my lay down in her ebd looking at her alarm clock.. she was shocked to see it was already 8pm..
"oohw sht!"she said getting up and walking.. running to the shower.. she took a shower very quickly and then put on her clothes.. she ate breakfast and then brushed her teeth and combed her hair..
she was the typical natural-spirited-funny-girl.. her mother foten said that make-up would make her more of a lady.. but amy was awfully pretty without make-up and all those things..
she had long, curly, dark-brown hair with beautiful dark-brown eyes and long eye lashes... she wasn't really tall but she wasn't short eighter..she was at average height and weight and had a sun-browned-tan-color and full rosey lips..she had a kind face and a heartwarming smile..
but she wasn't only pretty from the outside no she was pretty in an whole different way.. a way others that weren't a little childish couldn't see..
she was very kind and warmhearted to everyone.. she would always smile.. even when her heart was broken she left her words unsproken.. she didn't want to trouble anyone with her worries.. she knew that other had their things already and didn't really want some sad story from an kid.
she was brave and spirited and always said what she thought and wanted. she would always do what she had in mind so in that way you could say she was a little stubborn.. but hey.. no one is perfect right?
she was also very talented, she could draw and play the piano very well.
one of her best talents was singin'.. if she sung you couldn'help but cry..for even the grownups where so touched by this childs' voice that tears where leaving traces on their cheeks once in a while..
but that wasn't even her best talent.. oohw no..
storytelling.
her special thing...
she would often sit in kensington gardens and tell anyone at anytime about the adventures of brave hero's and heroines..
she had a whole wolrd in her pretty head..a whole world that was self created...
with flowers that where always in bloom, mermaids with rainbow colored hair, animals that could talk, angels to make you btter when you where sick, fairies that would give you the sweetest dreams, trees with candy and icecreams in it and pirates..
the only thing bad in her wolrd.. pirates.. although not entirely bad cause you need some adventure once in a while..don't you?
she was snapped out of her thought's by her mother's sweet voice..
"honey.. you're going to be late for dance class.."her mother said.
"i know mom.. bye.."amy said grabbing her stuff..
"have fun sweety!"her mother called after her but she was already gone..
she took the first bus to the dance studio and then quickly ran inside the girl's dressing room to get dressed.
"late again amy?"some girl said.. amy hate that girl..
"yes heather... and you're right on time.. as usual.."
"well i know what a clock sais..."heather said..amy just looked at her at the point of laughing at her..
"what?"
"a clock doesn't say anything heather.."
"girl.. please join us in class... especially you heather.. you need to practise.."the dance instructer said. amy smiled at the last part of that sentence..
----------1 hour later-
the class was over and amy was heading back home.. right then she missed the bus.. that was her first mistake..
then as she was walking to the next bustop the bus pat her and she was covered in mud.. which in turn was caused by the bus. mistake number 2.
and her third and most stupid mistake was getting lost in her own neighboorhood..
everythimg was dark when she finally got home it was 10 pm..
"were have you been!"her mother asked angry..
"i didn't take the bus.."
"and why not young lady?"
" cause i missed it.."
"walking from there till here only takes 2 hours.."
"i was lost.."
"why are you covered in mud?"
"i'm going to get a shower.. good night.."
"you're not going anywhere! it's time for you to stop with the daydreamin'and start growing up! now! and if you don't then i guess i have to give you another room.. and you wont stay in the nursery anylonger.. "
"what about andrew?"
"your brother can have your room then amy.."
"i cant stop with the daydreaming..."
"why not?"
" 'cause it is the only nice thing i have left.."
"go to your room now!"
"i thought i had to stay!"
"i was never more angry at you then now.. no i'm not angry i'm furious.. you are the worst child a mother could get! get out of my seight! get out so i wont have to see your face anymore!"her mother yelled at her..
amy ran upstairs crying her heart out.. she sang a little song to comfort herself..
"now and then i just think of things,
like what if life is just a ordinary dream,
and dreams are nothing but illusions,
that means that nothing in this dream is reall,
not even the dream that's called life it's self..." she sang to herself oohw so quietly.. but it didn't even sooth her..
instead she cfeid herself to sleep.. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------0000