Post by Kasatzia on Aug 22, 2005 9:20:34 GMT
Thought I'd post this one that I've just started; I know many people are waiting for Analysis and the next Chapter, but let me relax and write something different first! *grins*
Chapter One
There are a lot of things I don’t believe in. I don’t believe that there is an actual God, but instead that Time is the only God that we live by. I don’t believe that we have the right to choose what happens in our lives, but that we break the rules by doing so, therefore bad things happen to make up for it. I don’t believe that we develop strengths, but that they were there all along, waiting for the situation that needed to happen for them to appear to the naked eye.
But then, of course, there are a lot of things I do believe in. I believe that although the sun has more power over the world, that the moon has more power over the entire Universe. I believe that in darkness we are who we truly are, because in the darkness there aren’t confusing shadows to overlook what we say and adapt it for the world around us. I believe that you can help who you fall for, but that you can’t help who you fall out with. I believe in soulmates, and that people come into your life for a reason, whether that be to make you realise your mistakes, or to cover them.
Sometimes I hate thinking so much.
“Lilia? Are you coming or what?”
Deep tones swept across my sight and into my mind as I sat in my pleasant stupor, enjoying the gentle breeze that caressed my face and the melody of notes that made up my thoughts that were currently being written on the cartridge paper beneath my pen and fingertips. I shut the book slowly, and looked up to see Danny Wilkins, once more than a friend, standing above me and creating a shadow. He reached his hand down to me, his strong, thick hand, and smiled at me from his above position. I smiled a little back, taking the hand and letting him pull me up from my comfortable position on the soft grass beneath me. Part of me was longing to stay there, enjoying the soft sunlight on my hair, warming me right through to the core – I hated it when people tore me away from magical moments, the ones that were naturally beautiful and relaxing beyond all imagination, but I knew that if we wanted to get to the summer cabin before everyone else that we had to leave now. It was the usual competition; two vans, two teams, one winner.
The cabin in Maumelle near Little Rock was situated near Lake Maumelle, and was a really pretty little place that my friends had rented for the summer the previous two years. I had only just come to the USA last year, being originally from Russia, so I had only been the one year, and that had been when I had only just made friends with these people. It had been awkward to start off with, but when I properly got to know Grace, Danny, Caitlin and Phoebe, it had been a really great holiday. Embarrassing, slightly; they had to keep asking me to repeat myself so that they could understand me a little better, but they did it very politely, and after a few weeks there they got used to my accent and they only asked occasionally. We’d made a sure-fire friendship, and they eventually all agreed that I was definitely part of their group. I wasn’t really that bothered as long as I had the four I was close to, but to know that after moving from Russia to somewhere so different as the USA and to have friends within the first year… well, it was very nice to think it over whenever I had time to myself.
I still thought about it even at that time.
I smiled again at Danny, taking my hand out of his and walking towards the little white van, my baggy ivory cords dragging along the ground as per usual. I jumped in the van and smiled at everyone around me.
“Lilia!” Karen, a small girl with wild dark hair and huge blue eyes cried out to me, throwing her arms around me. “I thought you weren’t going to come!”
I found myself smiling again, and I hugged her lightly back. As we pulled away, the little star earring in my left ear got caught in her hair, much to our amusement.
“Oh hell, don’t pull it!” she screamed at me, her eyes wide. “You’ll rip your earlobe to shreds, I read about something like that in Gossip magazine last week -”
Basically, Karen was the group gossip major and drama queen. She would make a big deal out of nothing, and eventually something so minute as a chipped fingernail could escalate to someone getting their hand decapitated in a dreadful farming accident. However, she had a kind heart and although it was sometimes in the wrong place, she righted her wrongs and did everything as sensitively as a gossipper could.
She was still nattering as I pulled my ear free of the earring and started to detangle it from her hair.
“ – and it was all bloody and gross, I mean, come on! She had to have twenty stitches in her ear! That’s freakish.”
I slipped the freed earring back into my ear, massaging the lobe slightly with my clear polished fingertips and shook my head at her.
“Karen, usually those things are very much only gossip,” I said carefully, reaching out and patting her gently on the shoulder, my rings making a slight scratching sound against her dark blue denim jacket. “So I’m sure it was only three stitches and a little bit of skin come off.”
