"Mum, can you please tell me the story now."
"Yes, my darling. But please climb off of the settee and come outside to the garden."
Here I am, me, not anything special. Before I begin to tell you the story I've held so dear to me, I'll let you know about myself.
My name is Myah, I'm from Sheffield, England. I'm a born and raised northerner. I've got one daughter and my caring husband. I am 27 years of age. I have powerful hazel eyes with a tinted caramel tone, lushes eyelashes and a small frame. My thick sand blonde hair reaches the to the middle of my back. My nose is sprinkled with small freckles. The pigment of my skin is almost colourless. And I'm about to tell my daughter the complex relationship between humans and their feelings. In which can create a chemistry between people, and in nature, the result sometimes ending in love.
Back to reality.
The grass beneath my bare feet slowly bent as I walked sheepishly across the path to the gateway. Vines covered the bare fence, the sun was high in the sky but hidden by gloomy clouds. The air was whispering like ghost in nightmares my daughter has sometimes. But, lucky for myself, her father is just like a ghost buster to her. I heard small pitter patters behind me, looking to find my daughter, Nina. She was young, 9 almost 10 to be exact. To be honest with you, she looked more like her dad. You wouldn't be able to tell she was mine, if it weren't for her small almond eyes and tiny ears. Her hair was thin, wavy an off chocolate colour with a light shimmer in the sun. Eyes as big as the full moon. Sympathetic green eyes with a brown glow, and my carmel ring on the outside. And a smile that could light up a run down city. She was beautifully sculptured.
"Okay, we're here! Mum, mum, mum, pleeeeeaaaseeeee tell me now!" She sat herself on the cement block that covered our run down cherry stump. Swinging her legs eagerly.
"I will, but, my darling, you need to be patient, patients is key. Remember that." I told her while taking a deep breath in.
/authors note/
OKAY, HI. THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC EVER.
Let me know what you think!
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Xkarleigh
Chapter two: The beginning for an eternal hell raising seen.
It began when I was a bartender at Mi's Wing. It was a vacant night, so I was sent home. After cleaning the pleather booth and cheap carpeted floors I hung up my uniform. It fit me like an adult nappy.
(A nappy is another word for diaper)
I walked outside to be greeted by lonesome street lights and forgotten alleyways. The heels of boots created a rhythm against the rigged sidewalk. I pulled out my telephone to give my roommate, Breana a ring. It was rather foolish of me, actually. Considering the time of hour. So I relcultently put my device into my coat's pocket.
"The fookin slag, the th-hhh. Cheers, laddddieeesss. You're a prick! Yeah yeah yeah yeah." I heard a man shout.
"What in the world" I thought to myself.
Turning around swiftly I noticed a man with a mustache that he had not shaved for many years. He stumbled foolishly, mumbling under his breath. Kicking curses to the wind and being angry at the world. Perhaps it was the booze that brought out the dickhead in him. Or maybe he has just gotten over a harsh heart break. I shuttered. Whatever it was, I did not fancy to be enlightened into. Picking up my pace to the train station, I decided I no longer wanted to go to my shared flat. Walking against the howling of the dead night, I made it to the train station after what seemed to be ages.
"An' where may ye' be 'eaded to, my lady?"
The driver asked me politely as I handed him £21.
