my quiver and shot it. Bulls-eye, again.
After half an hour of shooting, it started getting dark. I decided it was time to go home.
I was walking back, something caught my eye. A Unicorn? It was a magical white, it’s horn swirled with white, pink and blue. Just as my eyes locked on it, it vanished.
Now what in the world did I just see?
I shook the confusing thoughts away and continued back home.

~ ~ ~

   Slam! went the screen door.
   “Jazz, have you finished practicing?” The gruff voice of my father called.
   “Yeah. It was good. Bull’s-eye every time,” I said, as I kicked off my boots.
   “Yeah right, Spazz. Stop bragging. You know you aren’t that good,” My annoying brother Jared said. 
   “Really? I think you’re just jealous.”
   “Of who. You? No, I don’t think you’re worth it.”
   I rolled my eyes. This jerk was what I had to deal with every time I went back home. I wish the chair he was sitting in could break, I thought furiously.
   SNAP!
   I jumped. “What was that?” I ran into the dining room and found Jared sitting in a broken chair. 
   I gasped. “What happened?”
   He groaned, sitting up from the broken chair. “This stupid chair snapped on me.”
   My head was swimming. Could it be? No, it couldn't. Things can’t just happen because I thought them. 
   Could they?

Princess of Perildton ~ Part One

Haii, peoples. This is a new story! For my FIRST EVER fantasy!!! :O 

So. That's why it may not be all that great. But who cares? I certainly don't. Because. I. Love. Writing. 

Anyhoo, I wanna hear your thoughts! Please comment. 

Don't be mean. Unless it's constructive criticism. But that shouldn't be mean.

*Clears throat*

One more thing:

It's my story, 'kay?

'Kay. O.o

A Very Short Prologue

   "Are you sure it's her?"

   "Nonsense! It's my own daughter! I know what she looks like!"

   The crystal ball glowed bright, and then suddenly the girl with brown curls disappeared from it. But the ball kept glowing. And glowing. And glowing. The King and Teller couldn't take their hands away from their eyes. 

   CRASH!

   The crystal ball broke and shattered into a million pieces.

   A dark and rich voice came out of nowhere and spoke. "She will save."

   On cue, the million pieces of the crystal ball rose up and formed a ball again.  It stopped glowing and made it seem like absolutely nothing had happened.

"W-w-what does this mean?" The King asked, terrified.

"Your kingdom is about to fall in pieces. That’s what the crystal ball breaking meant. Your daughter will come, and she will save your kingdom.” And with that, Teller disappeared. 

Chapter One 

 

Emellie

I blinked, the bright sun in my eyes. My arm swung to the alarm clock on my bedside table. 7:50, it read. All of a sudden I was more awake. 7:50!!! I WAS LATE FOR SCHOOL!

I leaped out of bed and tore open my closet. Oh, the choices the choices. There was no time for that now. I grabbed some clothes that looked good together and put them on, my hands a blur. I brushed my brown wavy hair and used a clip to pull my bangs backward. I looked at myself at the mirror, and rushed downstairs.

"Mom!" I called. "I'm late! I have to go -  bye love you!" 

"Wait - Emellie, there's something I need to te-" My mom started. But by then it was too late. I had already put on my coat and mittens and gone outside.

I sprinted all the way to the stop sign where Alexa, Jazz and I met. There they were, about to go. Probably tired of waiting for me. "Hey! Wait!" I called, my black Sorel boots banging on the paved sidewalk. 

They turned. When Alexa and Jazz saw me, they waved. "Hi Em!" Jazz greeted with a smile on her face. "We were just about to go. Where were you?"

"Hey Jazz. Hey Alexa," I panted. "Apparently my alarm clock needs new batteries, because I didn't hear its annoying beep today."

"Em, it's fine. I was just a bit surprised when Jazz showed up before you," Alexa teased.

Jazz, as fashion queen of Elkwood Elementary, was always "fashionably late."

Jazz playfully punched Alexa on the arm. "Come on, Lex. I'm not that bad."

I laughed. "Sure you aren't. So, remind me, just how many times have you been late this year?"

Jazz thought for a second. "Only ten! Oh wait... Fifteen. Never mind, twenty."

