Saint Jane
Chapter 1
So, I'm back. :/ Past my RETARDED absence, I have been writing A LOT and I hope my viewers are somewhat happy about that. I had my first day of 7th grade, met all my InSaNe (!) friends and had fun. Beside the point, I got a boyfriend, got dumped and then wrote some stories and go a bunch of ideas. I'm not a fun person when mad, but I clean quickly, and better yet write a very boring, yet surprisingly detailed story. So, here's my idea! Tell me if it sucks, go for bluntness, please. ;)
Adele Margarita Dylan Hamilton sighed in the backseat of the black carriage and fiddled with the stupid bows on her prissy dress. "Dylan! Stop playing with your dress! You'll ruin the frills." Her younger sister Haeley Phylliss Ruth Hamilton drilled. Adele rolled her eyes and sighed disgusted by the pink layers of chiffon. Rebekah William Helen Hamilton snorted at Lissa's comment and wiggled her fingers in the cream satin gloves in discomfort. Her dark honey hair was held in gentle curls in a ponytail as she wiggled her tanned, pert, perfectly straight nose. The dark blues in her sundress made her look as dark as her father, Leonard Hamilton. Hannah sat straight her bright purple and soft green sundress swayed with the rhythmic rolling of the black carriage. Her blonde hair was in a high-ballerina bun and had a pink bow in front. Her sharp blue eyes looked like sapphires under her wire-rim glasses, perched on her pert, pale nose. Dylan sat dejected and annoyed as her hair was in too-tight curls and was parted the wrong way. But she looked beautiful. Her eyes were stormy grey, green and blue. Her complexion was soft, but lightly tanned. Her nose was straight and wide. Her usual goofy grin was replaced with a grim expression, making the move twice as hard for everyone.
Generally, whenever someone moved to Saint Jane, they were generally acknowledged, but never did they get a party, unless important. Lorinda Jean Hamilton was the woman of importance. She was going to be head of business coming in and out of Saint Jane. So, with the fancy parties came fancy clothes. And they had a running tally who whined the most. Bekky and their quiet father, Leonard were tied at 23 because "this collar is too damn itchy!" or "the pins in my hair hurt!" Leonard was running a farm in the country side of Saint Jane and it came with workers and lots of equipment. Adele, Haeley and Rebekah where going to the only school in the town and when the black carriage stopped, the boys their age looked up from their cups of apple juice and pulled on their big boy pants and tried to look cool. And when they saw the family, their jaws dropped. Leonard Fredrick Hamilton was tall and thin, relying on his long torso for maximum height. His thin dark hair was hidden by a hat and he wore a nice shirt and dark pants and worn brown leather work boots. His facial features were sharp and long. His eyes were brown and orange and blended well with his dark brows and complexion. His lashes were long for a man and he hated them. Beside him was his 2 inch shorter wife in a light pink dress and black shoes. She had big nerdy glasses perched on her straight nose, her eyes standing out like wild blue jays. She was soft looking with wide hips, pillowed stomach and long legs. She had perfect posture and a bright smile.
Their oldest, Adele had a comfortable posture, longs limbs and wide hips and soft features. She looked elfish with her little ears, visible because her chocolaty hair was pulled up. Her nose was straight and wide and covered with freckles. She had a forced smile, and fiery eyes. Her different-shades-of-pink dress was chiffon layered and ended under her knees. She had on Black Chuck Taylors and scratch covered shins. Haeley was smiling a little sadly, but otherwise looked beautiful. She had gentle features, soft and curious and round. Her hair was in a ballerina bun and her dress as like water around her skinny body. She had small kitten-heeled black shoes and looked overall beautiful. Rebekah was looking around with frosty green eyes. She had lashes that fell on her cheeks and a clear complexion. She was dark and had a dark blue sundress and was twiddling her finger-clad gloves in front in nervous habit. Of course, so was her mother.
Dylan got punch for herself and sipped away at her table. Her inner social butterfly was crying at her to talk to someone, but she was determined to be mad. That basically deteriorated when a cute boy sat beside her and said "Hey, Collin Atera. Are you Jean Hamilton's daughter, Adele?" he had a bright red face, strange to his native complexion. "Call me Dylan." She smiled and he grinned. His friends sat in a corner laughing and pointing. He turned even redder when one that looked like his brother screamed "Lover Boy!" she grinned like a Cheshire cat and grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor. His hand was feverishly warm and she pulled him closer and they danced and talked and his eye twitched every time she stepped on his foot. She giggled and replied a "Sorry!" and they quickly burst into giggles. And when they went outside for some air, it rained. The sun was starting to sink so they sky was pink, red, orange and the rain clouds painted it silver, but the sky was deep blue. And when the thunder came, she jumped and hugged close. He didn't mind though, because her hair smelled like June Roses. And then she jumped into the rain and danced and twirled and ran back as simultaneously as she jumped. But when she giggled and bounded into the Mayors Hall, his memory replayed that moment of beauty and innocence until she punched him in the pectoral.
What did you all think? And guess what? I copied off my old story Dollhouse and used some twilight characters. And I will steal characters from various movies and franchises. But this story surrounds itself around Disney Princesses and a couple I think should be Disney princesses. Expect some from PJO and HoO too. That's all I can think on the spot, but…. Whatever suggestions you guys have, type away! I'm pretty obedient that way ;)