Sabrina Nicole Hinkley sat back with satisfaction after having finished typing her short story. She prayed it would be good enough and her Aunt Nicki would have it published in her magazine. In addition to the one started up with her Uncle Matthew, Nicki began a small publication that included works of up and coming writers. Sabrina had tried twice to get her work published and was not successful. It wasn't that her aunt did not believe her to be talented, it just was not up to the standards of Write Now Magazine. Sabrina knew just because she was the niece of the founder it did not mean she was getting special treatment. She had to work for it. Well she thinks she may have gotten it this time.
She pulled the last typed page from the old fashioned typewriter and set it down with the others. Yes she could use something more fancy but she like the old typewriters. For some reason or another she found it easy to work on them. Writing was her passion. It had been for as long as she could remember. Her dream was to write a best selling novel like her mother did with her smash romance book titled Volcanic Love. It was one of Sabrina's favorites. Ginger wrote about the time the volcano was going to erupt on the island and how her brilliant Roy figured out how to stop it. Of course she altered a few things and twisted a bit here and there to make the story more exciting but not by much however she did throw in a tribe to add a bit more intrigue. The result paid off. Sabrina knew the hero of the book Colton was based upon her father and the beautiful woman named Gina was of course her mother. Just like another novel that Ginger had written called Fatal Chemistry. Another story based upon an adventure on the island and her father as the hero. Sabrina thought it was sweet her mother wrote such stories. Making her father so heroic. The blonde girl knew how deeply in love her parents were. She hoped one day she could be so lucky.
Sabrina sighed and looked over at a picture of Jonas Gilligan sitting on her wooden desk. He was a sweet dear boy. She loved spending time with him. A bit clumsy at times that was true. He took after his father in that regard. It was hard to tell though who he looked like more. Mary Ann or Gilligan. He had features of them both. He had his mother's eyes that was for sure and he had his father's silly grin. A love of sailing he did inherit from Gilligan. Sabrina enjoyed being out on the water herself. She found it helped her be inspired to write. And yes it was true that she did use Jonas as a guide for the hero in her story much like her mother used her father. She couldn't help it. He was just so wonderful. The young Hinkley daughter felt she was lucky to have him in her life. She had always been a bit boy crazy. Something her father told her was inherited from her mother. The minute she saw a cute boy she was nine times out of ten in love. Or so she thought. It wasn't until the Gilligans moved to California did she see what a terrific guy Jonas was. All other boys were abandoned and her heart was set out on the young Gilligan son. It was true that sometimes she did not feel she was as beautiful as her twin sister but Jonas saw differently. He confessed to her once that she was more pretty. She thought it was sweet of him to say.
The truth was Sabrina always thought her sister was the favorite of the family. Her parents' darling. She never felt resentful about that if she was being honest. Why shouldn't Amber get that attention? She deserved it. So talented she was. When she got older everyone was going to fall in love with her. It was only natural. Besides Sabrina knew she was as equally as guilty as putting her sister on a pedestal. Always bragging about what an amazing singer she was and how she was going to give all those other female singers in the world a run for their money someday. Barbara Streisand look out! You Julie Andrews, you have nothing on Ambrosia Danielle! How she could not wait for her sister to hit it big.
The big reason was because she hoped someday she would write that movie script her sister would be performing. While Amber wanted to be in front of the camera and on stage, Sabrina wanted a more of a behind the camera position. Meaning she wished to be the writer, the director and the producer. If there was one thing she was passionate about it was telling a good story. Writing just came so easy to her for some reason. Maybe it was something else she got from her mother. Roy Hinkley always said that no one could tell a story like Ginger. She had a way of adding flavor and making it more spicy. The bedtimes stories she used to tell her as a little girl were by far her favorite. Those stories are what made Sabrina want to be a writer. The teen did know that it was going to take a lot more than just being Ginger Hinkley's daughter to make it in Hollywood. Besides she did not want to get by on her mother's name. She wanted to make one for herself. Amber told her she could do it. She allowed her twin to read her short stories and she always told her they were amazing. The redhead constantly encouraged her sister to keep it up and told her to enter that school contest where they were looking for someone to write a play for the drama club to perform. "You would win it hands down." Amber would tell her sister. "Trust me. You are that good."