"And school only started a month ago," Alexa shook her head in a what are we going to do with you way. Alexa, as brain of the grade, was always punctual and on time. 

"Well, Alexa dear, being late once in a while could be healthy, you know?" Jazz teased her.

"Guys, seriously? We should talk about something else," I suggested.

They looked at me, surprised. "Like what?"

I grinned knowingly. "Oh, just, something simple, like, maybe our school starts in 3 minutes and we're still at the stop sign meeting place?"

"Oh. My. Gosh!" They screamed, and started sprinting down the sidewalk. 

I sighed. My two best friends could be so ditzy at times. I started running also. I was fast, and caught up to them in a few seconds. Then passed them in another few seconds. 

"Bye guys! See you there!" I called.

They made some good-natured faces at me, and then continued running. 

I relaxed, feeling the wind on my face and in my hair. Running was my thing. Alexa and Jazz always encouraged me to join the track team, but it never seemed worth it to me. I liked to run, alone and for leisure time. 

     

    I found my way into school with one minute to spare. Alexa and Jazz should be able to make it, I thought.

Sure enough, just as the bell rang, Alexa and Jazz came in the school yard, faces red and taking fast, short breaths. I grabbed them by their arms and dragged them into the doorway of the school. 

And so the school day began.

~ ~ ~

As I walked home from school after Jazz and Alexa had gone, I found something in front of my doorstep. A little piece of paper with fancy cursive words.

I reached down and picked it up.

To Emellie, it read.

Emellie? My name was Emellie. Could it be addressed to me?

After a moment's hesitation, I opened the folded paper.

You are the Saver.

We need you.

Come.

A place you've never known about,

but yet you belong here.

The Unicorn that you possess

Will come alive when you say

I am Emellie, the Princess.

Confused, I tucked it in my pocket. What did it mean? I decided that it was nothing but a joke, but I would ask my mom about it.

"Mom! I'm home!" I went into the living room and found my mom reading a letter.

I dropped my backpack and plopped down on the couch beside her. "Whatcha reading?

She started, as if just noticing me. She seemed flustered. 

"Mom? Is something wrong?" My body had an alarm for whenever my mom was upset. When you grow up alone with your mom, that's what happens. 

My dad died when I was still little. I have no idea of him in my head. I've seen pictures of him, but I could never recall him talking to me, or rocking baby me in his arms. I really did wish that I could remember. When Father's Day comes, I feel so alone. Everyone is planning what to do for their dads while I have nothing to say, just sitting there wishing I still had a dad.

My mom turned around, smiling. But the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Nothing is wrong, Emellie. Just thinking about your dad. 

"Oh. I miss him also, mom." I reached out and gave her a hug.

She wrapped her arms around me and patted my back in a soothing rhythm. "I know you do, honey. I know you do."

I snuggled in my mom's arms for a few minutes. After many hours in the kitchen, she smelled like a combination of delicious foods mixed with her Violets perfume. I breathed it all in. 

My mom pulled away from me first. "Emellie, I've got to go make dinner, okay? I think you'll enjoy what I have planned for you tonight."

I nodded. "Okay!"

When she left, I went upstairs to my room. I immediately dropped down on my bed. I loved it, it was so relaxing. I looked at my alarm clock. There was something beside it. A unicorn ceramic figure. It was white with glitter over it, and the horn was a light baby blue with touches of a bright hot pink. 

I touched it gently, and then picked it up. Huh. I didn't remember buying it before. Where had it come from?

Suddenly, I remembered something. The note! I took it out of my pocket and reread the part about the Unicorn.  

The Unicorn that you possess 

Will come alive when you say

I am Emellie, the Princess.

I gasped inwardly. Did it mean that when I say those five words, this unicorn model would become a real, live, magical unicorn?

I rushed downstairs and shouted, “Mom! Be right back!”

I speed-walked outside and went into a spot where no one could see me. I placed the unicorn ceramic model on the soft green grass carpet and quickly said,

“I am Emellie, the Princess.”

For a few seconds, nothing happened. I furrowed my brow. Maybe my hunch wasn’t right, then. But just as I reached forward to take it away, the glitter on the unicorn ceramic began to move. My hand dropped back to my side.

