Just the beginning of a story I may or may not write.
Let me know what you think. heart
I never really understood why people would say, "Be careful what you wish for". Now I know.
A boy; right around my age, was standing in the center of my room. His hair was black, long enough to give him that "emo kid" look. His icy blue eyes peered at me through the pieces of hair that covered his eyes with mock interest. The more I looked at him, the more insane I felt. This had to be something my mind had conjured. This was crazy.
But not only that, what would my mother think?! She NEVER allowed boys in my room, and probably wouldn't until I was 50. If she saw this boy, she'd have a coronary.
It was the boy's cool voice which broke my long stream of thoughts. His voice sounded rather indifferent, but even its neutral tone sounded beautiful. I felt my face flush as he spoke. "Who are you, exactly?"
"I..uhm..my name is Anabelle," I started, my voice uneven. This was ridiculous. "This would be my room." The boy's expression changed from indifference to some form of shock.
"What?! How'd I get here?!" The boy said in disbelief. "I wasn't supposed to show up for at least another two years! Anabelle..you weren't supposed to..gah."
And now I didn't like him. He was acting like it was my fault he was here.
So much for being Mr. Indifferent.
That's it...I don't really know quite where I'm going with this, or how good that little bit I've come up with was, but I guess it's okay. Especially considering I haven't written a story in about half a year. XD; My writing skills might be a bit rusty, but if I continue this, it'll get better. Promise.
l Califone l · Tue Jul 22, 2008 @ 09:00am · 1 Comments |