Hello guys! I’ve written a story. The story contains strong emotions and fantasy + reality (magic princess and Donald Trump except Trump will only appear in the second part) Here is the first part: My story Chapter 1; how it started I was playing next to the fountain with Mystie. Me and my sister were very tight. I loved her more then anything in the world. My parents were awesome too. But they were always busy. That Sunday morning, Amanda, my mother, was choosing gowns for Mystie’s birthday next week. Harak, my father, was in the thrown room handling political stuff. Yup. I was a princess. A charming 14 year old girl. That’s exactly when it all began. I heard that thing, that terrible scream. My mother’s scream. Dementia, my aunt, was powerful, but horrible. Her jealousy toward my mother was unbelievable. I saw her, pointing her diabolic stick at my mother, just when she turned into a stone statue. Mystie collapsed on the grass. I was frozen. What I just saw, that terrible scene, was my gateway to here. I grabbed Mystie, sprinted to the gate and climbed the stairs as fast as I could. - Linia, I’m scared! - Don’t worry, father will protect us and save mother - No Linia, I’m talking about that strange women who was watching us on the tree - What?! No time to joke Mystie! - But I’m not … I opened the door, and that’s where I saw my father, king of Neurophora, a statue. No, I couldn’t take it anymore. I waited scilently for Dementia to turn me into stone. Mystie was in tears at my fathers feet. - Now I’ll go straight to the point Linia. - What!? Mystie watch out! - Don’t move! Both of you! Listen, I don’t want to make this complicated, just give a nice pose… being a statue for eternity won’t hurt at all. I wanted this kingdom so bad, and yet, Amenda took my dreams away from me! Now I will take everything away from her! Dementia pointed Mystie with her stick and that’s when all my hope faded away as my tears cascaded down my cheeks. They were gone. Mystie. My mother. My father. Just then, this mysterious women bursted through the window. She was beautiful. She looked a bit like me. That’s weird. - Why did you do this Dementia! Who was that women? I don’t know. But she ran to me and touched my cheeks and said: - Linia listen. I will send you down to Earth. Promise me that you will take care. That’s when this mysterious lady turned to stone. I could feel my cheeks burn, and the next moment, I was here. Sche (the name I gave to that lady) had given me a direct ticket to hell. Chapter 2; here I am So that’s my story. Well one tenth of it actually. Today I’m living with Siara, an old women who found me on the Manhattan beach in Florida right after Sche sent me here. Siara wants me to go to high school. How lame is that? Well anyway. I’ll be going to Southside high school. I visited it last Wednesday. It’s been 3 months that I’m with Siara. She’s very kind but,… let’s say a bit out dated. She’s like 117 years and I’m not joking! Southside high school has a beautiful garden which looks like my castles garden back in Neurophora. I have no idea what happened to my parents, nor my sister. By the way, the high school also has stables with really cute creatures called « Horses » in it. Can’t wait to ride them! Tomorrow is my first day and we went to buy my « stationary » -like Siara said- yesterday. I really don’t want to go there. But do I have a choice? - Elena! Breakfast is ready! Yes, I changed my name so Siara doesn’t know who I truly am. My past too, I changed it. I told her that my sister went missing and that my parents went to another far away land for work and that I was lost. Yup. Such a « true » story don’t you think? - Elena come downstairs right now! - Sure Siara! Just packing my bag! - I made pancakes! Oh yeah! Pancakes are the only food that I actually appreciate on Earth! I was gobbling up the pancakes when Siara had to tell me something. - Um… Elena,… do you like your school? - Well yeah! I don’t wanna go but I like it! - You have to go to school but um… - What… why do you look worried? - Elena, Southside high school doesn’t accept late coming students - What… - That means that you will change schools - No… I… I… - You will be going to Sunset prep high school - WHAT!!!??? That school is so strict ! They have no garden, no horses, no fountains, and the worst part is the students there are high stepped snobs! - I know but you have no choice, I’m sorry… - But Siara! - coughs loudly - Siara, are you ok? - Yeah don’t worry. Just a little cough I really don’t wanna go to Sunset prep, but I don’t want to put Siara in difficulty either. - ok Siara. I’ll go there now. - Thanks Elena.
