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Really. LAST time I'll revise my chapter 1 of my book until I send it to the publisher unless somebody comes up with corrections. I just want to know what you think of my first few paragraphs.
Never again. She vowed she’d never give her heart again and here she was, sacrificing the very essense of her being…in a role play. The radio hummed to the beat, perfectly matching the teenager’s lust for love…to the tune of MC Hammer, Can’t Touch This.
It wasn’t change she minded. In the end it was the unknown that came with change, that left that punching hand around her stomach to squeeze until her eyes bulged with the fearful anticipation of what would come next. With the unknown came the question of failure…and the knife that twisted when those around gave a pitying glance as if they knew something more; the idea of jumping off a cliff with every last ounce of faith that there would be someone at the bottom to catch the fall—and then at last feeling the crush of bone and skin when at the bottom someone decided to flinch.
The rain rarely came down in such heavy sheets anymore, but on this night it was collapsing from the sky with the threat that it would never stop. As Tira Kline sat at her computer she sped out 96 words per minute, her fingers seeming to fly along the keyboard. Lightning flashed outside, and Tira forced herself not to flinch. The sound didn’t bother her anymore, and she had learned to handle the light just as well. Her eyes sparkled in the dimmed resolution of the LCD moniter she had recently earned for landing the lead in the most recent play her school had been working on. Tira was no good in musicals, and had always ended up working backstage for the production of those. She had heard herself sing only a few times, none of which were pleasant—and all of which were more than enough.
‘Why don’t you sing?’
The message on her screen made her smile for a long moment, allowing her eyes to fall to the keyboard for a rare occasion. Tira didn’t smile often, unless it was required on stage, and when she did it was usually reserved. When she sent the message thunder crashed outside again, and a shuddering convulsion rang through her windows, causing the girl to look up. She shuddered; it wasn’t the sound that worried her, it was whether or not her window would hold against it. With a sigh she turned back to her new moniter, noticing a flashing light at the side of her face—there would be no reason to turn off her computer until she power cut.
 animepurinsesu · Tue Apr 17, 2007 @ 04:01am · 3 Comments |
