Tear drops on my balance beam
This is a cute idea I thought of at three in the morning. I wrote a small part, but it's going to come up later on.
Here's the summary! ((BTW, this is a story about Mike's personalities. They are real people and most are family. If you want to see what they look like, find AmberStone12 on deviantart and look for ManitobaXSvetlana love sketches))
Summary: Svetlana is trying to become the best gymnast in the world since she was little. Manitoba is trying to go around the world and seek adventure. They both are looking for love to share their likings, and meet in the craziest place. What will happen to the Russian gymnast and explorer from down under when they are stuck together in an apartment for a year? Will they be able to even acknowledge eachothers presence? Or think that everything will work out?
Deep in Russia, a house lays near the windy mountains. The chilly wind swirls around the quiet large home and causes frost to form on the windows. One glance inside, would make you enviess for warmth when you see a large fireplace.
The flames crackle and flare angrilly. Spewing small bushells of light and spark around the room. It warms the living room, making all inside cuddly and cozy (as a child would say).
A sillioute leaps across the fireplace. It tumbles and jumps around like it was dancing. It was reflected off of something that really was dancing. The figure was jumping around gracefully. You would know it had poise and persistence by the way it moved and swayed.
The light from the fireplace shines brighter until you can see a girl. Not just any little girl. She was small, fairly 6 years old. Her mocha colored skin shined in the flattering light of the fire. The hazel eyes of the child sparkled even in the dimmest of the room, and her lashes were thick for her young age. The lips on her scarless and beautiful face were small, heart shaped, and had a red tint. Her dark brown hair was messy and curly, especially the bangs, that hung in her face, and her short hair that went down to her shoulders.
This girl was known as Svetlana Daniella Redger. She was only the age of six and living with her parents in Southern Russia. her family were full, fledged Russians. They appreciated the customs and rituals like it was their life.
Currently, the family was enjoying a regular weekday. Redger was cooking dinner, and Mr. Arnold Redger was working in another room.
Little Svetlana Redger was playing in the warm living room. She was imagining that she was a famous gymnast. Performing in front of a crowd that loved her to death.
She was wearing a red and purple leotard, white stockings, and red, laced ballet slippers.
"And leap!" She exclaims. "Peroette! Grongetè! Spin!-"
The small female was actually very good at gymnastics. The sport was in her blood. She was an expert, along with her mother, aunt, grandmother, and grandmother. It runs in her family, and she was happy to be a part of it.
"-and split!" The child finishes her routine was a back flip, then a perfect split. After the imaginary applause died down, the girl got up and dusted off her leotard.
"Mummy! Mummy!" Svetlana squeaks in her immature Russian accent. "Mummy, Look at my routine!"
After skidding to a halt in the beautiful kitchen, Penolope glanced from her soup and chicken to answer her daughter. "Yes, Svetlana?"
"I finished my routine, today! And the crowd loved me!"
Penelope giggles and pats her daughter on the head.
"That is perfect sweet heart, now call your father for dinner."
The six year old nods politely and flips to her father's room.
"Father! Father, it's dinner time!"
The door flings open and a pair of bulkly hands grabs the girl.
Svetlana screams at first, but starts giggling when a tingling sensation attacks her senses. The fingers tickle her tummy, her feet, and her under arms.
"Tickle monster!" The man exclaims which tickling his daughter.
"F-Father!" Svetlana laughs uncontrollably. "I-It tickles! AHAHAHAHA!"
Arnold stops tickling the child and picks her up on his shoulder.
He was a very tall man, with brown hair and brown eyes. His skin was a lighter hade of mocha, but was still a tan color.
Penelope set the table just as Arnold waltzed in with his dausghter. He sat the child in her tall seat, then sat near his wife himself.
"How was your day, Arnold?" asks Penelope.
"Eh, pretty good I must say." Arnold relies in a worried manner. "The factory is having cuts. Georgie was just cut loose, my best friend in the world. Good man, has a wife, three kids."
"Poor, George." Replied the wife. "I hope he pulls through..."
"Me too." says the man. "Anyway, enough about me, how was your day, Penny?"
"The catering is going by quickly. More people are finding out about my cooking, and asking for me to cater celebrations, and weddings, and such...and Svetlana helped me deliver my baked goods today, didn't you sweet heart?"
"I sure did, Mummy!" Svetlana replied. "And I made up a new routine today! The people were cheering for an encore! And so did Mr. Snuggles!"
was Svetlana's stuffed bear. She had gotten him a few minutes after she was born. He had brown fur and black, button eyes.
The girl loved him, and couldn't imagine life without her stuffed animal.
"Wonderful Darling!" Her father states as he picks her up. "Our little girl has a gift, Penelope. A gift that the world must see."
"Of course she does, Arnold. She's special." Penelope smiles as she stand next to her husband. "She gets that from her mother.
"Do you think I will be famous when I get big, Daddy?" The girl asked with big, puppy dog eyes.