Chapter 3: Proud pigs. Oh no. I’m actually walking in the corridors in Sunset prep. It’s just like how I imagined it. The students here are very « friendly ». No, I hate these students. One of them shoved me before! Look at those proud pigs! - Ugh watch out new girl - Hey, you watch out pork! Oops. Big error. I just insulted the principle’s daughter. She was the popular kid in this school. But I can swear that she is ugly. Her crooked nose and her brownish yellowish eyes disgust me. - Oh. You ARE new. Pff don’t worry, if you just cuddle up in a corner and mind your own business, I might just forgive you. - Hey I didn’t even apologize and I don’t feel like I’m gonna. That’s when this short girl appeared out of nowhere with a glass of tea. - oh ho ho! Here is the nerd. My name is Lyla by the way. And you are . . . - Lin- uh Elena - Yeah, whatever. You, nerd! You didn’t do my geography homework for this weekend! - Um, I… I… sorry… me… I - Ugh never mind Eww. That pork walks weird too. And she had no reason to talk to that poor girl that way. I’ll teach her a lesson… - Hey you Piglet! You have no right to talk to her that way! You pork! - How dare you! Ugh anyway, she doesn’t matter to me. No one matters to me except my reflection! - I don’t care - Let’s go girls, I don’t talk to flys. Did she… She just called me a fly!? Look who’s talking! - Hey you alright ? - Hun? Ehh… yeah… well… thanks for st- st- standing up for me there. - It was nothing - You’re a good friend! A… Friend? She called me her friend? - um… Elena right? - … - Uh, are you ok? - … - Hello? Bell rings - oh I have to go. Later Elena! I’m Stacy by the way! - Hun? Oh yeah. Ok No. I can’t have a friend. Every time I get close to someone, something bad happens to them. I’m a curse. She doesn’t need me anyway. Whatever. My first lesson is… gardening ?! I thought they didn’t have a garden here! And it says room A068… that’s the waiting room. This is really weird. Anyway I have to go somewhere instead of waiting in the corridors before Lyla’s mother catches me. I think I’ll go to A068. Chapter 4: a garden? It’s really loud. How can any room be this loud?! The waiting room is an ocean of students. This must be my class. They are porks. Wait… no way! I’m in Lyla’s class? Why me!? - Oh hey again! - AHHH! - Don’t worry it’s just me, Stacy! - Oh you… - Yup! We are in the same class! Isn’t it incredible?! - Yeah… great It’s horrible. She’s gonna follow me EVERYWHERE! And she thinks we’re friends! - We have gardening now. In a few minutes, Mrs. Drove will take us to the woods to learn about animals! - Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be gardening class ? - Yeah! - This isn’t gardening… - Nope! It isn’t! - Then what are we doing here? - According to my calculations, we are here because the brain level of the principle is at 28% about gardening which technically means she has no garden so this proves the cause that she doesn’t know anything about gardening so she lets the teachers do whatever they want. And Mrs. Drove is passionated by the woods so the average chances of us learning real gardening is 12%. - Oh… um… Ok I assume it. I didn’t understand anything. She IS a real nerd. - BOO!!!!!! - AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! - Omg your the new girl! - You can say hi quietly you know… - I’m Stepheny! - Hey Stephany! Did you know that the average percentage of us learning real gardening is- - Oh Stacy! Always with your staticities - Statistics not statisties It looks like Stacy knows this girl. Stepheny is actually pretty cool. She’s got a navy blue t-shirt which looks like my pyjamas back at Neurophora. - Hey your t-shirt looks like my pjs back at Neurophora ! - Neuro what again? - Neurophora… this city isn’t in my knowledge… TELL ME MORE ABOUT IT! ! - Oh… umm I meant back at home. - Oh. - That’s sad. I could have learned something new you know. - Oh ehh… yeah. Nothing new here hehe. Just then the door bursted open and an old women with a basket and a gigantic bag showed up. - Omg who’s that? - Elena! That’s Mrs. Drove! - Oh. Ok. Umm Stacy… I don’t know much about this place since I moved in. Can you show me around the city later? - Oh sure ! Me, you and Stepheny can hang around as friends! FRIENDS!? No way. I have to tell her that she is not my friend. But that might hurt her feelings. Ugh! What should I do? - Ok stuuuudents. Leeet’s gooo to the wooods. - Uhh Stepheny? - Yup? What’s wrong girl? - Why is her voice so screechy? - Pff forget ‘bout it girly. It’s normal. The old lady is more them 100 years old! - Oh. Ok Siara is 117 years old but her voice isn’t screechy. If you liked the first part of « My Story », please hike and fav my project. Thanks! !!!!! Attention !!!!! I will only post part || if I get more than 20 views so make sure to talk about it to ur friends! ! :)