The glitter moved around the unicorn’s body. Slowly, the unicorn kept getting larger and larger until it got to the height of a real horse.

The unicorn’s mouth opened. But instead of neighing, it spoke.

“Hello, Princess Emellie.”

Inspiration for a NEW. STORY. :)

OH. My. GOOSHNESS. (Goodness/gosh) 

I just got inspired.

Like seriously.

I'm talking a LOT.

So much, that it's enough for a short novel.

All with this photo:

Her name is Emellie. 

She WAS a normal girl.

Her life is going to change. So much.

Let's get this started. 

I'll have first chapter posted by January second! 

Dancing My Heart Out ~ An IQS ~ Part Three

The next morning, I had a thought that I immediately rejected. But then reconsidered.

The little voice in the back of my head and in the depths of my heart whispered to me. "Why are you trying so hard? Sometimes you just need to move on. And maybe that means that you have to move on from Mrs. King."

I shook my head hardly as if I could shake the thought away. No, I thought furiously. Mrs. King has been my ballet teacher for more than half of my life! I can't just let her go.

I stared at my ceiling that was sky blue with fluffy white clouds painted on it. Was the depths of my heart right? Was it time to let go? My heart ached at the thought. I couldn't bear to leave Mrs. King. She was my mother. My other mother, who understood the dancer part of me.

I sighed. After a few more minutes debating which part of me was right, I decided I needed to talk to Mrs. King. A true heart to heart when I told her everything I was thinking of would help. If she wanted me to stay with her, she would have to say so. If she encouraged me to move on, I... Would have to move on. As painful as it was bearing the thought that the second option might happen, I was still going to see Mrs. King.

I grabbed the house phone that was stood on my nightstand and punched in a few nightstands. I waited a few rings. When the person at the other end finally picked up, I took a deep breath.

"Mrs. King? I'd like to talk to you as soon as possible. Could we meet at The Coffee Shop right across from the studio?"

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I think that they'll be probably, around, maybe 5 parts to this IQS. So. Enjoy! 

Dancing My Heart Out ~ An IQS Continued

As I looked at the empty ballet studio that I'd known for eight years, I thought about how my ballet journey had started. When I'd first watched a video of the ballet Nutcracker at the age of six, I'd gotten hooked. I'd immediately asked my mom to sign me up for ballet lessons. For two years, I'd switched in between ballet teachers, all saying that I was too talented and needed a more serious teacher. My last teacher, Mrs. Liu, a graceful Asian-American had recommended Mrs. King.

That's how Mrs. King and I's journey began. The first time I danced for her, I was nervous but did well overall. It wasn't my best. She saw through my nervousness and saw the real dancer inside me. The strong, potential ballet dancer who had a dream. She helped my inner dancer come out. Slowly in the next eight years, she dealt with my weaknesses, strengthened my strengths, and put me in competitions. I can't say I'd been all that agreeable, but now that I look back, I am so glad she put me there. SHE was the one who knew me the best, better than I knew myself. Now she was gone.

My eyes started to well up. No, I thought furiously to myself. This is not a time to cry. You must stay strong, Camilla. You need to find a way to make this studio stay.
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That night, I barely at any dinner. I didn't even think about eating dinner because my mind was set on finding an idea of how to keep the studio. Which actually was pretty hard and stressful, given on the fact that the government wanted to take it apart to build a railroad. Which was pretty important. I let out a frustrated groan.

"Camilla, what's wrong?" My mom, Leslie Parker asked me in a very concerned tone. "You've hardly eaten any dinner, and haven't talked for the whole day ever since you got back from that dancing competition."
"Ignore her," My little sister, Paige said. "She's just being that boring Camilla she is."

I sighed. I wasn't being the greatest big sister, I know. Paige, at age 8, was still in that mood where she needed someone to play with her at all times. Sadly, I have no time. In fact, I harshly rejected her this afternoon, which is why she was - is - being icy towards me.

Just great, I thought. This whole thing was making everyone upset. NOT a good start.
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Yay! It's being  continued, since I have lots planned for this IQS. :) Stay tuned!! AAH! So excited!