THE WAY HE MAKES ME FEEL
This is not going to be a story like any other, not only because nobody had ever felt the same way as I did when I fell in love, but also because it's the story of my heart. Yes, it's not real, and that's one of the reasons I decided to write it. Before I get started I want to quote something that once the greatest entertainer used to write in his book and that inspired me to open my heart and write my story:
"I've always wanted to be able to tell stories, you know, stories that came from my soul. I'd like to sit by a fire and tell people stories – make them see pictures, make them cry and laugh, take them anywhere emotionally with something as deceptively simple as words. I'd like to tell tales to move their souls and transform them. I've always wanted to be able to do that. Imagine how the great writers must feel, knowing they have that power. I sometimes feel I could do it. It's something I'd like to develop. In a way, songwriting uses the same skills, creates the emotional highs and lows, but the story is a sketch. It's quicksilver. There are very few books written on the art of storytelling, how to grip listeners, how to get a group of people together and amuse them. No costumes, no makeup, no nothing, just you and your voice, and your powerful ability to take them anywhere, to transform their lives, if only for minutes."
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Chapter 1
My story starts in the end of one very stormy summer when a little girl named Kassandra was sitting at the back yard of her parents' house in L.A. Kassy was rocking and thinking of her whole life. At that time she was only eight, but she was so lonely, she had no friends who she could play with, and her classmates were always trying to annoy her with saying bad things for herself or for people who they knew she cared about and who she loved dearly with all her heart. Tears started falling upon her face, but she dried them and tried to stay calm. Then she heard strange noise of a car stopping at the other side of the house, where the main street was. Kassy was very curious so she went to see what was going on. The car stopped next to the house opposite hers. Two men and five boys got out of the car. The men were talking something fastly, while the boys looked around themselves with curiosity. Kassy stared for a moment at the boys. They were all at different age, but they looked so much a-like. The smallest, she thought, was the cutest. She looked at his face – he had big, beautiful, brown eyes, soft lips, and – as she thought – very cute little nose. He was looking around the place when, suddenly, his look fell over her. When he saw her staring at him he blushed and hurried to turn to the other side. Kassy felt she'd blushed too, but she just couldn't stop watching him. She tried to come closer, but then the two men forced the children to enter the house. She returned to her yard, sat on the sunny bench next to the house and under the rays of the sun she closed her eyes and realised that all sge could think about was the boy with the brown eyes. She had never seen anybody like him...
