Post by Madeline Crystal Dawson on Jul 17, 2009 17:36:17 GMT -5
So, I'm writing a story and I felt like letting you people see it xD!
It's about a twelve year old girl and her brother who's parents send them to a boarding school. The school is charmed and when each kid is twelve or thirteen their parents are charmed to bring their children to the school. The children have special powers, but nobody knows except the school people. Okays, here we go:
Four Years Earlier
"Smile for the camera, hon," Georgia Keffington whispered to her eight year old daughter as the photographer went to take the family photo. In the photograph was Georgia, her husband James, their daughter Helena, and their son Victor. Helena took in a deep breath and smiled for the camera. She'd never liked pictures, because she was still uncomfortable with her looks. Helena had black hair that went to her mid back and thin bangs, her hair naturally straight.
Soft brown eyes are often filled with curiosity, and she's constantly looking for new things to do. After the pictures, Helena went home with her parents and older brother by one year. The young girl was silent in the car, and jumped out as soon as it was stopped in the driveway. Helena ran into her room and closed the door behind her, going over to her bed. She ducked down and pulled out a large sketch pad from under her bed, along with a pack of sixty four colored pencils and about ten regular pencils. Helena crawled onto her grey bed and opened up a page of the sketch book, drawing away at what she saw in her dream the night before.
Helena was extremely focused, drawing a large castle. She wasn't sure what the castle meant, or even where it was. But there was a vibe that it sent Helena, one that she figured meant it was going to be something she'd need later in life. Oh the imagination this eight year old girl had. Helena pulled her hair up into a ponytail at the back of her head, her bangs laying across her forehead still. Putting down the green colored pencil she'd been using to draw the grass, Helena got up and changed into her pajamas.
The girl hadn't noticed that it was nearly nine o' clock, and if she stayed up past nine once more then she'd be grounded. Many times Helena had stayed up until midnight, drawing out every detail from her dreams. Her drawings were like a dream journal, she'd write down the date she saw them and little details that she couldn't draw completely. Many people were shocked at how well the eight year old could draw, and how well she could play guitar. Nobody taught her either, she just learned by practicing all alone in her room.
Crawling into bed, Helena hid her drawing supplies under her bed so that nobody could find them. She'd always been very possesive of her dreams. Helena found that her dreams were her life away from home, and no one was allowed to know about what happened. She fell asleep soon, then waking in the middle of the night around three from another dream. Again, that castle had appeared. What was the meaning of it? Oh how Helena wished she knew.
Chapter One ; August 2009
I lay on my bed, facing the ceiling. I stared at the magnificent paint job on the ceiling, done by myself, of a night sky. The moon was painted over my door, small stars scattered all over the rest of the ceiling. I then looked at my walls, painted a dark grey, almost black. In fact, my entire room was almost black. The wood flooring was covered with a medium grey rug, my bed had dark grey and black plaid covers, my pillows were black, my desk black, and most of my clothes matched as well. Everything that I owned was dark colored or black. Almost nobody understood why.
Brown eyes closed, seeing something that scared me and opening again. I mumbled something and grabbed my sketch pad, continuing a drawing. Something flashed in my memory, giving me a deja vu sensation. I pulled out the drawer of my desk and rummaged through it on my bed. I pulled out an old sketch book, with a sticky note on it that had 'Age Eight' written in large letters. I shuffled through the pages, finding exactly what she thought.
A dark castle at night. Exactly what I had been seeing lately in my dreams. I remembered the dreams I used to have of the castle, and they'd only lasted a week or so. But now that they were back, I was truly confused. My brother, Vic, had gone off to a boarding school just one year earlier. I pulled my mid-back length hair into a ponytail at my neck, wrapping a scrunchy around it. The bangs that I'd had when I was but eight years old still were placed upon my face.
