This is different. I thought it up one day in my SATS. And continued it in
my end of year German exam. Thought I'd type it up and see wot peeps think.
Hope you like it. I don't mind flamers as long as you tell me exactly wot
I'm doing wrong and how to improve. Thanks for reading!!!
*Jess*
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Prologue
I'm confused. I think I heard them right, but I'm not sure. Then again I'm never sure. I just bite my lip and listen. You see, I'm not supposed to be here, outside their door, listening to their conversations about me, about what to do with me. They have run out of ideas. You see, I'm too clever for them; I can get out of all their feeble attempts to catch me out. I never will get caught. Never. I refuse to. I don't have to do anything that I don't want to do.
You see they're not my parents. Well biologically maybe, but not in the real Mum and Dad sort of parents.
Sorry, you must think I'm insane, explaining without explaining anything. I'm rambling. I'll explain properly this time.
My name is Sorka. Sorka, well actually Sorcha but since I like my name but not my parents, and they gave me it, I changed the spelling to suit me. My full name is Sorka Skye Jesse DarkWaters. Weird surname I know, but it was double-barrelled so I changed it too. I'm 15.
And I'm a weird person. I'm a sort of Goth slash grunger. I love reading, especially the Sweep or Wicca (UK) books. I love all sports except netball and cricket, which have no point. The sports I do regularly are; skateboarding; snowboarding; surfing; and riding.
Well, back to what I heard from 'them'. I don't have a good relationship with my parents. I do what I like. I'm in trouble a lot. But for some reason I love school. I do well there. Mostly in English. And art and tech. Anyway, every night I listen outside their door. Last night though I heard we were moving. That scared me. I live near the coast in England. I know our town inside out. Moving means I have to make new friends, learn the layout of the place, and find out how strict the school and police are. I could scream.
I froze though when I heard where we were going. I can hardly write it down in this journal. Okay, here goes, we are moving to.Widows Vale. The village in Cate Tiernan's books. In America. I can't wait. Oh my god; oh my god; oh my god.. .
I can't wait to see the actual village. I want to go to Practical Magick, or at least where it would be. I wonder whether I'll be going to the school on the books? Oh well. I'll write down what happens soon, if I have the time. Emphasise on the 'if'.
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Hope you liked it. Chapter 1 up soon!!!!!!!
*Jess*
*Jess*
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Prologue
I'm confused. I think I heard them right, but I'm not sure. Then again I'm never sure. I just bite my lip and listen. You see, I'm not supposed to be here, outside their door, listening to their conversations about me, about what to do with me. They have run out of ideas. You see, I'm too clever for them; I can get out of all their feeble attempts to catch me out. I never will get caught. Never. I refuse to. I don't have to do anything that I don't want to do.
You see they're not my parents. Well biologically maybe, but not in the real Mum and Dad sort of parents.
Sorry, you must think I'm insane, explaining without explaining anything. I'm rambling. I'll explain properly this time.
My name is Sorka. Sorka, well actually Sorcha but since I like my name but not my parents, and they gave me it, I changed the spelling to suit me. My full name is Sorka Skye Jesse DarkWaters. Weird surname I know, but it was double-barrelled so I changed it too. I'm 15.
And I'm a weird person. I'm a sort of Goth slash grunger. I love reading, especially the Sweep or Wicca (UK) books. I love all sports except netball and cricket, which have no point. The sports I do regularly are; skateboarding; snowboarding; surfing; and riding.
Well, back to what I heard from 'them'. I don't have a good relationship with my parents. I do what I like. I'm in trouble a lot. But for some reason I love school. I do well there. Mostly in English. And art and tech. Anyway, every night I listen outside their door. Last night though I heard we were moving. That scared me. I live near the coast in England. I know our town inside out. Moving means I have to make new friends, learn the layout of the place, and find out how strict the school and police are. I could scream.
I froze though when I heard where we were going. I can hardly write it down in this journal. Okay, here goes, we are moving to.Widows Vale. The village in Cate Tiernan's books. In America. I can't wait. Oh my god; oh my god; oh my god.. .
I can't wait to see the actual village. I want to go to Practical Magick, or at least where it would be. I wonder whether I'll be going to the school on the books? Oh well. I'll write down what happens soon, if I have the time. Emphasise on the 'if'.
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Hope you liked it. Chapter 1 up soon!!!!!!!
*Jess*
