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There is no separation between dreams and reality. One must only find the means to build the bridges from one to the other.
~Anonymous
Life of My Own Ch 1
Free. She was free. Free to run. Free to dance. Free to fly. This was her sanctuary, where the flowers were always in bloom. Where the sky was as she wished it, and all the little animals came out to play. Here was where the water ran crystal, and the stars shown bright
She could do anything. All she had to do was dream. There were no worries, no responsibilities. She laughed, and knelt on the soft blanket of grass. Gazing up at the stars, she knew that as long as she held onto her world, she would always fly free.
She couldn't be any more overjoyed. She stretched and listened to the soft hum of the firefly's overhead. 'It's so peaceful here…'
She sighed again. She started to drift off, but was unable to sleep due to the increasing volume of the fireflys. 'Why are the firefly's so loud? They weren't a moment ago.' The hum had raised to a dull roar. Suddenly, the ground below her dicentegrated into a huge black expanse. Then she was falling, falling, falling…
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BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Relena awoke so suddenly, that she fell out of her bed, and bumped her head on her bedroom's hardwood floor.
"Ummph!"
She had been dreaming about her personal haven when her stupid alarm clock had yanked her out of her peaceful slumber. Damn, but that thing was annoying. She had bought it out of hopes that it would wake her up for good, and it most certainly did. Loudly.
Now, instead of being just grumpy and half asleep, she was fully awake and even more of a bad mood. She had no idea which of the two was the better alternative.
BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She picked up the alarm clock and threw it so hard that it fell into at least eight different parts on her floor. Damn, but she hated mornings. Mornings meant the start of another day. Another day meant more work. More work meant more crap, which meant more stress. Damn it!
Used to be she loved mornings. She loved to watch the sunrise. She loved a fresh start, because she believed that it had meant new beginnings. She was also sixteen, stupid, and very naïve. Now, at nineteen, she wasn't much smarter, but she sure has hell wasn't naïve. Or so she thought.
Knock, knock!
"Ms. Relena, you have a meeting in half an hour," her secretary said.
Carol was often sent to wake Relena up, or to deliver messages that were urgent, or any other business that would normally piss her off.
She used to love keeping the peace, and aiding desperate people. Now, she absolutely hated her job. She didn't know when she had become so bitter, and quite frankly, she didn't care. She had to get out, now, before it was to late, but it was impossible. She'd never escape. The colonies were to stupid to figure things out for their own. Her leaving could start another war.
'So what?' Things were extremely tense between the colonies and the earth anyway. They wanted another war and would use any excuse to get one. If not her, then something else would happen eventually. Might as well be her. 'Tonight,' she thought, but first, she had to pick up some "supplies."
Dun dun duuuunnnnn!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for the extremely long dragging chapter. I don't mean to but it is one o'clock in the morning, and I have to get some sleep. Maybe if I do this during the day, the next chapter will be better? Who knows? I promise the people you want to read about are coming soon *cough,Heero,cough*
~Sakura