Fate and A Watery Grave
Chapter One
Life is a magnificent, glorious gift that you must cherish with all your heart. The sun rises in the East every morning. Colors splash the sky, resembling a painting with its wondrous joy. Pinks, purples, yellows, and oranges fill the sky. Not many people care to notice this blessing. I know I never did as a child. That was until I witnessed something that changed my life forever. As I child, I was spoiled rotten. Never did I face a challenge. Life was perfect, it was all planned out for me. I was rich, rich and beautiful. I had friends galore, all the expensive clothes and toys. My parents worshipped me. Anything I wanted, I received with a snap of my finger. I was their pride and joy, their trophy they bragged about at their posh parties with governors and other important, rich snobs. "Rose is such a dear child," my mother would gloat, "yes, there will be suitors lined up for miles the day I announce she is to be wed." I once heard her say this to my aunt Jillian a mid September evening over a glass of wine. I shuddered with fright. Any suitor that would line up for miles to marry someone they didn't even know was NOT any man I wanted. The only reason they would probably want to be my husband would be because they heard that I was wealthy and beautiful. I stormed up to my room indignantly and flopped down on my lace-covered bed. Brat behavior, I was acting like a complete brat. Then again, that was how I had been raised to act. I trudged up to my vanity table and sat down. I needed to touch up my makeup- my mother would be proud, that was the sort of thing she taught me to do when I was upset. I groaned, disgusted at myself. Heaven forbid I was turning into my mother! I shot my head up and gazed at myself in my full- length mirror. If there was one thing my mum was correct about was that I was beautiful. This was not something I would brag about. My hair was down to my bosom and a lush, auburn, orange color. My cheek bones were high on my face and painted with just enough rosy blush to accentuate their beauty. The lips on my face were big and naturally pink. A jade green shade was the color of my eyes. I sickened myself with all the thoughts of myself. "How gross I am!" I mumbled those words- the last words of the night.
Chapter One
Life is a magnificent, glorious gift that you must cherish with all your heart. The sun rises in the East every morning. Colors splash the sky, resembling a painting with its wondrous joy. Pinks, purples, yellows, and oranges fill the sky. Not many people care to notice this blessing. I know I never did as a child. That was until I witnessed something that changed my life forever. As I child, I was spoiled rotten. Never did I face a challenge. Life was perfect, it was all planned out for me. I was rich, rich and beautiful. I had friends galore, all the expensive clothes and toys. My parents worshipped me. Anything I wanted, I received with a snap of my finger. I was their pride and joy, their trophy they bragged about at their posh parties with governors and other important, rich snobs. "Rose is such a dear child," my mother would gloat, "yes, there will be suitors lined up for miles the day I announce she is to be wed." I once heard her say this to my aunt Jillian a mid September evening over a glass of wine. I shuddered with fright. Any suitor that would line up for miles to marry someone they didn't even know was NOT any man I wanted. The only reason they would probably want to be my husband would be because they heard that I was wealthy and beautiful. I stormed up to my room indignantly and flopped down on my lace-covered bed. Brat behavior, I was acting like a complete brat. Then again, that was how I had been raised to act. I trudged up to my vanity table and sat down. I needed to touch up my makeup- my mother would be proud, that was the sort of thing she taught me to do when I was upset. I groaned, disgusted at myself. Heaven forbid I was turning into my mother! I shot my head up and gazed at myself in my full- length mirror. If there was one thing my mum was correct about was that I was beautiful. This was not something I would brag about. My hair was down to my bosom and a lush, auburn, orange color. My cheek bones were high on my face and painted with just enough rosy blush to accentuate their beauty. The lips on my face were big and naturally pink. A jade green shade was the color of my eyes. I sickened myself with all the thoughts of myself. "How gross I am!" I mumbled those words- the last words of the night.
