Hello my fellow fanfiction readers/writers! I thought up this story in the shower and couldnt not write it. Wait... What? Nevermind. Anyway, I might continue it, I might not. If you like it, let me know, cuz feedback is really going to be the deciding factor here! So enjoy.
Only a few people ever noticed the girl. She was almost like a shadow. She looked simple enough, her hair a redish brown, her eyes green like a cats. All things you would think were stand out on a girl. But not on Azelma. She seemed to wear a mask. All of her beauty, all of her spunk, hidden by a layer of sadness. The few people that noticed her, however, were very speacial people. They were the larks. One of them was her very own sister. The other was her brother. One was a girl. One was a boy. One was an old man, and one was a mere child. But the all knew that Azelma was something special.
Her sister was very special, just like her. She was hardly as beautiful, but just as important.
Her brother was younger. He noticed Azelma, even when she thought he didnt. It wasnt beacause he cared, it was simply beacause he noticed everything.
The girl was simply her best friend. People called her Amelia and she had a ceartian spunk that money couldnt buy.
They boy she had know forever. He was a street urchin, and followed her wherever she went. He was called Jack.
The man knew her because she had saved his orphaned grandaughter. Azelma never knew the mans name, so she just titled him Man.
Man's grandughter, Lucy, was the final person who had ever noticed Azelma. She had taken to her imeadiatly when Azelma had first granted her a shawl, and then the rest of her childhood wardrobe.
Six people had ever noticed Azelma. Six. And the six of them, through a twist if fate, were about to become the best of friends. And maybe even a family.
So thats just kind of a prolauge. Depending on your feedback, chapter two should be up soon! Or maybe not...