I'm sorry! I know I haven't updated in a while, but things have been going on. I have slight chances to read some stories, but schools on (Year 10 is bloody hectic!) and I've been piles and piles of homework and assignments. I honestly want to be a Author, a novelist, so I've been looking into journalism and literature, (I know, that has nothing to do with this notification), and I have full support by my teachers and all your reviews make my future look a hell of a lot brighter! So, here's the next chap and I hope you enjoy it!
When we took a limousine, I chose ignore it. When the driver took off without even a word from either of us, I chose to ignore it. When the trip became unbearable and over an hour, I pushed my feelings back and chose to ignore it. When we came across, and passed, huge building streets, I chose to throw away my suspicions. But when Erik ignored me the while ride,
I snapped.
I waited until the four wheeled sausage car stooped and faced Erik with a glare. He looked out the window, as if I wasn't there.
"Why won't you look at me?" I questioned. He didn't answer. simply waited impatiently for the driver to open the door. He stepped out of the car casually, and I covered my ears when the sound exploded.
Numerous amounts of squeals, cheering, and more squeals interrupted my dilemma. I stuck my head out of the car and watched the scene before me. Girls, autograph seekers, news reporters, envious men, the lot, were all around me.
My mouth agape, I step out of the car, narrowly missing my head being chopped off by the closing door.
I looked curiously at Erik as the girls threw themselves at him, ordering autographs, dates, kisses, anything, all the while the guards acting as barricades, kept them away.
Erik simply nodded, smiled, and waved. I watched him carefully. He looked smaller, younger even. his usual black hair was more vibrant, and cropped smaller. his eyes darker han usual, if that was possible. Instead of towering over me, he seemed to be just my height. A anouncer called over a microphone, introducing each guest.
"Erik?" I spoke. I almost screamed when another car showed and a set of people stepped out. I recognised them immediately. Coming out of the car was no other than... Uncle Nate and Aunty Bell. As I looked over Uncle Nate, I remembered how my father looked, so much like him. And Aunty Bell, she looked so much like mum. It was strange, how my parents fell in love, and both dads brother and mum's sister got together.
Something else caught my attention completely though. Standing between both the siblings, stood a young girl, eleven or twelve years old, maybe. She looked depressed, frightened even. Her long black/ brownish hair flowed around her waist in angel curls. Her dark green, partly blue, eyes stared at nothing, acknowledging nothing. A tight dark blue dress hung below her kness, and a half-inch pair of high heals moved with her feet.
I was staring directly at myself.
"...And we offically announce the daughter of Sir Nate and Ms Bell, tonights performers!"