Many people had noticed how my straight hair was almost always the same length, and it was because I loved the look. Sometimes I'd curl it, sometimes I'd wear it in a ponytail. But for the most part, it was just there and the same as always. A light turned on in the hallway outside her door, and a pair of feet walked into the bathroom across the hall from me. I was silent as I placed my sketch pads away in the drawer and slid the drawer back into the desk. I tucked myself back into the bed, trying to be quiet on my temperpedic bed. I heard a toilet flush, water run, and a door open. Shadows cast under her door.
The light didn't turn off right away as usual. Instead, I watched her door slowly open to reveal my father's shadow. I quickly shut her eyes and rolled a bit, trying to act asleep. However, my dad didn't buy it one bit.
"Helena Remy Keffington, go to sleep already. It's midnight, and we have a meeting with Vic's headmaster tomorrow. Your mother and I are taking you along to show you the school, and if you like it we may enroll you there next year. The money will be a bit tight, but it's a very good opportunity for you."
I rolled again, looking at my father with my eyes opening. "Fine. I'll go, but I won't like it. Good night Daddy."
With that, my father walked out and closed the door, and I tried to fall asleep. It wasn't until half an hour later that I finally got to sleep.
Hours later, at eight ten a.m., my father came into the room again and pulled the covers off of me. I rolled, my eyes slowly opening into a squint. A mumbled 'what?' escaped my lips, and my father tapped my foot. "Helena, wake up." A couple minutes later, I got up and walked over to the closet.
I pulled out a black long sleeve shirt and a purple tee, along with a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and undergarnments. Then, I walked over to the bathroom across the hall and took a quick shower. I dried, and straightened, my hair. I walked out of the bathroom half an hour later, dressed and ready. Socked feet went back to my room, dropping my pajamas on my bed and picking up a pair of black Vans and walking out to the kitchen.
A bowl of Fruity Pepples was on the table with a spoon next to it, so I walked over and started to eat it. Just then, my mother walked into the room dressed in a sundress, followed by my father in a suit. They were gaping at me. Mom was the first to speak up.
"Please tell me you're not going to an important interview in that, Helena, love." There was dissappointment all over her tone. Both of my parents hated how I dressed.
"Yes, I'm going like this," I said before stuffing her last spoonfull of cereal into my mouth and standing. "Can we get this over with now?" I sighed, my parents realizing there was even a skull necklace around my neck. I looked like death with my pale skin, dark clothes, and black hair. No one would believe I'm still a year away from thirteen even. My parents sighed in defeat, knowing I wouldn't change, and headed toward the car.
It was going to be twenty minutes to get to the boarding school, so I popped in my iPod's ear buds and turned on some HIM music. Before I knew it, the family was parked out front of the main office of Jerrington Boarding School. I followed my parents to the headmaster's office, still listening to my iPod. When we were all seated in front of the head master, I turned off my iPod, keeping the buds in my ears.
"Helena, turn that off," my father instructed.
I pulled out an ear bud. "It is off."
The headmaster cleared his throat. "Thank you for coming. Victor has been a lovely addition to our fine academy. He's doing very well academically. And I believe that Miss. Helena here would be wonderful to have next semester."
I choked on my own spit. "Next semester?!" I asked, shocked clearly. My parents had said next year, not next semester. I'd pulled my other ear bud out, holding my iPod nano protectively with my ear buds in my right hand.
"Yes, that was our plans, no?" Headmaster Andrews asked my parents. They nodded to him and I nearly fainted. I wanted to scream, throw a tantrum. But I wouldn't, because that wasn't what a girl who hopes to get her way does. So I stayed silent as my parents discussed the school with the headmaster.
"So, you're free to look around. The secretary has called Victor to come give you a tour."
"Oh doesn't that sound lovely, Helena?" my mom gushed. I just smiled and nodded, walking out and right into my brother.
I screamed almost and pulled my older brother into a hug. "Vic! Oh, I've missed you!" I squeeled. My brother hugged me back and I let him go. When I turned my parents were behind me and I smiled widely. That was one thing my parents knew about their twelve year old daughter, she loved her thirteen year old brother more than the world.
