A/N:
SORRY for the late updates
but, news first, then the story, then ending babbles
Story updates?????
we both have a butt load of free time this summer. Even though I'm back home, I baby sit like every day, so, updates should be coming a lot faster.....
WRITING PROJECT
OK......we will eventually get back to that. or so I hope.
UHNSA AND THE DREAM TREE
umm, so firstly, I'm going to figure out another name for that, haha, and I plan on having that story started back up after this one is done.... or maybe after my sequel to dark world...... idk yet.
DID YOU SAY SEQUEL TO DARK WORLD??????
Cough cough, yes, I actually did. well, more like a prequel. it's about one it'd the main characters.... but I can't tell you that yet. hehe. if you haven't read dark world yet, please do. it's only a few pages long. I think it was about 10 pages when I was typing it in InDesign. so, it will probably take you two hours max (depending on how fast you read... yes, Iincluded those who don't read so fast as well in that time frame.) Anyways, please read it and look for the prequel for dark world..
Also, for my script, in postponing it for a little while, but if you're still interested, don't delay to message me, email me, etc. and we'll talk :)
HAPPY READING
Enjoy!
~ Kajal Sandrilene
Chapter 6
Tessa’s POV
I was in the girls’ restroom right before second period fixing my eye make-up. I dozed off a little in first, and my makeup was looking a mess. Everything on me had to be perfect. I could never understand how Zaida wasn’t like me, at all.
Like, when we were little, Zaida liked playing in the dirt, killing worms, and catching wild frogs in the pond behind our house. But, me, I liked to be indoors, playing with my little baby dolls and doing dress up. I couldn’t stand being outside, and really, I still can’t.
I only tolerate it.
The door swung open just as I finished up my touch up. I put my makeup bag in my purse and looked in the mirror to see who was walking past me.
“Speak of the devil,” I said, turning around to face my twin sister, Zaida. “I still didn’t forget about last night, you little animal.”
“Aww,” Zaida made a mocking face of pity, which really threw me off. Why would she even pretend to pity me? And where did she get this sudden burst of courage from?
“Is my dear little Tessabelle talking to herself again?” Zaida pulled my hand into hers and rubbed it softly. I snatched my hand away from her, disgust painted on my face.
“Um, eww, Zaida. Not cool.” I washed my hands in the sink, and as an afterthought, said, “And didn’t I tell you to never call me that?”
“What?” My sister’s face was so innocent, one would believe it if they haven’t been living with her all of their life.
“Oh, don’t play that dumb game with me, Zaida! You know I hate my whole name! You’re supposed to call me Tessa, or Tess. Not… not, that!”