Sabrina put her story aside for now and stood up from her desk. She walked to her bedroom door and opened up stepping out into the hallway. As she made her way down she could hear her sister on the phone with Scott. She giggled at the things that girl said. Reminded her a little of how their mother got their father all flustered.
She went down the stairs and found her mother looking over a something. "What's that?" She asked of her.
"Oh this new script I was given. I don't know why Ronnie sent it to me. It's just awful."
"What's it about?"
"A zombie hospital." Ginger grumbled. "Ridiculous."
Sabrina laughed. "Maybe you could kiss them like you did Dad when he was turned into one."
Ginger swatted her daughter. "Funny." She said with a smile. "How did the writing go? Did you get your story finished?"
"I did. I hope Aunt Nicki likes it. I worked very hard. I took a lot of your suggestions and reworked it." Sabrina sighed. "I hope it's good enough."
"Honey it will be. You know your aunt loves you and thinks you are mega talented. She just wants to push you to do your best. She knows there is more in you."
"Well I hope this meets her expectations." Sabrina said. "If it does maybe some Hollywood movie mogul will see it and want me to write a screenplay." She got a far off dreamy look in her blue eyes. "And then he will want Amber to star in it after hearing about her amazing My Fair Lady performance. The one in which she gave Audrey Hepburn a run for her money. I'm telling you she did. And it will be a smash hit and everyone will adore…"
Ginger giggled. "Honey don't get ahead of yourself. I'm not saying that one day it won't happen. I know that some Hollywood movie studio will get wind of your writing talent and will snatch up one of your incredible stories but one step at a time."
Sabrina smiled. "I know Mom. I am going to take it slow. First thing is first. Getting my story published. Then I will work on getting the attention of a movie studio and then being hired to direct and produce…"
"You will. Someday. You did a good job helping out with the directing at the community playhouse. And you were wonderful with those children at the library when they were putting on that small play. I know that someday you will be an amazing director." Ginger assured her daughter. "Both of my girls are going to be big names in Hollywood."
Sabrina smiled thinking about winning an Oscar for directing. What a dream that would be! And maybe for best screenplay! Her mind snapped back to reality. Her mother was right. First thing was first. Getting her story in the magazine. One little step at a time.
The blonde came around the sofa and sat down next to her mother. "You think Dad is disappointed that Amber and I didn't follow his footsteps and become scientists?"
Ginger quickly shook her head. "Of course not. Your father wants you to do what makes you happy. He is proud of you both. He would never want you to do anything just to please him or I. Writing is your gift. Just like music is Amber's gift. Your father wants you to fulfill your dreams. Not mine. Not his. Yours."
"Really?"
"Yes really. Alex is the one who has the science bug in him. He loves working with your father in your Pop's company. Seeing what amazing things they do with plastic and you know how excited he was over your father discovering that formula for transparent aluminum. I think your brother is going to be a very important figure in the science world. He will carry on the Hinkley legacy in that regard." Ginger stated. "You and your sister just work on doing what you love. Music and writing. That's all we ask of you."
"Thanks Mom." Sabrina said kissing her cheek. "You're the best."
"You're welcome. Now go on and get yourself ready for that dance. I'll be up in a minute to help you with your hair and make-up."
"Sure thing." Sabrina said as she hopped up and headed back up the stairs. Her mother was right. She did need to do what was in her heart. She knew very well that her father was proud of her writing ability. He encouraged her to keep at it. Both of her parents were proud and she knew it.
She came to the top of the stairs and paused at her sister's door. "Amber…can you help me with my dress?"
"Be right there!"
Sabrina said okay and walked to her bedroom. She stepped inside looking over the enormous room. How she loved it! Her favorite was the little area set up for her writing. Her wooden desk and chair. Endless reams of paper and typewriter ribbons. How great it would be to tell everyone this is where she got her start. In this little corner of the world!