The Project
Fourteen years passed and peace has remained until this dream.
"Who are you?" "As ancient prophecy said; you are the chosen one. Bring back the peace in this world with the help of your hidden powers or else night will be swallowing up days and till then nothing could reverse it."
In a little room, giving entrance, from the window, to the sea, excited a family. The chosen one, the daughter of Yu Mei, roused up.
"Why these dreams over and over? What does it mean?" she questioned. "Dear, come get your breakfast!" shouted her father, Aiden. "Coming!"
This girl is namedYing Hua. A lady, with wavy truffle hair and light- brown eyes. Yet, she resembles her mother, as gracious, as enchanting. She was born to dazzle.
"Father?" "Yes, darling?" "Who is my mother?" asked Ying Hua. "I mean, I know I look a lot like her but what's her name." "Now, dear, we have already gone through this already. When the day will come you shall know and find out by yourself." "What kind of child am I? I don't know who is my father or my mother!" mumbled the child. "Of to school you go and I heard that!" Aiden said, pushing her out. "But." "No buts with me, young lady. You are going to be late." "See you then." She shouted running to school.
Where she lived was a land ravaged by the sea's anger, and secret coves invaded by uproar of ring-billed gulls and the howls of the sea mammals. In a fantastic and fabulous set hunted by ghost but protected by fairies. She wore a long sleeve pale brownish pull along with a long brown skirt letting her hair floating on her waist.
"Good morning, every one!" she shouted cheerfully. "Hello!" greeted the students. "Ying Hua!" "Hello, Xiao Lang!" she said smiling.
Ying Hua had grown into a tall, slim young woman. She is handsome, with a face you could not stop watching; she was attractive too, and in the way she moved and carried herself. Several young men had felt the attraction, and gravitated towards her. She was civil to them, but no more. She was competent, decisive, and self-reliant; perhaps she intimated them, for before long they drifted their attentions elsewhere. She would not be entangled with any of them, except one, Xiao Lang therefore she told no-one and intends to keep it to herself.
"Now students, class is starting." The teacher shouted. "Yes, Madam!" "Since it is fall, I've decided to make a project. You shall make a full research on a person, which you shall pick by chance, and make a presentation on him or her." She announced as the class filled itself with murmurs. "Quiet! We shall start now, from Ying Hua. By the way, you must keep mum about your person."
Everyone took a paper out of the basket.
"Now, you unfolded it at home. Don't forget to keep it a secret. I think I'll dismiss you all for the rest of the day to work on the project. The oral will start in about a month." "Thank you!" shouted the whole class, exiting the room.
Fourteen years passed and peace has remained until this dream.
"Who are you?" "As ancient prophecy said; you are the chosen one. Bring back the peace in this world with the help of your hidden powers or else night will be swallowing up days and till then nothing could reverse it."
In a little room, giving entrance, from the window, to the sea, excited a family. The chosen one, the daughter of Yu Mei, roused up.
"Why these dreams over and over? What does it mean?" she questioned. "Dear, come get your breakfast!" shouted her father, Aiden. "Coming!"
This girl is namedYing Hua. A lady, with wavy truffle hair and light- brown eyes. Yet, she resembles her mother, as gracious, as enchanting. She was born to dazzle.
"Father?" "Yes, darling?" "Who is my mother?" asked Ying Hua. "I mean, I know I look a lot like her but what's her name." "Now, dear, we have already gone through this already. When the day will come you shall know and find out by yourself." "What kind of child am I? I don't know who is my father or my mother!" mumbled the child. "Of to school you go and I heard that!" Aiden said, pushing her out. "But." "No buts with me, young lady. You are going to be late." "See you then." She shouted running to school.
Where she lived was a land ravaged by the sea's anger, and secret coves invaded by uproar of ring-billed gulls and the howls of the sea mammals. In a fantastic and fabulous set hunted by ghost but protected by fairies. She wore a long sleeve pale brownish pull along with a long brown skirt letting her hair floating on her waist.
"Good morning, every one!" she shouted cheerfully. "Hello!" greeted the students. "Ying Hua!" "Hello, Xiao Lang!" she said smiling.
Ying Hua had grown into a tall, slim young woman. She is handsome, with a face you could not stop watching; she was attractive too, and in the way she moved and carried herself. Several young men had felt the attraction, and gravitated towards her. She was civil to them, but no more. She was competent, decisive, and self-reliant; perhaps she intimated them, for before long they drifted their attentions elsewhere. She would not be entangled with any of them, except one, Xiao Lang therefore she told no-one and intends to keep it to herself.
"Now students, class is starting." The teacher shouted. "Yes, Madam!" "Since it is fall, I've decided to make a project. You shall make a full research on a person, which you shall pick by chance, and make a presentation on him or her." She announced as the class filled itself with murmurs. "Quiet! We shall start now, from Ying Hua. By the way, you must keep mum about your person."
Everyone took a paper out of the basket.
"Now, you unfolded it at home. Don't forget to keep it a secret. I think I'll dismiss you all for the rest of the day to work on the project. The oral will start in about a month." "Thank you!" shouted the whole class, exiting the room.