Forever_Pandah
Chapter 1
Taylor Hope's POV
My eyes fluttered open to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I hated Mondays. To make things worse, today was Valentines day. I hated Valentines day. It was just a sad, annoying excuse for people to be cheesy and desperate. I hated the pink and the red hearts, the chocolate, the balloons, EVERYTHING!
"Taylor, sweetie. Get up!"
My mother's sweet voice always puts me in a good mood. I loved her so much!
"I'm up mom!"
Stree (you accidentally typed two e's.)tching, I got up and yawned. "Time for hxll <--?" I mumbled.
The delicious scent of the pancakes and bacon floated into my room.
"Taylor! I made breakfast!"
"I'm aware of that, mom. I'll be down in five mintues."
* * * * *
Ten minutes later(,) I was staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like my regular, normal self.Although a description is appreciated, listing appearances is not a sentence. I would suggest putting a semicolon instead of a period after self,
then say "I had..." light,
long brown hair, green eyes, light honey colored skin, perfect slant
nose,thin. I was... myself. But somehow,I felt different. Was it my new skinny-jeans,or my older sister's black converse? Maybe my favorite short stack shirt? No, no. it was something else, something totally different. Stay in one tense so you don't confuse your readers.
"Taylor! Your pancakes are getting cold!" screeched my six year old sister, Amise.
"Coming!"
Taylor Hope's POV
My eyes fluttered open to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I hated Mondays. To make things worse, today was Valentines day. I hated Valentines day. It was just a sad, annoying excuse for people to be cheesy and desperate. I hated the pink and the red hearts, the chocolate, the balloons, EVERYTHING!
"Taylor, sweetie. Get up!"
My mother's sweet voice always puts me in a good mood. I loved her so much!
"I'm up mom!"
Stree (you accidentally typed two e's.)tching, I got up and yawned. "Time for hxll <--?" I mumbled.
The delicious scent of the pancakes and bacon floated into my room.
"Taylor! I made breakfast!"
"I'm aware of that, mom. I'll be down in five mintues."
* * * * *
Ten minutes later(,) I was staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like my regular, normal self.Although a description is appreciated, listing appearances is not a sentence. I would suggest putting a semicolon instead of a period after self,
then say "I had..." light,
long brown hair, green eyes, light honey colored skin, perfect slant
nose,thin. I was... myself. But somehow,I felt different. Was it my new skinny-jeans,or my older sister's black converse? Maybe my favorite short stack shirt? No, no. it was something else, something totally different. Stay in one tense so you don't confuse your readers.
"Taylor! Your pancakes are getting cold!" screeched my six year old sister, Amise.
"Coming!"