"Of course , Svetlana! You will be famous! A natural beauty! Girls from all over the world will want to be like you!" The man Sits his daughter in the seat. "You can do anything you set your mind too. With just a handle full of dreams, and a bit of hard work, you 'll be the best gymnast in the world."
Best Gymnast in the world...
The words echoed in Svetlana's mind. She wanted to be the best gymnast in the world. And she wanted to make sure that all of the hard work her parents put into getting her the supplies meant something. She continued to eat with her delicious chicken and lamb soup.
-TDBB-
About 50,000 miles south is the continent of Australlia.
The hot deserts and the outback stand out against the suburbs in Sydney. Ah, Sydney. The beautiful city named after the operah house that looks like a decritive folded napkin. Many people were walking down the street. Mingling with other people and selling fish and chips near the bay.
Only a few blocks away was another house. Decently large, with a orange look and red roof and shingles. Inside was a mother and a father. The mother, Andrea Smith, was washing dishes.
The bubbles were light and airy as they drifted around the womans gloved arms.
The father in the kitchen, Derek Smith, was reading a newspaper. His feet propped up on the table, and the paper clenched tightly on the crinkly paper.
"Ay, look at this Andrea! Factory in Russia closed due to overstock!" Derek shreiks in his australlian accent.
"That's a shame! Those poor Russians didn't see it coming." Andrea scrubbed another cup. "I hope it doesn't happen anywhere here!"
"Hope so..."
As the parents continue to talk, they simultaneously glanced outside.
Through the crystal glass windows and down the small rocky trail was a large lawn. It was surrounded by a white fence and included a lush garden.
Inside of the lawn were two boys.
Well, not just regular boys, Twins to be exact. One had Dark brown hair, which was slicked back and shined with oils and grease. He was buff for a six year old, and wore a pair of denim shorts and a white boys tanktop.
This boy, Vito Smith, was practicing his punches. He pinned a big pile of leaves until they split apart. Vito chuckled and flexed his arms.
"Awesome! I got muscles now!" He snickered, in a light New Jersey accent. "Eh, Manitoba! You gotta check this out!"
Manitoba Smith, was Vito's twin brother. He had just as dark hair and tan skin as his brother did. Actually, their faces have the same shape and look. But Manitoba had flatter and well mattered hair. Which was messily pressed down by the weight of his fedora.
Little Manitoba never took off his fedora, though he had many more with different colors, this one was his favorite. A beige color with a green clothe tied around the bottom.
This one was special, for it was the first one he ever got.
When the australian child was little, it was VERY big on his head. About 50 times bigger, but Manitoba loved it anyway.
Currently, he was wearing a dark red shirt, with sleeves rolled up at the elbows, and an orange vest. As for pants, he wore a pair of brown sneakers and jeans.
"No thanks, Vito!" The child relied to his brother. "I'd rather go on an adventure!"
Young Manitoba grabbed his lucky rope
(yes, his parents let him have a rope) and whipped it on a tree branch. He climbed up the tall tree, untied the rope, the whip it onto another branch.
The small child swung from each tree and ended so he could take a look at the world outside of his backyard.
He gazed at the view. The lush, green gardens. The wandering people. And not to mention the view of the outback. Which was ringed a dark orange copor and lead into the far horizion.
That feeling: the feeling Manitoba had in his chest. It was freedom. From the wind gushing in his face, and the sun shining brightly until it would blind the world was intoxicating. now his heart was pounding. Senses were tingling. Toes numb. Eyes fixed on the sunset.
This feeling was very special to the boy. He wanted to feel this way always, but he can't live it everyday in his backyard. So Manitoba hoped down
The tree steadily and ran into the house.
"Ma! Ma!" He called as he skidded into the kitchen.
"What is it, Manitoba?" Asks Andrea, who is drying the last few dishes.
"Can I go to Mount Everest?!"
Andrea snickers.
"And why do you want to go Mount Everest?"
"Because I want to be an adventurer! I want to go to mount Everest and see the the bottom when I get to the top!"
"Aw, Sweetheart." The mother draped a rag on her shoulder, then sat her son on her lap. He looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.
"When you get older, you can do what ever you want. And if you want to climb mount Everest, then you can go and do it! Follow your dreams, Manitoba! And you have to work hard to make it happen." she explained. "You have a true gift for climbing and rope handling. So I bet you'll make a wonderful adventurer one day."
...make a wonderful adventurer one day...
Manitoba smith understood his mother perfectly. If he was going to go around the world, he'll have to work hard to get their.
Though Manitoba and Svetlana were about 50,000 miles away and didn't even know eachother existed, they were thinking the same thing..
I have a gift..
Must follow my dreams..
The two kids were happy to know that they had gifts, and they knew that they were going to be famous when they grow up..
And when that time comes..they'll be in for a major surprise..
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finally done the prolouge! R&R and tell me what you think!