Acts 2:17- And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dreams"
This book is dedicated to my family and to all those dreamers out there,who aspire to do what they do best,be themselves.I took a risk one day and wrote this story on Christmas day 2014 and I'm still editing it lol but the first step to walking towards your dreams is by putting one foot in front of you.
I used to fantasise merrigroves and acres and acres of lands.Running across endless tracks of green as If I'm an athlete gearing up to win my own award.I would be a little younger than I am now with violet ribbons in my hair,and a rosy dress to frail my porcelain shaped figure.
Within the clutches of my hands,like a fur ball would be my petite cat,that lunches put of my hands and begins to run infront of me until even it's meowing is entangled with the orchestra of nature.
As the small black creature gets smaller and smaller so does the weight of my world.It makes my feet get lighter and lighter until I'm dizzy of the weightlessness.Im delirious and almost in a numbing state of reality as my mind no longer feels like static wire.Everytbing connected.From the youthful tweeting of birds,to the splashing of small frogs jumping from lily pad to lily pad.The smaller.Not in the slightest caring about the blue pools of water underneath.Like I wouldn't be, I would be trying to hard to brush away the sky rising leaves that seem to wrangle itself erratically from the ground,but nothing can stop me.
Just like a superhero with my blazing fury with one swift motion the grass obeys my spell and moves away like the curtains in some show.
And there they are;the figures are nothing but shadows but I know it's them because there outside a perfect cottage on a perfect day with a perfect life.But I used to fantasise merrigroves until I realised one day that the girl In my fantasy isn't me.
As I stare back at my reflection facing back at me I feel my skin feeling like a price of playdough again.Trying to shape it in my own mind to what I envision it to look like a little less and a little more just different.As of today I wish to look a little more different I tell my self that.Like a mantra.But instead in the dusty minature in the bathroom in the basement (my room),all I see is lumps of baby fat, squidgy arms and mousy hair that is wrapped up in a blue hair band.
The uniform that Is still all the more baggy as it is meant to survive throughout the whole of my secondary school life slumps on me.Even the button that pops off seems to be sighing before it flops onto the cold floorboards.
'Beep beep'.The window besides my bed has open wide open by a gust of wind and as it swings on its hinges as it usually does it makes a weird creepy sound like someone that has exhaled helium and is sniggering.
But it was not making the honking sound,downstairs waiting for me with her lush black car and with a hood wide open is Stylan Clentons.Her white flowing locks are sticking out matching thr cold ice on the ground.After the cold winter break it's Time to go back to boarding school...Withersmare school for girls (or witches)I'd like to say.
Either way..Stylan was not smiling up at me and was too busy pampering her face with the intense dark eyeliner that she got away with wearing.Sometimes she looked more like a feline to me than my actual cat;Mr cat.
The black cat that so often snuck out of night through the flap in the doorway was often seen swaggering down the streets and leaving a yellow puddle in the
his favourite place..the Clentons.Her parking spot.There he was the sly thing rushing away as Mrs Clentons kicked it away with her high stilleto shoes.
"Get away,you peculiar creature.I find it rather strange how they bother to keep things like this running aloft in their homes.Or if I can even call it that".She muttered just before Stylan lifted up her head to smile up at me..which made Mrs Clentons slightly blush and turn away.
"Good morning,good afternoon,good reeling and goodnight.Melanie Jenkins,now if you don't mind could you hurry up qnd get ready.I don't have all day here".Stylan barked up at me and I slightly smirked to see she was quoting thr Trueman show which is one of my favourite movies.
So grabbing my suitcases from besides my bed,qnd casting one last look at the small rocking lightbulb,my small collection of classical books piled up on the crispy antique table and grabbing all the cat food I could carry I heard the bedroom door shut behind me.
On the top of the stairs with an intake of breathe I thought,this year will be different,this time I will come into my own,and I will be ready for whatever this term has to bring.