It's about a twelve year old girl and her brother who's parents send them to a boarding school. The school is charmed and when each kid is twelve or thirteen their parents are charmed to bring their children to the school. The children have special powers, but nobody knows except the school people. Okays, here we go:
Four Years Earlier
"Smile for the camera, hon," Georgia Keffington whispered to her eight year old daughter as the photographer went to take the family photo. In the photograph was Georgia, her husband James, their daughter Helena, and their son Victor. Helena took in a deep breath and smiled for the camera. She'd never liked pictures, because she was still uncomfortable with her looks. Helena had black hair that went to her mid back and thin bangs, her hair naturally straight.
Soft brown eyes are often filled with curiosity, and she's constantly looking for new things to do. After the pictures, Helena went home with her parents and older brother by one year. The young girl was silent in the car, and jumped out as soon as it was stopped in the driveway. Helena ran into her room and closed the door behind her, going over to her bed. She ducked down and pulled out a large sketch pad from under her bed, along with a pack of sixty four colored pencils and about ten regular pencils. Helena crawled onto her grey bed and opened up a page of the sketch book, drawing away at what she saw in her dream the night before.
Helena was extremely focused, drawing a large castle. She wasn't sure what the castle meant, or even where it was. But there was a vibe that it sent Helena, one that she figured meant it was going to be something she'd need later in life. Oh the imagination this eight year old girl had. Helena pulled her hair up into a ponytail at the back of her head, her bangs laying across her forehead still. Putting down the green colored pencil she'd been using to draw the grass, Helena got up and changed into her pajamas.
The girl hadn't noticed that it was nearly nine o' clock, and if she stayed up past nine once more then she'd be grounded. Many times Helena had stayed up until midnight, drawing out every detail from her dreams. Her drawings were like a dream journal, she'd write down the date she saw them and little details that she couldn't draw completely. Many people were shocked at how well the eight year old could draw, and how well she could play guitar. Nobody taught her either, she just learned by practicing all alone in her room.
Crawling into bed, Helena hid her drawing supplies under her bed so that nobody could find them. She'd always been very possesive of her dreams. Helena found that her dreams were her life away from home, and no one was allowed to know about what happened. She fell asleep soon, then waking in the middle of the night around three from another dream. Again, that castle had appeared. What was the meaning of it? Oh how Helena wished she knew.
Chapter One ; August 2009
I lay on my bed, facing the ceiling. I stared at the magnificent paint job on the ceiling, done by myself, of a night sky. The moon was painted over my door, small stars scattered all over the rest of the ceiling. I then looked at my walls, painted a dark grey, almost black. In fact, my entire room was almost black. The wood flooring was covered with a medium grey rug, my bed had dark grey and black plaid covers, my pillows were black, my desk black, and most of my clothes matched as well. Everything that I owned was dark colored or black. Almost nobody understood why.
Brown eyes closed, seeing something that scared me and opening again. I mumbled something and grabbed my sketch pad, continuing a drawing. Something flashed in my memory, giving me a deja vu sensation. I pulled out the drawer of my desk and rummaged through it on my bed. I pulled out an old sketch book, with a sticky note on it that had 'Age Eight' written in large letters. I shuffled through the pages, finding exactly what she thought.
A dark castle at night. Exactly what I had been seeing lately in my dreams. I remembered the dreams I used to have of the castle, and they'd only lasted a week or so. But now that they were back, I was truly confused. My brother, Vic, had gone off to a boarding school just one year earlier. I pulled my mid-back length hair into a ponytail at my neck, wrapping a scrunchy around it. The bangs that I'd had when I was but eight years old still were placed upon my face.
