Post by fizzy on Dec 28, 2010 11:04:25 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
Destiny's Seventh Birthday
Excited as I was, I picked up a large piece of scrumptious birthday cake and stuffed it into my greedy mouth like a wild animal. It was my seventh birthday and I’d invited all my so called friends to a fun party at The Blue Balloo to happily stuff their faces with delicious food, play on the large, squidgy climbing frame and, most importantly on my behalf, hand me interestingly shaped presents, wrapped in colourfully patterned wrapping paper.
“Destiny!” I heard a distressed voice say behind me, “What the hell are you doing?”
I nervously turned around in my wooden seat to see Dad’s frightened face, staring down at me, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He’d obviously seen me stuff the oversized piece of cake into my large mouth and even if he didn’t, there was clean – or should I say, messy – evidence on my pale face. I was frightened, really frightened. Dad always overreacted when I did something wrong but amazingly he calmed down and wiped away the shiny tears that had appeared under his blue eyes away with his strong hand.
“S-s-sorry Daddy,” I stuttered, tasting salty tears with my soft tongue.
“It’s OK, darling,” you could tell he was trying hard to hold back tears, “You were just having a bit of fun, just make sure you clean your mouth before heading off back into the gym.”
“Yes Daddy, I promise,”
Letting out a soft smile behind my pale, teary face, I turned back to the crowded table, grabbed a bright serviette that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” in fluorescent green, and wiped all the tasty birthday cake from around my delicate mouth. Everyone started talking again. I’d been that caught up in my conversation with Dad that I hadn’t realised everyone else going silent, staring at us. Grinning once again, I stood up from my short, pink seat and galloped off to go and play with the other few who’d already finished their delicious party meal.
“Honey!” I called to my best friend who was climbing up the narrow, blue and yellow climbing tube, her waist-length hair clinging, ridiculously, to the sides from the static electricity. She turned around, her hair swinging behind her but still holding onto the sides of the climbing tube, and gave me the evils. I gave her my confused look – I raise one eyebrow and pout – as she turned back and carried on, up the tube, “Honey, what are you doing?”
“I saw the way you ate that cake, you pig!” she’d turned around again and carried on giving me the evils.
“What? I did it for a bit of fun, I thought you liked that stuff?” I felt deep inside with guilt. I couldn’t afford to lose my best friend. She was all I had in the way of friends.
“Yeah, well I’m growing up and that was disgusting,” and with that, she was gone.
I stood there, just stood there, leaning against the squishy netting, wondering, thoughtfully, what I would do with no friends to play with at all. All the other lucky children at the party had their own friends, hated me and had only come because they wanted the party food and the goody bags.
I felt a soft tear fall from my tired eyes and wiped it away before another tear gracefully dribbled down the side of my face. I then felt a whole colony of tears gracefully make their way down and dripped onto the squidgy play floor. I opened my mouth to take a deep breath but it just got crowded with salty tears.
Being careful not to stand on any of the toys, I made my way to Mum and told her what had happened in my usual sweet voice. Mum always understood when I told her something and I really, really liked her for that. Dad would usually slap me hard for getting myself into a mess of friendship.
“It’s OK, darling, you’ll make new friends,” she said to me in her kind, gentle voice, “You’re a nice girl, they just need time to figure it out.”
I knew who she meant by “they”. She meant the Hardenberg sisters. The Hardenberg sisters were spoiled snitches. I knew they were trouble but I still wanted to be friends with them. They were the “popular” people of the school and everyone wanted to be friends with them, even me. I really hated that.
“I don’t think so, Mum,” sighing, I walked away, the last of my tears gone but my face still red from crying. It was time to go home at last.
At home I went into my small bedroom and started crying. It wasn’t fair. I’d just tried to have a bit of fun and make new friends but I ended up losing my best friend and now I had no friends! I really hated myself. I really, really, really hated myself. I now knew why everyone hated me, it was because I was too weird.
“Destiny!” I heard Dad shout from downstairs, sounding extremely excited.
“What is it?” I asked, excited.
“There’s a new present for you!”
“Who from?” I asked, as I galloped down the stairs and burst into the living room.
“I don’t know, it doesn’t say”
I felt really nervous about opening a birthday present from a stranger but I wanted to find out what it was so I ran over to the table and ripped open the present to find a charm bracelet. The charms were a horse, a gingerbread man, a diamond ring, an Indian elephant, a pram and a little bead that said “HOPE”.
