When I was 10, and Azalya was 6, I was walking one day, and I saw two people. They said their names were Lynda. And Erik. They were out to get Azalya. I knew as soon as they introduced themselves to me. By this time, Azalya was loved by all. I could have just called the police, and have them both killed for even thinking about laying a finger on her.
But I was actually crazy enough to think I could handle it.
Crazy.
Crazy.
Wise.
I knew they didn't care about me, so I wasn't worried about that. But they wanted Azalya. They saw things that only I could see. When I'm not medicated, that is. So I'd have to be sure never to medicate myself again.
Azalya, at that moment, HAD to come walking up. "Hey, Sandra.." She waved at me with her left hand. "NO!" I yelled, pushing her hand away. "Um...You know you're weird." She told me. "Anyway. I'm being interviewed for the National News later. Did you know there's tourists coming here to Solvang just to see me?! Eep! All because of my eyes and that drink! And I hate them both, but I guess everyone in America loves them!"
"Yeah, Yeah." I told her, growing slightly impatient. "I've got to deal with these...People. Azalya, have you been working on your writing?" She nodded. "Yeah...And I have a secret." Her voice grew quieter. "You don't have to write with this hand. You can write with the other hand, too." She pointed to her left. "I write with this hand all the time now. It helps! Maybe you should try it, Sandra. Your writing isn't exactly beautiful."
":AZALYA!" Yelled the crowd. "COMING!" She yelled, giggling. Little did she know, she would soon hate her so called "Fans."
Azalya now knew she was left-handed. She seemed to even be proud of it.
Uh Oh.
BTW... Solvang California is a real place, & is like my favorite place ever... VISIT IT. :D
