Melancholy (Book I)

Ghastly

O serpent hid with a flowering face

Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave

Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical dove

Feather raven, wolvish ravening lamb

Despised substance of devinest show

Just opposite to what thou justly seemest

A damned saint, an honorable villain

- William Shakespeare

Chapter One.

I sat silently around my wooden table staring at the blank notebook that filled the space. I was sitting there for two hours, thoughtless and idealess scribbling my initials all over the surface of the desk. This was my final novel,the last in the series and I hadn't even started yet.

It was a cool day in the west side of Corren, a very small peaceful countryside town that I had settled in for a while to do my writing. I was on the 3rd floor of a small apartment complex, with a nice view and balcony. It was peaceful and quiet up here, just the way I liked it.

I got up out my chair then stretched out my stiff limbs to rid my aching pains and muscles. Restlessly, I walked around in the space then took out a bag of sugar cookies out the refrigerator I had made the day before. I dropped down in my couch and put up my feet on the glass coffee table. Thank god I was alone and rarely anyone came to visit me. I kinda enjoyed things this way, even though it does get lonely sometimes.

Ever since high school, my dreams were to become a writer. My parents didn't like that though, they always dreamed of me becoming they referred to as "more appealing" or "earning" like a lawyer or doctor or something of that sort. When I made it clear to them that I wasn't gonna be what they wanted, they kicked me out and I spent the next 6 months of my life working as a 16 year old cashier with a horrible boss in a burger joint and shacking up in a two bedroom apartment with my sister and her boyfriend.

After that awful phase of my life, I published my first novel and the word got around. I hoped and prayed that my parents would call and apologize to me for everything . But nope, not until three months later and it wasn't much of an apology. It was more like

I-didn't-know-you-would-go-through-with-this

But too bad.

In about an hour I would have to pull my lazy ass up to go to a book signing in city. That wasnt the worst part though, its the fact that I, AVELLA MORCHINO would have sit through the one hour drive with my sister and possibly have to listen throughout the ENTIRE journey to my sister's problems that she's saved up just to tell me. Great...

Reluctantly, I got out the couch and made my way towards the bedroom. I opened my messy closet, trying to find something decent to wear. Shifting through jeans, tops and evening dresses my sister insisted I buy but have never worn. After an agonizing 10 minutes I finally decided on black jeans and red top with a pair of black converse shoes. I wasn't the fancy type and I honestly didn't think people expected me to dress up in a long velvet dress and diamond earrings for something as simple as a book signing. And plus, I own neither of them.

I smiled then quickly slipped into my clothes and tried to tame my ruffled black hair. Unfortunately for me, I had gotten my father's curly wild hair instead of my mother's absolutely perfect silky long brown hair. My sister got that, and also her perfect hourglass shape and bright green eyes. I wouldn't consider myself badly shaped, but my body wasn't curvaceous as I wished it was. I had more of a pear-shaped body which I kept hidden under big jackets and straight loose dresses. I was a lot more conservative than my sister, who was happy to show her perfect body in miniskirts and short dresses. I was the sort-of ugly duckling of the family, which I sadly had to admit.

I looked outside the window just as my sister's shiny Mercedes pulled up to the side of the apartment, she stuck her head out the window beeping her horn and screaming my name. I sighed and thought to myself Maybe, just maybe I should of considered taking the bus.

I took a bottle of water out my refrigerator and a ham sandwich to much along the way. I heard my sister beep loudly again so I quickly made my way out the apartment, locked up and ran down the stairs. I was greeted by Saphire, my eldest sibling who was dressed in a beautiful tight pink sundress with rose prints. Her silky brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her lips were coated in a light pink lipstick that complimented her skin tone and eyes. She was the epitome of beautiful,

Almost perfection.

"Hey doll" she said pulling me into a tight hug.

I cringed then hugged her back tightly, appreciating the kindness and affection. The last time we saw each other, we weren't on very good terms. Actually,I remember the last time we met, I had ripped out some of her hair.

After about a minute, I gently pushed her away and brushed out my slightly crumpled shirt. I saw a frown spread across her face but that was quickly replaced by a radiant smile. I was always amazed at her ability to keep so calm and collected, unlike me who would lash out in pure fury. But then again I had my father's aggressive spirit. Another terrible trait from my father.

We made our way to the car in awkward silence, once inside my sister turned on the radio, up to full volume then began talking and singing continuously. I sat there annoyed and closed my eyes, knowing that this hour would be hell.

A/N

ITS MY FIRST BOOK , YAY . SORRY FOR SHORT CHAPTER. BUT MORE WILL COME

I PROMISE

J.S