It was as normal a day as it could be, the bright sun shining down upon the world, a cloudless sky, and the cheerful noises of animals at play. Perfect conditions for writing, I thought. Then the doorbell rang throughout the house.
"Gwen, go get the door!" I heard my oldest brother, Bennet, yell from his spot in front of the TV.
"Why don't you get it yourself?" I said from my room. After a short argument spoken across rooms, I reigned victorious and we answered the door together.
Good thing no one was there, because we had taken quite a while to open the door. Instead of a person, there was a box marked: "To Gwenevieve J. Happy Birthday!" I stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. No one knew my birthday besides Aunt, Uncle, and I, so who could have sent this?
"Oh, a gift! It must be for me!" My second oldest brother, George, said.
Realizing he was going to take it, I grabbed the box and ran upstairs to my room, locked the door, and sighed. Making sure they couldn't open the door, I unwrapped the present. Inside was an inkwell, a quill, and a thick journal and key. I hid the inkwell and quill, then unlocked the journal. I looked through the book, beginning to end, but it was filled with blank pages.
"Who would send me this?" I thought aloud.
"No one, 'cause it's mine!" I heard George yell outside my door. I sighed and knew there was no convincing them.
"Well, I guess I should tell you," I began, hoping that I would finally get through their thick skulls. "It's my birthday!" I bit my lip and closed my eyes, hoping that it had worked.
"No it's not!" I heard Bennet say. "No one knows when it is because we lost your birth certificate!"
How stupid could they be? I know my own birthdate. My parents died five years ago, so I had celebrated nine birthdays with them.
"I think I would know!" I yelled, tears welling up from memories of my parents. I unlocked the door and swung it open. "Look!" I yelled through tears, shoving the card to them. "Now leave me alone!" I slammed the door shut, hoping I wouldn't see them for the rest of the night.
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Hope this didn't suck too much! Constructive criticism is very much welcomed! Also, I'm trying to turn a 3-and-a-half page story into a chapter book, so sorry if the spacing is weird. ALSO! Last thing, I swear! There shall be MANY cliffhangers! Huehuehue :3
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The Heart of Constalicen(Home of The Beasts, Book 1)
FantasyI'm Gwen. I live a normal life with my guardians. Scratch that, my life was never normal. You may know me by my pen name, Guinevere Boq, the writer of "Home of The Beasts"! Truth be told, not everything I've written is fiction. Join me and my... Int...