Destiny's Seventh Birthday
Excited as I was, I picked up a large piece of scrumptious birthday cake and stuffed it into my greedy mouth like a wild animal. It was my seventh birthday and I’d invited all my so called friends to a fun party at The Blue Balloo to happily stuff their faces with delicious food, play on the large, squidgy climbing frame and, most importantly on my behalf, hand me interestingly shaped presents, wrapped in colourfully patterned wrapping paper.
“Destiny!” I heard a distressed voice say behind me, “What the hell are you doing?”
I nervously turned around in my wooden seat to see Dad’s frightened face, staring down at me, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He’d obviously seen me stuff the oversized piece of cake into my large mouth and even if he didn’t, there was clean – or should I say, messy – evidence on my pale face. I was frightened, really frightened. Dad always overreacted when I did something wrong but amazingly he calmed down and wiped away the shiny tears that had appeared under his blue eyes away with his strong hand.
“S-s-sorry Daddy,” I stuttered, tasting salty tears with my soft tongue.
“It’s OK, darling,” you could tell he was trying hard to hold back tears, “You were just having a bit of fun, just make sure you clean your mouth before heading off back into the gym.”
“Yes Daddy, I promise,”
Letting out a soft smile behind my pale, teary face, I turned back to the crowded table, grabbed a bright serviette that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” in fluorescent green, and wiped all the tasty birthday cake from around my delicate mouth. Everyone started talking again. I’d been that caught up in my conversation with Dad that I hadn’t realised everyone else going silent, staring at us. Grinning once again, I stood up from my short, pink seat and galloped off to go and play with the other few who’d already finished their delicious party meal.
“Honey!” I called to my best friend who was climbing up the narrow, blue and yellow climbing tube, her waist-length hair clinging, ridiculously, to the sides from the static electricity. She turned around, her hair swinging behind her but still holding onto the sides of the climbing tube, and gave me the evils. I gave her my confused look – I raise one eyebrow and pout – as she turned back and carried on, up the tube, “Honey, what are you doing?”
“I saw the way you ate that cake, you pig!” she’d turned around again and carried on giving me the evils.
“What? I did it for a bit of fun, I thought you liked that stuff?” I felt deep inside with guilt. I couldn’t afford to lose my best friend. She was all I had in the way of friends.
“Yeah, well I’m growing up and that was disgusting,” and with that, she was gone.
I stood there, just stood there, leaning against the squishy netting, wondering, thoughtfully, what I would do with no friends to play with at all. All the other lucky children at the party had their own friends, hated me and had only come because they wanted the party food and the goody bags.
I felt a soft tear fall from my tired eyes and wiped it away before another tear gracefully dribbled down the side of my face. I then felt a whole colony of tears gracefully make their way down and dripped onto the squidgy play floor. I opened my mouth to take a deep breath but it just got crowded with salty tears.
Being careful not to stand on any of the toys, I made my way to Mum and told her what had happened in my usual sweet voice. Mum always understood when I told her something and I really, really liked her for that. Dad would usually slap me hard for getting myself into a mess of friendship.
“It’s OK, darling, you’ll make new friends,” she said to me in her kind, gentle voice, “You’re a nice girl, they just need time to figure it out.”
I knew who she meant by “they”. She meant the Hardenberg sisters. The Hardenberg sisters were spoiled snitches. I knew they were trouble but I still wanted to be friends with them. They were the “popular” people of the school and everyone wanted to be friends with them, even me. I really hated that.
“I don’t think so, Mum,” sighing, I walked away, the last of my tears gone but my face still red from crying. It was time to go home at last.
At home I went into my small bedroom and started crying. It wasn’t fair. I’d just tried to have a bit of fun and make new friends but I ended up losing my best friend and now I had no friends! I really hated myself. I really, really, really hated myself. I now knew why everyone hated me, it was because I was too weird.
“Destiny!” I heard Dad shout from downstairs, sounding extremely excited.
“What is it?” I asked, excited.
“There’s a new present for you!”
“Who from?” I asked, as I galloped down the stairs and burst into the living room.
“I don’t know, it doesn’t say”
I felt really nervous about opening a birthday present from a stranger but I wanted to find out what it was so I ran over to the table and ripped open the present to find a charm bracelet. The charms were a horse, a gingerbread man, a diamond ring, an Indian elephant, a pram and a little bead that said “HOPE”.
Hey guys!
That's the Prologue of the book I might be writing. What do you think of it? You don't have to be nice because if you don't tell me what I did wrong, then I can't improve.
LOVE FiZzY xxx
ok, I admit that bit was my fault but it can pass :L
sorry
awesome.