My name is Amanda and I have another account (onyxmaxima17) which I forgot the password to but I wrote my first fanfiction, 'the life of a 17 year old spy' you can check it out even though at that time my writing was ridiculously horrible so I think you'll be better off not reading the story. However if you were a fan of that story and it's plot. Then come talk to me and I might reconsider re-writing it. But without further ado this is first chapter of 'Dancing With a Passion'.
Disclaimer: This will be the only disclaimer for the whole story. I do not own Maximum Ride nor do I own the characters. I however own my Plot, Theme, And self-made characters. Thank you.
Max's dream state:
I'm in a field wearing a beautiful white, long, flowing gown , No shoes no make-up no extra accessories just me flowers, the wind, and a tire swing tied to a tall willow tree. There I find myself standing and twirling. Eyes closed. Swaying like the wind is dragging me. And I love it all the same. There's absolutely nothing that's more freeing than this. I feel arms wrap around me, I smile in return then turn around and open my eyes. I see the black unwelcoming mist. Hands grasping for me but I can't seem to run. I stare and look till-
Max out of dream state:
I awoke with a sweating startle. That dream what is it? I've been having it for weeks. Just to know what it means is enough, But still I've come up empty in the thought process of trying to figure out my brain and it's tricks. I always wake up at the same part right before I know what the dark mist is to justify. I'm just so confused.
Eventually I decide to just get up out of bed since I can't seem to go back to sleep. It's so early it pains me to get out of my body heated covers with a huge T-shirt and undergarments on, I regret this clothing choice even more when the 60 degree air from the AC attacks me at full force not even giving me time to get adjusted. Instead it gives me rows of goose bumps aligning my naked skin. As quickly as I can I grab my ipod and 's portable speaker along with my brown fluffy towel. I think it's obvious what moi is about to do so if you excuse me…
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After my refreshing shower and singing my rendition of pocket full of sunshine while getting dressed I soon headed to starbucks in my blue/white 1996 dodge viper GTS, Where I ordered a piece of banana nut bread and pumpkin bread, along with a chocolate smoothie and orange mango smoothie. Hey I figured why not get my best friend her favorite breakfast. I mean I am on the way to 'work' which shouldn't even be counted as work considering I almost live in my mom's A.O.T.W.C (Art's On The Way Center) since I it was founded and opened by my lovely mother . I was almost raised in that place everyday after school since kindergarten I would go there and watch the dancer's, artist's, music makers, Etc. do what they did best. Make art. I was particularly entranced by the dancers and the way they could move so gracefully, with force, and all out passion showing each emotion without words. From the hip hop dancers to ballet and everything in between I studied. From room to room I was like a spy watching every move and completing it in a series of challenging steps.
And I love every bit of it.
