There is always a beginning to a story. The beginning to this story is the beginning of a life. And the beginning of every life begins the same- with an egg and a sperm cell. While this is a touchy topic, it is always visited by a curious child much like your past self. Perhaps it is visited by a joking teenager, or a naughty adult, but this is all around us. So when Diana was born of this cause, it was not an unusual effect.
Diana, now, was born on a Tuesday one Spring Break day to a mother without a father and a father without a brother. For Diana was born to Kim Day and Joseph Arling. Kim was a subtle woman, with the darkest of brown hair and hazel eyes. She was petite in all forms of the word, except of course, her bodess, which was especially full. Diana's father was named Joseph, and was a kind soul. He was a joker, a real brunette boy. He was skinny and almost fragile looking, but he had the highest hopes of becoming a military man.
Diana arrived in the world at 11:45 AM in the morning, practically a noon baby. She was born with long night black hair and long nails. Somehow, the nurses said, she was exceptionally hungry. Diana was born one gloomy, rainy day, lest her middle name became Drear. While this name was often confused, Diana's full name was an ordeal in itself. Diana Drear Darling was her full name, prepped and tomboyish as it was. Darling, unlike her parents name, was a strange combination of their generations names- Day and Arling. The change happened suddenly, for the parents soon realized that Diana Drear Day sounded "too matchy" and Diana Drear Arling was simply too "not them". So, as if trying on the news style of shirt in a store, Diana's parents decided on her name.
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The Adventurous Tale of Diana Darlings
AdventureThe world stopped when she smiled, but this wasn't enough. The world froze when she danced, but this, too, was not enough. Because inside this girl's heart there lied a true being, a true person, and a new story.
