Hi! So, you guys, i promised you a special addition to this post, and it is... The beginning of a new story I made up! It's still a work in progress, but I have the beginning all laid out (for now). Because it's not entirely done, if, in the VERY VERY VERY faraway future, on a percentage chance of 0.0000000000001%, I do get it published, then it's bound to be different than this- maybe it starts at a different time, or the characters are different, etc., etc., so please don't be mad because this is only my first draft! Alright, here it goes:
Amy Lowerheart straightened out her nice white dress that her mother had just made for her. The sleeves were transparent and cool, just going past her shoulders. The white summerdress moved about whenever she made the slightest movement. She put the matching white headband on and brushed her wavy red hair. She looked in the mirror and smiled to herself. I can do this, she told herself.
Amy took her locket off the old, dirty counter in the small bathroom, which had nothing more than a wooden tub, counter, and toilet. Amy put the locket on. She was twelve now and had owned it for eight years, the amount of time, almost, since King John had been taken by The Third Outcast. Whenever Amy looked at her locket, it reminded her of the time she couldn’t remember, before there was a blanket of sorrow that hung over Kingdom One. There was another sense to it, one Amy couldn’t decipher; it was mysterious, foreign, special, probably because she had no idea where it came from—it’s just always been there.
Amy remembered the scary day from when she’d been five. After she’d gotten the locket from the front yard, she’d brought it inside, hid it in her bedroom, because her mother was very neat and wouldn’t let her keep if she found out it had been on the street. Amy had played with it in her bedroom—shared with her five older siblings—when no one else was around; it had always felt like a secret to Amy.
Then, one day when she was five, Amy forgot to take off her locket when she went to cook dinner. When her mother saw it, she said, “Amy… please come over here, please.”
Amy could remember every word, every movement, every feeling after that. She’d walked up to her mother very carefully, not sure what was going to happen. She’d taken it off and carefully put in the palm of her mother. Her mother stared at it painfully sadly like there was a bad memory from it. She’d run her thumb over the locket and moved it around for a few moments. Then she opened, and everything changed in a second. Her eyes became wide and she gasped.
“Get it out! Sell it! Get rid of it! I never want to see it again, young lady!” Amy’s mother threw the necklace at Amy unexpectedly and it hit her forehead—hard. Then there were tears in both of their eyes. Amy ran outside, crying, the locket streaming behind her from her left hand.
Amy sat on the first step up to her house, tears streaming down her face like rivers. They lived in a rather unpopulated, poor region of town, and no one came to help her until her fourteen-year-old—at that time, seven—sister Bella came back from her friend’s house.
“Oh no!” Bella said, running towards Amy. “What happened?”
Bella had always been the empathetic person Amy never felt like. Amy shook her head, starting to breathe in deeply, calming herself. Bella got the message. When Amy collected herself, she told the story to Bella.
“I’m so, so sorry, Amy,” Bella said. She helped Amy up and brought her back inside. Amy’s mother was busy cooking dinner. Amy went to her bedroom and hid the necklace in her one private spot—her section of the dresser. The room was packed. There were three bunk beds. William and Norman, her goofball, seventeen-year-old twin brothers, had one; Kyle, sixteen, and Philippa, fifteen, had the second; and her and Bella shared the last one.
Amy tried to get rid of the sad thoughts that started to fill her head. She looked in the mirror again and smiled again. She couldn’t remember the last time she had looked that nice. She knew she had to look nice if she were to try out as a servant for the castle. It would be the best-paying jobs in the family except her mother, the tailor. Although, really, only her two oldest brothers were her competition, being a dog walker and a window cleaner.
Some might think that twelve was too young for work, but Amy didn't mind. Really, she was excited, as she was very energetic all the time and was always looking for something to do, and she wanted to do whatever she could to support her family.
Amy looked at her crazy family mournfully. She wouldn't see them much if she got the job, but anyone under fourteen was given one day off per week. Her mother’s brown hair was tied into a strict bun as usual; she had her giant glasses on and was sewing. Bella studied her, as she wanted to take over Lowerheart Wear when she was older; Philippa was baking cupcakes, Kyle was reading; William and Norman were… being William and Norman.
“Bye,” Amy said sulkily.
Each member of the family gave her looked up and gave Amy a hug. Amy’s mother said, “Good luck.”
Amy slipped on her shoes, waved goodbye, then left.
So, what'd you think? There is a prologue, but it's not vital until the end of the story and it;s kind of weird so I didn't put it in.
Glossary:
The Third Outcast: One of six cities that are enemies of the Twelve Kingdoms.
The Twelve Kingdoms: Twelve, well, kingdoms. Kingdom One is the richest.
Not sure if I made the "medieval" stuff believable, I swear, I did my best, and I know, IT IS EXTREMELY WEIRD. But weird's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh. *weirdness*
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Yours in demigodishness and all that, peace out,
Honeybees
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