Hey everyone! Well I finally started writing again...take a photo while it lasts! Anyway, I hope you like this fic. Even if you don't I demand reviews so you can at least tell me what sucks about it. So please, I'm begging you, review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing cause if I did I'd be rich, famous and very good friends with the G-boys!
Prologue: Who I am
My name is Thalia Sinclair and I'm a loser.
At least, that's how I feel these days. It seems as though nothing can make me happy anymore. Not the beautiful spring flowers in the park across the street from my apartment, not the smell of the salty sea air carried in on the breeze from the nearby ocean, not even my job can cheer me like they used to. The only things keeping me going are the letters I receive, every week, from my brother and the knowledge he still loves me.
I haven't seen my brother for about 11 years, not since I left when I was 7. I moved away from my home, my family, to Canada so I could follow my dream. I dreamt of dancing where everyone would see me, and I would make my father proud.
I suppose you think that age 7 is a little young to move to a foreign country and choose a career, many think that in fact, but the truth is some people are ready for life at a young age. Ready for the freedom, opportunity and the hardships.
Ok maybe I could have lived without the hardships but, I guess, it all worked out for the best. I mean it made me who I am today so I guess I shouldn't complain.
Anyway, I came to Canada when I was 7 and boarded with a nice old couple who home schooled me while I attended classes at the Canadian Dance Academy (CDA) for 5 years. Then I joined up with a dance group that traveled throughout the Earth and Colonies and stayed with them for 3 years. There was a nice woman named Lila in the group who helped me continue my education to the point where I was recognized as a high school graduate. On my third year with the group I was offered a place in the biggest company ever, the Canadian Dance Company (CDC). By that time I was 15 and not even in my prime so I guess Lila thought it was a great opportunity for me and convinced me to accept they're offer.
I've been with CDC for about 3 years now and have successfully made myself a name in ballet and latin dancing. And through it all, I've not once seen my family since I left. All I know of them I've gotten from their letters.
When my father died I wanted so much to just give up and go home but my brother wouldn't hear of it. He was determined for me to succeed. I thank him immensely for his support, and for his love.
Someday I'll see my brother again, maybe when the wars end and there is definite peace throughout the land, when its safe to go to him without my life being in danger. Hopefully it'll be someday soon, but until then, I'll just pretend we've never met.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing cause if I did I'd be rich, famous and very good friends with the G-boys!
Prologue: Who I am
My name is Thalia Sinclair and I'm a loser.
At least, that's how I feel these days. It seems as though nothing can make me happy anymore. Not the beautiful spring flowers in the park across the street from my apartment, not the smell of the salty sea air carried in on the breeze from the nearby ocean, not even my job can cheer me like they used to. The only things keeping me going are the letters I receive, every week, from my brother and the knowledge he still loves me.
I haven't seen my brother for about 11 years, not since I left when I was 7. I moved away from my home, my family, to Canada so I could follow my dream. I dreamt of dancing where everyone would see me, and I would make my father proud.
I suppose you think that age 7 is a little young to move to a foreign country and choose a career, many think that in fact, but the truth is some people are ready for life at a young age. Ready for the freedom, opportunity and the hardships.
Ok maybe I could have lived without the hardships but, I guess, it all worked out for the best. I mean it made me who I am today so I guess I shouldn't complain.
Anyway, I came to Canada when I was 7 and boarded with a nice old couple who home schooled me while I attended classes at the Canadian Dance Academy (CDA) for 5 years. Then I joined up with a dance group that traveled throughout the Earth and Colonies and stayed with them for 3 years. There was a nice woman named Lila in the group who helped me continue my education to the point where I was recognized as a high school graduate. On my third year with the group I was offered a place in the biggest company ever, the Canadian Dance Company (CDC). By that time I was 15 and not even in my prime so I guess Lila thought it was a great opportunity for me and convinced me to accept they're offer.
I've been with CDC for about 3 years now and have successfully made myself a name in ballet and latin dancing. And through it all, I've not once seen my family since I left. All I know of them I've gotten from their letters.
When my father died I wanted so much to just give up and go home but my brother wouldn't hear of it. He was determined for me to succeed. I thank him immensely for his support, and for his love.
Someday I'll see my brother again, maybe when the wars end and there is definite peace throughout the land, when its safe to go to him without my life being in danger. Hopefully it'll be someday soon, but until then, I'll just pretend we've never met.