If you have read either of my other stories "Unwanted Visitor"(sweep) or "Annabelle Swann"(Pirates of the
Carribean), you might like this one. If you Love Legolas, you might like this story. If you don't
that's ok. But R&R anyway.
Luv, Booklover03.
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Mirra had had enough. She had to get out, she needed to clear her head. Over the past week she had been
bombarded with situations that hurt her both physically and mentally. As if her braces had hurt her enough,
but she had no life. As her friend, Kelly, so oftenly reminded her. But it was more then that. She just didn't
feel as if she belonged.
Mirra stopped by the mirror in her bathroom and stared at her reflection. She had long light brown hair,
that came to her elbows and dark saphire blue eyes, that glinted in the dim bathroom light. She had a few
freckles scattered across her cheeks and, what people called, 'A roman nose'. She opened her
mouth to reveal her glittering braces. She had only had them for less then a week and they were hurting her
far too much. The only thing about them she liked, was the colours she had chosen, three different shades
of her favourite colour. Blue.
Sighing, Mirra pulled out her brush and pulled it gracefully through her long hair. Mirra didn't fit in
anywhere. She wasn't mean, like the cheerleaders in her school, who preyed on the weak. She was a
dreamer, she liked to spend her time reading and writing. She hoped to become a famous author, like her
role models, J.K Rowling and J.R.R Tolkien. Not that she wasn't encouraged by her parents and her friends,
they liked her short stories and her fanfictions. But she wanted more then that. She wanted to live that life.
Not just observe and read about it.
Calling a goodbye to her parents, Mirra grabbed her keys and Jacket, then headed out to her metallic blue
Matiz (A/N: for all you who don't know what that is, it's a car) and headed for the marina, the best place for
her to think and clear her head.
Carribean), you might like this one. If you Love Legolas, you might like this story. If you don't
that's ok. But R&R anyway.
Luv, Booklover03.
* * * * * * *
Mirra had had enough. She had to get out, she needed to clear her head. Over the past week she had been
bombarded with situations that hurt her both physically and mentally. As if her braces had hurt her enough,
but she had no life. As her friend, Kelly, so oftenly reminded her. But it was more then that. She just didn't
feel as if she belonged.
Mirra stopped by the mirror in her bathroom and stared at her reflection. She had long light brown hair,
that came to her elbows and dark saphire blue eyes, that glinted in the dim bathroom light. She had a few
freckles scattered across her cheeks and, what people called, 'A roman nose'. She opened her
mouth to reveal her glittering braces. She had only had them for less then a week and they were hurting her
far too much. The only thing about them she liked, was the colours she had chosen, three different shades
of her favourite colour. Blue.
Sighing, Mirra pulled out her brush and pulled it gracefully through her long hair. Mirra didn't fit in
anywhere. She wasn't mean, like the cheerleaders in her school, who preyed on the weak. She was a
dreamer, she liked to spend her time reading and writing. She hoped to become a famous author, like her
role models, J.K Rowling and J.R.R Tolkien. Not that she wasn't encouraged by her parents and her friends,
they liked her short stories and her fanfictions. But she wanted more then that. She wanted to live that life.
Not just observe and read about it.
Calling a goodbye to her parents, Mirra grabbed her keys and Jacket, then headed out to her metallic blue
Matiz (A/N: for all you who don't know what that is, it's a car) and headed for the marina, the best place for
her to think and clear her head.