Many people had noticed how my straight hair was almost always the same length, and it was because I loved the look. Sometimes I'd curl it, sometimes I'd wear it in a ponytail. But for the most part, it was just there and the same as always. A light turned on in the hallway outside her door, and a pair of feet walked into the bathroom across the hall from me. I was silent as I placed my sketch pads away in the drawer and slid the drawer back into the desk. I tucked myself back into the bed, trying to be quiet on my temperpedic bed. I heard a toilet flush, water run, and a door open. Shadows cast under her door.
The light didn't turn off right away as usual. Instead, I watched her door slowly open to reveal my father's shadow. I quickly shut her eyes and rolled a bit, trying to act asleep. However, my dad didn't buy it one bit.
"Helena Remy Keffington, go to sleep already. It's midnight, and we have a meeting with Vic's headmaster tomorrow. Your mother and I are taking you along to show you the school, and if you like it we may enroll you there next year. The money will be a bit tight, but it's a very good opportunity for you."
I rolled again, looking at my father with my eyes opening. "Fine. I'll go, but I won't like it. Good night Daddy."
With that, my father walked out and closed the door, and I tried to fall asleep. It wasn't until half an hour later that I finally got to sleep.
Hours later, at eight ten a.m., my father came into the room again and pulled the covers off of me. I rolled, my eyes slowly opening into a squint. A mumbled 'what?' escaped my lips, and my father tapped my foot. "Helena, wake up." A couple minutes later, I got up and walked over to the closet.
I pulled out a black long sleeve shirt and a purple tee, along with a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and undergarnments. Then, I walked over to the bathroom across the hall and took a quick shower. I dried, and straightened, my hair. I walked out of the bathroom half an hour later, dressed and ready. Socked feet went back to my room, dropping my pajamas on my bed and picking up a pair of black Vans and walking out to the kitchen.
A bowl of Fruity Pepples was on the table with a spoon next to it, so I walked over and started to eat it. Just then, my mother walked into the room dressed in a sundress, followed by my father in a suit. They were gaping at me. Mom was the first to speak up.
"Please tell me you're not going to an important interview in that, Helena, love." There was dissappointment all over her tone. Both of my parents hated how I dressed.
"Yes, I'm going like this," I said before stuffing her last spoonfull of cereal into my mouth and standing. "Can we get this over with now?" I sighed, my parents realizing there was even a skull necklace around my neck. I looked like death with my pale skin, dark clothes, and black hair. No one would believe I'm still a year away from thirteen even. My parents sighed in defeat, knowing I wouldn't change, and headed toward the car.
It was going to be twenty minutes to get to the boarding school, so I popped in my iPod's ear buds and turned on some HIM music. Before I knew it, the family was parked out front of the main office of Jerrington Boarding School. I followed my parents to the headmaster's office, still listening to my iPod. When we were all seated in front of the head master, I turned off my iPod, keeping the buds in my ears.
"Helena, turn that off," my father instructed.
I pulled out an ear bud. "It is off."
The headmaster cleared his throat. "Thank you for coming. Victor has been a lovely addition to our fine academy. He's doing very well academically. And I believe that Miss. Helena here would be wonderful to have next semester."
I choked on my own spit. "Next semester?!" I asked, shocked clearly. My parents had said next year, not next semester. I'd pulled my other ear bud out, holding my iPod nano protectively with my ear buds in my right hand.
"Yes, that was our plans, no?" Headmaster Andrews asked my parents. They nodded to him and I nearly fainted. I wanted to scream, throw a tantrum. But I wouldn't, because that wasn't what a girl who hopes to get her way does. So I stayed silent as my parents discussed the school with the headmaster.
"So, you're free to look around. The secretary has called Victor to come give you a tour."
"Oh doesn't that sound lovely, Helena?" my mom gushed. I just smiled and nodded, walking out and right into my brother.
I screamed almost and pulled my older brother into a hug. "Vic! Oh, I've missed you!" I squeeled. My brother hugged me back and I let him go. When I turned my parents were behind me and I smiled widely. That was one thing my parents knew about their twelve year old daughter, she loved her thirteen year old brother more than the world.