Karen’s eyes widened, and her little fingers immediately started searching through the bag beside her foot – her huge bag – and pulled out a dog-eared glossy copy of “Gossip”. I sighed, shaking my head, and focused on the people around me. Ollie sat next to me, his head bobbing along to whatever he was listening to on his mp3 player – most likely Westlife, something I had discovered whilst sitting in his room playing on his Playstation. He’d tried to hide the albums underneath his mattress, but as Grace had flopped onto the bed, one had dropped down and I had immediately seen it and recognised it.
I had yet to use it against him.
I grinned to myself at the thought, and then looked at the person sitting next to Karen – Marianne, someone I didn’t really know all that well but seemed okay enough. She wasn’t so much unpleasant as just very catty. She made comments that she apologised for only when it seemed that she’d get one back, and watched people very closely. Her and Karen got on like a house on fire, but I knew for a fact that Karen was a much nicer person than Marianne was. I couldn’t see me and the beautiful blonde-haired, green-eyed girl getting on too well.
Then of course, in the front of the van was Danny (a boyfriend I had acquired for a few months but it just didn’t work out, it all ended up messy, and we’d ended it on the solemn promise that we’d never get together again but would be really close friends) who was sitting at the wheel now and sliding his sunglasses back into his floppy and at the moment blue hair. He was a really nice guy – funny, friendly, and with a sensitive side he kept really hidden. But of course somewhere in Danny’s equation, something wasn’t for me. But I loved to have him as a friend… he’d make someone the perfect boyfriend at some point.
Next to him was Louise, a girl with long red hair and sparkling blue-green eyes. She was a really nice person, and I really liked her – but I hadn’t really talked to her much. She seemed very friendly and funny, with a similar sense of humour to me, but for some reason this made me reluctant to get to know her. But, knowing me, the ones that I judged as not for me would end up being someone I wanted to know.
As I sat there looking at half of my friends, I smiled dreamily to myself and enjoyed the slight rocking sensation that lulled me a little as they slid the doors shut, starting the engine and preparing to go.
“Hold on everybody!” Louise called back, crossing her legs and grinning back at us. “Dan’s got his concentration face on!”
We all laughed, and held onto whatever container we happened to be sitting on and waited as the van started to jolt off. As it did, I felt the same jolt in my stomach. I was so looking forward to the summer break.
Everything interesting always happened in summer break.
Chapter One
There are a lot of things I don’t believe in. I don’t believe that there is an actual God, but instead that Time is the only God that we live by. I don’t believe that we have the right to choose what happens in our lives, but that we break the rules by doing so, therefore bad things happen to make up for it. I don’t believe that we develop strengths, but that they were there all along, waiting for the situation that needed to happen for them to appear to the naked eye.
But then, of course, there are a lot of things I do believe in. I believe that although the sun has more power over the world, that the moon has more power over the entire Universe. I believe that in darkness we are who we truly are, because in the darkness there aren’t confusing shadows to overlook what we say and adapt it for the world around us. I believe that you can help who you fall for, but that you can’t help who you fall out with. I believe in soulmates, and that people come into your life for a reason, whether that be to make you realise your mistakes, or to cover them.
Sometimes I hate thinking so much.
“Lilia? Are you coming or what?”
Deep tones swept across my sight and into my mind as I sat in my pleasant stupor, enjoying the gentle breeze that caressed my face and the melody of notes that made up my thoughts that were currently being written on the cartridge paper beneath my pen and fingertips. I shut the book slowly, and looked up to see Danny Wilkins, once more than a friend, standing above me and creating a shadow. He reached his hand down to me, his strong, thick hand, and smiled at me from his above position. I smiled a little back, taking the hand and letting him pull me up from my comfortable position on the soft grass beneath me. Part of me was longing to stay there, enjoying the soft sunlight on my hair, warming me right through to the core – I hated it when people tore me away from magical moments, the ones that were naturally beautiful and relaxing beyond all imagination, but I knew that if we wanted to get to the summer cabin before everyone else that we had to leave now. It was the usual competition; two vans, two teams, one winner.
