This is a small intro to the story itself. Tell me what cha think of it so far. I'm planning on this story being long in the future.
It all started with a closet. It was not seven minutes in heaven, or running and hiding. The closet started on its own, a great adventure. One that won't be forgotten. Where imagination rules and danger is real. Lets begin where it all began.
A frozen night where the snow sparkled against the black sky that was lit by a glimmering moon. A girl who had the coldest eyes and hardest shell stood there. She was alone our there, in pajamas and a light jacket. Her face cracked a smile as she looked at the night in longing. She wanted to get away, tonight however, might just be her chance. She had medium hair, went just past her shoulders. Her bangs however we draped over half her eye and for this occasion she pulled her hair behind her ear just to watch. Her eyes however, we a light grey, they were as cold as the snow around her when she was with others. Only now, at this very moment, was she at peace. Her shields were down that had protected her from the many lies she had faced when she was younger. She was an only child with two fighting parents, and she had no idea what it meant to love someone near your age. She had once, had a puppy dog crush on some red head, shaking her head she couldn't fathom ever seeing him again. Looking up at the moon she smiled fondly, and looked at the snow ground that was sparkled. She walked forth, or marched in the knee high snow. Her red pajama pants getting soaked in the process however. Standing there, in the middle of her yard, she closed her eyes and felt warm in the cold and silent bliss. She loved the night time when it was like this.
She sighed and looked forward, watching the sky she hummed to herself before she heard something. Something that wasn't supposed to happen. A crack, like a snap, and that got her all paranoid. Tensing she looked around, this skater girl eyed her whereabouts. Seeing nothing, even in the shadows, she felt uneasy and she had every right to be. A silhouete was there standing on a branch. She hadn't spotted him and she still felt uneasy. The mysterious figure watched her, a 17 year old teenager feel wary at his presence. The 19 year old boy let himself smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest. He had mild muscle build, he wore jeans and a long sleeve shirt. The girl had calmed down some, but still felt a prickle at the back of her neck, turning up her music, she tried to drown herself from her senses. Feeling herself relax, she sighed and looked at the smoke that came from her mouth. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, it was him.