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|Zithia (standard:fantasy, 895 words) [1/4] show all parts|
|Author: Elizabeth K.||Updated: Dec 05 2007||Views/Reads: 1883/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This story is about a teenage girl who's father left her and her mother when she was very young. She is forced to leave her home and travel to another world to....well, at least it's a whole lot better in the story. I was never good at summaries. Please g|
Our story starts one sunny afternoon where we find a girl of thirteen years under the shade of a very old oak tree. She sits there, deeply entranced by the tale her book is spinning in her head. A few stray strands of her red hair fell from behind her ear, where she brushes them aside once again. She never looks up from her story, so entranced she sees it like a movie playing through her head. Her story is very much like the one I am telling you; it has a wonderful beginning, and is full of adventure, discovery, and a very dark evil. She has just gotten to the very middle, the most exciting part, when someone calls her inside the little one-story white house. The house is nestled among rose bushes in full bloom, flowers of every kind you could imagine, and a small fountain in the middle of the back yard's walkway. There are two benches on each side of the fountain. The walkway is made of pastel orange stones, where, to the side, white daises grew. It was a very enchanting setting for someone so caught up in a book that she began to believe that it was telling a long lost history of some far off place and time. Star got up from her place beneath the oak and walked along the path around the fountain. She continued past it and walked inside, where she could smell the scents of her mother's cooking. Only Star and her mother lived in the cozy little house. Star had never known her father, except in long forgotten photographs. She looked nothing like her mother; her mother was short and plump, with round features and light brown hair. Star, however, was tall and fair, with red hair and sharper features. She compared herself with the father she knew from the photographs, but she didn't look much like him either. He was tall with dark red hair, almost brown, and had deep blue eyes. Star had light brown eyes. She walked into her room to return her book to the many shelves that it held. Only one of her four walls did not hold a bookshelf, for it held the head of her bed along with many posters and pictures she had accumulated over the years. She had a few pictures of her father, along with some of her friends' photos and posters of fairies, dragons, and many magical creatures. Star was a big fan of fantasy and fiction writing. In fact, all of her books were fantasy or fiction. Star's walls were painted a deep blue, her favorite color, the color of her father's eyes. She was almost in love with that color. Beside her bed, resting on the bedside table amongst other items was a necklace that her mother said had once been her father's. In front of her bedside table was a bag which she always had prepared in case there was a sudden emergency and she had to run for it. She had always had this bag prepared, for her mother always told her to keep it that way. It held two of her most treasured books, an extra pair of clothes, her most valued pictures of friends and long lost family members that she had never seen, and an envelope her mother had given her. Her mother had told her never to open the letter unless it was an absolute emergency. Star had always been confused about why she had to have it. But she kept it, all the same. Just then, her mother ran into the room. She had a frightened look about her. She ran over to Star, who was sitting on the bed, tossing her father's necklace over and over in her hands. "Star, I need you to listen to me. Someone is here, looking for me. I need you to take that bag and run into the woods behind the house. Keep running until you get to the stone circle. You should be safe there. Then-and only then- should you open the letter. I need you to go." her mother said this very fast and with a horrified tone to her voice. Star started to speak. "But-" "Star, I need you to go, now!" her mother said, leading her to the back door. Star had grabbed her bag before she left her room, snatching her father's photo from the wall and putting it and the necklace hurriedly in the bag. Her mother pushed Star out of the door, kissed her forehead, and spoke again. "Star, I love you very much, so I need you to do exactly as I said. That letter will explain everything. Remember, I love you, so please, go now." Suddenly there was a sound from the front of the house, as if a door had been kicked down. "Where are you, Celestina, I know you're in here! You can't hide from me!" a cold, harsh voice cried that sent chills down Star's spine. It was as horrifying as having the cold blade of a knife pressed against your throat. "Please! Go now! I love you!" whispered Star's mother urgently. Star turned and ran as fast as she could towards the woods; her mother's word's still ringing in her ears. *NOTE* This is NOT the whole story. This is just chapter one. Tweet
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