So as I promised you all that I'll start working on my book, after September which I did. WHOOP WHOOP HUBBA HUBBA.
Shit._. Sorry ok. (I say shit alot._.) :D ok enjoy chapter 2:) bye
And yes I haven't proof read it, so sorry for the mistakes.
this chapter's dedicated to ladysarcsam go read her books guys and she've helped me a lot here :) thanks so yeah here you go an another UPDATED chapter.
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I woke up early on Sunday. The morning was queer and the house was quite, I could not hear my sister blabbering her school stories to mom and I could not smell the aroma of the freshly made scrambled eggs and coffee. I got up and changed into a black baggy sweat shirt and red denim jeans. I always liked sweat shirts, they're comfortable, plus I like hiding my fingers inside the Long sleeves.
I went in to my mother's room. There's always something strange in her room. I could still feel my dad's presence in that room. After my dad's death I didn't go to his room for almost an year afraid that I might cry or curse, afraid that something might happen to me!. Mom didn't touch anything of dad's. His clothes are hung in the closet the same as before.
mom was still sleeping, she looks pretty when she is asleep, looks young, less beaten up, less hopeless and less lonely.
After my father was murdered, she lost hope, she would just stare at my father's picture all day long and talk to herself. For the first five days me and Lilly would sleep together and won't have anything for dinner except stale bread and jam. Then our Grandmother came, took us with her, so mom could get over with the fact that dad wasn't here with us anymore!
I close my mom's bedroom door quietly and tiptoe downstairs.
I go to the back garden and take Rover, my pet dog out for a walk, he was a birthday gift, gifted to me by my dad when I turned 11. Rovers a big brown jolly dog with a long, wet tongue always hanging out of his mouth. He's a perfect company, Somebody to whom you can to to for hours. I mostly talk about Dad with him, I just can't talk about my him with mum. It's saddening plus her eyes gets all watery and her nose gets red like a tomato just by hearing his name.
The weather was cold and gloomy. I start to think of Margret again, who I met yesterday, Is she new in town?, how did she know about my father? did she confuse me with somebody else?
And the boy, where have I seen him before?
Thinking of all those jumbled questions Gave me a headache. Just then, I suddenly bump into a strange unexpected statue which I had never seen before.
"Ow..! this is weird" I say, talking to myself rubbing my head. How can I never notice this statue before, I come here all the time
The statue was about 5-6 ft tall, it was a girl, bowing in weird posture, but it was beautifully built and carefully carved. And then with my great luck a boy bumps into me knocking me over again.
why am I the whose knocked all the time
"Ouch!"
"Oh sorry, I didn't see you there!" A masculine voice says, i could feel the smile in his vocie.
"Well watch where you're going" i say rubbing off the dirt from my jeans.
"Well well, cupcake you've gone more cold-hearted" he says
"huh?" i say looking at him
He was snickering, his head bowed down looking at the ground, he was wearing a blue hair cap, I could see his brown hair.
"What did you call me?" I say threateningly
"Cupcake!" He says lifting up his head showing his green emerald eyes. Smiling mischievously
These eyes,
I can not believe my eyes. After all those years, but..
how?.
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I'm sorry if it's not too perfect, but believe me i'm trying hard, i think about my book all the time even in school.
and i know it's a little short, but i wanted to write it so bad. ditched my homework :D so yeah i'm busted. Anyway this is the UPDATED second chapter. i hope you like it :) and plz leave a comment and vote bye :) much love
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The Dark Days
HumorMeet Gloria, your mysterious l15 year old girl whose known as a sociopath and a weirdo in school. After her father's death (that's what everyone says so). Gloria ventures out to seek revenge and the mystery behind her father's death. Encountering a...