A Black and White World

A Black and White World

Copyright © 2012 Isabella Bruno

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Note from writer:

Dear Reader,

First of all I would like to thank you personally from choosing to read my story, that means a lot to me. I promise I will try to make this story entertaining as possible and keep the magic in it alive. Now that most of my exams are over, I have much more free time on my hands thus meaning I will have more time to update my stories that I have posted on my wattpad. This is book is a project for my summer and I would like to try and finish it before the end of the year and depending how this goes, I was thinking maybe a squeal to the story. But who knows how well this story will be.

Hope you enjoy reading.

Many thanks

Issy

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Prologue: Dancing Our Lives Away.    

A young girl stood tall with her blonde hair tumbling down to her wait in perfectly messy curls. The sound of her stilettos echoed as they clicked on the gravelled ground. Heads turned to her as she passed the lines of peoples who were waiting patiently but were covering amongst another. Her rouge lips turned into a devilish smile from the whispers from the distance. She strutted over to the front of the line and without a word she flashed a card in front of the doorman. Without question she was granted entry to the venue. Instantly as she was allowed passed harsh yells where heard in the distance were soon drowned out with the pounding of the stereo.

The room was filled with a sea of people dressed in the fullest of black or white. Each person was dancing away, loosing themselves to the way of the music. Waiters and bartenders waltzing around everywhere waiting on every single person so there glasses were never empty. The girls smirked widen at the thought that she was in heaven, then grew larger at the thought of this party not as a heaven, but as if hell was empty for the night and all the demons were here to party.

She walked forward into the room, already overwhelmed by the atmosphere of the room.

“This is going to be one hell of a party,” she told herself.

A waiter came over to her with a tray full of champagne, without thinking twice the sinister looking girl took the glass, downing some of the alcohol. She let the sweetness of it side down her throat, just clenching some of thirst, for alcohol. She kept the drink in her hand and began walking towards the direction of the dance floor. When suddenly some bashed into her, letting the remainder of her drink spill all over her and the glass shattered into an oblivion crystals on the white tiled floor.

“What the hell!” she said in a cold voice.

The person who had knocked her, stood there in shock, he began to panic and fuss over her apologising over and over again.