Ello ALL,
I'm formally known as EyeCryPurpleTears, but as friends you can call me Ecpt

So this is my first published story. This part of the story may be the beginning or it may end up being a "teaser" kind of chapter/prologue. With this story I'm just going to try to let it write its self, so I just have a very rough outline of whats going on so yea. Because this is a "prologue" its kinda short, the other chapter should be longer.

This just wrote its self while I was in Humanities class, I was trying to write a different story with a whole different plot, but this is what happened soo whatev.

I hope you like this chapter. Enjoy


As I ride up in the elevator to the 17th floor, my thoughts are scattered.

'How can I be doing this?

What will he be like?

How should I act?'.

I watch as the light shows that I am going from the 12th floor to the 13th, it seems like it's taking an unusual amount of time to change floors. This elevator seems to be in a kind of time warp, half the time the floor changes at a reasonable rate, others it seems to being going at a slow crawl.

I close my turquoise eyes to clear my head for what seems only seconds but when I open them the number 14 is shining brightly. I start to clench my fists, they feel cold, clammy, and are shaking slightly. My heart suddenly catches my attention, and I start to hear my heart beating in my ears. I wait with bated breath for the ding that will signal that I have reached the feared 17th floor.

I turn around to try to get my mine off the inevitable, and I look at myself in the big fancy mirror on the back wall of the know the kind of mirror I'm talking about, the one's that the high class apartments in the cities have.

I take a look the other two walls of the elevator, they are a deep maroon color, they seem to be some soft material like velvet.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror I can understand why people think that I'm handsome or (that dreaded word) cute. Naturally high lighted blond hair barely brushes the bottoms of my ears. I normally don't care which way my semi-spiky hair falls, but today it didn't seem appropriate.

I feel kinda uncomfortable in the black suit and dark-blue shirt I'm wearing. While getting ready I tried my hardest to look presentable. I even cleaned and clipped my finger and toe nails.

I don't really even feel like the same person.

Startled I whip around.

Looking up at the top of the opposite wall with the door, the number 17 is illuminated.

I gulp and blink my eyes rapidly as the door slowly opens.

As this is my first story I would appreciate any kind of feel back whether it be grammar,spelling, or other errors.

Toodles,
Ecpt