I am an angst writer without doubt. I love writing stories that is sad, for it imprints their tears into our heart. I tried to make things as realistic as it can be, that is why you may see some part of me inside this story. I am not a big fan of Mary-Sue because I find it really unrealistic. There are parts of the story where you'll love the main character and hate her guts for her darn jealousy. She is human; we WILL love and hate her at the same time. After all humans are not perfect, that is why we are so full of life.
Anyways it has been long since I have written anything. The last fan fiction I posted was from last year. The last long term fan fiction was well over 2 years ago, so bare with me here ^_^;. I explain a lot of things in details so that is why I put out short chapters so I won't bored you with it…anyways I hope you enjoy the story and please review for encouragement and suggestion. I will love you forever and worship you. (really…)
Lastly, I have to say, I don't write fan fiction 24/7 so don't expect me to
update everyday. However I will promise you this that I'll try my best to update
once a week. I am in grade 11 so I do not have as much free time as I would
love. Please don't flame me, I am bad at updating without it and I don't want
anyone discouraging me to do so.
I held the marble that I got from the fair in my hand. I fiddle it around as if trying to rub off the worries in my heart. I sighed and took out the rubber band that tied my hair together and let myself relax into the car seat. I looked over to my best friend, Shelly Clare, who was sleeping soundlessly on the other side of the car. She had a lovely shade of blonde in her hair and not to mention those long eyelashes. I, on the other hand, am quiet opposite from her. I had an unusual shade of brown; it seemed more like the gold mixed with a very dark brown. I had silky straight hair that flows down to my shoulders, but it is nothing when compared to Shelly. She is one of those people that have great beauty both inside and out. I could not help but to compare myself to her. Sometime I feel more beautiful than her, but most of the time I feel inferior to her. However, one thing is for sure, my beauty seems to be only noticed by me. I had very bad luck with boys; it would be a miracle that anyone even takes interest in me. The only thing that is special about me is my eye. I had a shade of brown that is hard to identify, it seems to be a deep brown mixed with gold (I have a thing with gold).
It is true my personality is more loveable and carefree than her, but it is certainly not the type that anyone one would want for a wife. Shelly on the other hand, had the laughter of a child and smile of a mother. I am constantly jealous of her. Not to mention her perfect body, while I am chubby and all round. As you can see I have a pretty low self esteem, but who can say they are beautiful when they are around Shelly?
I sighed and directed my attention back to the scenery outside. The sky was crying again. I usually find peace in this kind of weather, but for some reason there was a strange feeling in my heart I cannot grasp. Darkness had rest upon the city long ago, and the only lights that are visible are the artificial light that we human made. The moon seems to have a hid itself behind the curtains of the clouds, as if ashamed or afraid of something. It sometimes peeks out from its safe hold to make sure that everything was all right, then it craws back behind its dark clouds.
The lights from the city dotted the dark fabric of the night, like first snowflakes on a winter's night. The only difference was the light's colour (mostly yellow ones, with a few exception of red and green). Then my eyes started to get heavy, the car went a bit too fast for my liking. I have always warned my dad for driving too fast. The lights from the city seem to pass us like dying fire of the candle on a birthday cake, blown away with a wish. I would have yelled my dad to slow down at that moment, but for some reason I closed my eyes. I did not know why, but I felt this rising impact of worry in my heart. It lifted my soul out from my body and crushed it with worries. It seem like I was floating. After all I was only in a car, out on a rainy winters night, driving at 100 km/hour. I had nothing to worry about, really…
Then it happened, our car lost control on the slippery road and started to
swing to the other side of the street. We hit the side polls, which forcefully
pushed me into car seat in front of me. I knew that there was no hope left, so I
silently whispered in my head.
'Dear god, please help my parents and my friend. Spare them from this tragedy;
take me instead. Place me in someplace safe, safe from harms and fill me with
love…'
I might have asked for too much, because those things never really came. Miracle
did not come over and sweep me away from the pain. There was no angel, no light,
no sound. Only darkness came.
Thank you for reading up to this far ^_^! I know it has been a boring chapter and also a chapter that was filled with grammar mistake! *o*!! Grade 11 and I still haven't gotten the grip in writing ;_;… I am a sad little being, yesh I really am…*sniff sniff* And yes I am fully aware that you still haven't learned the main character's name, and I am sure you will not for the first few chapters… (I think you get to know her name in chapter 3? Or 4? Not sure) Anyways please comment and tell me what you think! ^_^ Love you all~!
~Jing (2002/02/22)