A wrote this a few years ago. Sorry it took so long, i had to find all the pieces. So without further ado....
‘Oooh,’ she murmured just a little too loudly, as she strained her neck up to gaze over the gleaming mansion in front of her very own eyes. ‘It’s so big…and beautiful!’
And it was. The house stood atop a small, slightly crooked hill, covered in a lush green blanket spotted with various flowers here and there. A shallow stream made itself known by whispering lullabies as it flowed like liquid feathers around the left side of the house, and disappeared somewhere into the forest far, far in the backyard. Most of the house was painted a pale yellow that shined bright with invitation when the sun beamed against its panels. The borders around the windows were a deep gray, making them seem oddly out of place, and yet right at home in this vast reality that looked exactly like pictures out of a fairytale that Amber Blake had envisioned countless times before, but had never been in reach of.
She shivered in sheer joy.
Amber had many delightful qualities, inside and out, although time and pain had made her lose some of them. Her skin was a creamy ivory, with a perfect weight and height of 5’ 6’’. She had light, wavy brown hair that hung just past her shoulders, and icy blue eyes that could seduce anyone within reach. Yet she constantly disagreed.
It took much conscious effort to pull her eyes away from the glowing spectacle and look at the man that was now standing beside her. He was smiling.
‘I’m glad you like it,’ he whispered soothingly, ‘because it’s yours now, too.’
As Amber looked into his eyes, she thought she saw caution and fear flash across his features. Why the nervousness, she thought? Everything was perfect.
And it was. This was her home. A home she’d been fighting for almost all her life. Both her parents died when she was only 5 months old, in a terrible car accident. She’d been in foster homes ever since. Until now. Now she had it all…well, almost. There was one void within her heart that could not be filled by her happy thoughts. She needed to find her sister. Her long-lost identical twin sister who was mysteriously sent someplace elsewhere, her sister that she would never see again. Amber glanced at her wrist to see the bracelet that would forever be a part of her. She wasn’t sure why, it was just a plain red bracelet with a hook clasp and her name written across the front. But it meant something.
Thinking of her sister always brought tears to her eyes, but her new husband, Jack, thought they were simply tears of happiness. As she tried to gaze at him unobtrusively, his bronze hair gleamed against the rays of sun dancing along his frame, creating facets of blonde crystals that highlighted the edges of his face, making him even more handsome, if that was possible. Jack was about a half of a foot taller than her, and he always wore such fancy and elaborate outfits that seemed to be pulled right out of Chicago in the 30s, making him that much more romantic and mysterious. This miniscule fact puzzled Amber whenever she wondered about it, because it made him look out-of-place, but Amber always was, so she never bothered to ask. He quickly bent down to kiss her, and then led her up the long pebble path that abruptly cut off at the massive oak door. She giggled as he nudged her inside, reached around the door frame, and flicked the light switch.
Society would think it strange for the two to be married. Who else were newly-weds at seventeen around this place? But Amber paid no mind; she finally had a home where she would be accepted and safe. As they stepped inside, there was a loud screech that made them both jump in fright, which was soon followed by a velvet black cat who flew past with his hair standing on its ends.
‘It’s okay, just Pluto.’ Jack said, as his seductively smooth voice echoed off the walls.
Amber stepped into the middle of the room and spun around to take it all in. Impossibly, the inside was even better! The giant walls were a plain off-white, with art and miscellaneous objects spread around, the floors were a smooth green and white marble, and there was a dark wooden staircase enshrined with green jewels to the left that wound its way up to the next floor, which could clearly be seen because the stairs formed into a hallway that wound around the entire level. The reason she knew this without venturing further was that the hallway didn’t have a full length wall, so the doors could be easily seen over the ledge.