The cabin in Maumelle near Little Rock was situated near Lake Maumelle, and was a really pretty little place that my friends had rented for the summer the previous two years. I had only just come to the USA last year, being originally from Russia, so I had only been the one year, and that had been when I had only just made friends with these people. It had been awkward to start off with, but when I properly got to know Grace, Danny, Caitlin and Phoebe, it had been a really great holiday. Embarrassing, slightly; they had to keep asking me to repeat myself so that they could understand me a little better, but they did it very politely, and after a few weeks there they got used to my accent and they only asked occasionally. We’d made a sure-fire friendship, and they eventually all agreed that I was definitely part of their group. I wasn’t really that bothered as long as I had the four I was close to, but to know that after moving from Russia to somewhere so different as the USA and to have friends within the first year… well, it was very nice to think it over whenever I had time to myself.
I still thought about it even at that time.
I smiled again at Danny, taking my hand out of his and walking towards the little white van, my baggy ivory cords dragging along the ground as per usual. I jumped in the van and smiled at everyone around me.
“Lilia!” Karen, a small girl with wild dark hair and huge blue eyes cried out to me, throwing her arms around me. “I thought you weren’t going to come!”
I found myself smiling again, and I hugged her lightly back. As we pulled away, the little star earring in my left ear got caught in her hair, much to our amusement.
“Oh hell, don’t pull it!” she screamed at me, her eyes wide. “You’ll rip your earlobe to shreds, I read about something like that in Gossip magazine last week -”
Basically, Karen was the group gossip major and drama queen. She would make a big deal out of nothing, and eventually something so minute as a chipped fingernail could escalate to someone getting their hand decapitated in a dreadful farming accident. However, she had a kind heart and although it was sometimes in the wrong place, she righted her wrongs and did everything as sensitively as a gossipper could.
She was still nattering as I pulled my ear free of the earring and started to detangle it from her hair.
“ – and it was all bloody and gross, I mean, come on! She had to have twenty stitches in her ear! That’s freakish.”
I slipped the freed earring back into my ear, massaging the lobe slightly with my clear polished fingertips and shook my head at her.
“Karen, usually those things are very much only gossip,” I said carefully, reaching out and patting her gently on the shoulder, my rings making a slight scratching sound against her dark blue denim jacket. “So I’m sure it was only three stitches and a little bit of skin come off.”
Karen’s eyes widened, and her little fingers immediately started searching through the bag beside her foot – her huge bag – and pulled out a dog-eared glossy copy of “Gossip”. I sighed, shaking my head, and focused on the people around me. Ollie sat next to me, his head bobbing along to whatever he was listening to on his mp3 player – most likely Westlife, something I had discovered whilst sitting in his room playing on his Playstation. He’d tried to hide the albums underneath his mattress, but as Grace had flopped onto the bed, one had dropped down and I had immediately seen it and recognised it.
I had yet to use it against him.
I grinned to myself at the thought, and then looked at the person sitting next to Karen – Marianne, someone I didn’t really know all that well but seemed okay enough. She wasn’t so much unpleasant as just very catty. She made comments that she apologised for only when it seemed that she’d get one back, and watched people very closely. Her and Karen got on like a house on fire, but I knew for a fact that Karen was a much nicer person than Marianne was. I couldn’t see me and the beautiful blonde-haired, green-eyed girl getting on too well.
Then of course, in the front of the van was Danny (a boyfriend I had acquired for a few months but it just didn’t work out, it all ended up messy, and we’d ended it on the solemn promise that we’d never get together again but would be really close friends) who was sitting at the wheel now and sliding his sunglasses back into his floppy and at the moment blue hair. He was a really nice guy – funny, friendly, and with a sensitive side he kept really hidden. But of course somewhere in Danny’s equation, something wasn’t for me. But I loved to have him as a friend… he’d make someone the perfect boyfriend at some point.
Next to him was Louise, a girl with long red hair and sparkling blue-green eyes. She was a really nice person, and I really liked her – but I hadn’t really talked to her much. She seemed very friendly and funny, with a similar sense of humour to me, but for some reason this made me reluctant to get to know her. But, knowing me, the ones that I judged as not for me would end up being someone I wanted to know.
As I sat there looking at half of my friends, I smiled dreamily to myself and enjoyed the slight rocking sensation that lulled me a little as they slid the doors shut, starting the engine and preparing to go.
“Hold on everybody!” Louise called back, crossing her legs and grinning back at us. “Dan’s got his concentration face on!”
We all laughed, and held onto whatever container we happened to be sitting on and waited as the van started to jolt off. As it did, I felt the same jolt in my stomach. I was so looking forward to the summer break.
Everything interesting always happened in summer break.