)) Alright LiLbLoNdAyBaRbY, this is what came to mind-
No. She is not your Angel. You will see that in this chapter, and here are
some differences right off the bat-
My Angel is dead
My Angel's hair is always down, if I read correctly, you Angel keeps her
hair in a bun or ponytail
My Angel does not wear a white tube top and white mini skirt, thank you
very much. She wears the custom attire for the school she and Evergreen
attend =)
So she is not, in any way, LiLbLoNdAyBaRbY's Angel.
Onto the story! ((
Only 11 months to go...
Tropica's words danced in Evergreen's head as she walked down the hall of the second story of Hope, the cottage she and her friends stayed in. She kicked off her shoes at the door of her room and the landed at odd angles with twin thuds. Her door creaked slightly as is swung open and Evergreen walked inside. She flopped on the bed, and a soft whoosh emerged as the air rushed out from under the comforter.
Tropica sat on the floor of her room, water rushing about her and the smell of ocean water drifting into her nostrils. She looked around, trying to find something to do. Her koi were fed, her hammock was repaired (She had broken it the other day,) and she had written two pages in her dairy already. She didn't like the nothingness, being bored all the time. She stood and wandered outside to the stables to see what Mustang was up two. When she left her room, she saw Evergreen's shoes by her door and thought maybe she should talk to her. She stood for a moment, thinking the damage Angel might do to her. Maybe... Well, maybe the little runt deserved it. She had warned her after all.
Angel looked around the main room of Patience, annoyed that none of her underling minions were there to do the dishes for her. She sighed as she walked to the sink, then giggled at the thought of how they liked her so. Some of them even thought themselves her best friend. She gingerly picked up a dish and scrubbed in with a rag.
Mustang looked up at Tropica. 'She never comes here! What in the world could she want?' Tropica drew in breath and asked timidly, "I was hoping you could teach me to ride a horse," She blushed. A smile drew across the honey-toned face of Mustang. "Of course," She replied kindly, her brown eyes gleaming. She pulled out a pinto horse named Skyflyer for Tropica and took her own chestnut pony for herself. Tropica and Mustang both laughed at her problems with mounting and trotting. Mustang had never really felt so close to any of the other residents of Hope before.
Star sat on her bed, blonde hair spilling into her face as she wrote in her dairy. She heard Evergreen arrive as she finished. She kicked off her shoes and fell asleep for a nap.
Pandora lay on her bed, her head buzzing. She grabbed her pillow as the bed seemed to slip from under her, pain buried deep in her chest. She allowed herself to roll over and look at the golden closet door. She felt so compelled to get up and open the door. She felt the cool metal beneath her fingers. 'No!' a sharp mind voice yelled in her head. She snapped back to reality. She was still on her bed. She stood, and, against her will, walked to the door, which flung itself open again. She shook her head as tears flowed down her cheeks. She knew what she must do.
Star was awakened to a shrill scream and loud thud from beneath. Her stomach dropped out of her as she ran to Pandora's room. She flung open the door and gasped. Not at the half-dead Pandora on the floor, at the force that kept her from the closet. She gingerly stepped toward Pandora to help her. She fell to her knees halfway there, and crawled. She reached Pandora, but her body felt as if it would be flung to the other side of the room.
Evergreen heard the scream, but not the thud, or the one that fallowed it. She was paralyzed with fear. Almost nothing could make these girls scream. Slowly she walked toward the door of her room, fear pound throughout her body. Every time she stepped, the hollow pounding sound seemed to ring out through Hope. She reached Pandora's door, and fingers trembling, opened the door. The last thing she felt was a sharp pain in her chest.
Shivers ran down Tropica's back as she trotted around the small arena in back of the house. She looked up at the cottage. Something was definitely wrong. She signaled to Mustang, who rode closer to her. "There is something wrong. I feel it," Mustang's eyes grew to a large size. "You too?" that was all it took. They dismounted their ponies and ran to the house.
Mustang could feel her heart pounding as she ran. The fear was dizzying. As they entered the house, she could feel some kind of force that wanted to keep her away. As they entered the bedroom wing, they found Evergreen slumped against the wall. Mustang picked her up and moved away from the room, leaving Evergreen on the couch in the main room, then returned to Tropica. The two girls could see Star halfway into the room and Pandora by the closet at the end. Taking a deep breath, Mustang ran into the room, barley reaching Star. She picked her up and moved outward, easily. Much easier then getting in. She looked at Tropica. What to do with Pandora? It would be impossible to get her out, with the unknown force at work. She went to tend Star and Evergreen.
Tropica looked at Mustang walking down the hall. 'She must want me to get Pandora,' Tropica thought cagily. She tentatively stepped into the room, then darted for Pandora. She picked her up, and the force changed. Straining against the pull, she marched toward the door. Pandora felt as if she would cut Tropica in half if she did not turn around. Once out of the room, after what seemed like forever, she slammed the door shut and dropped with the burden gone. She sighed, this strange strain over.
Angel sighed as she jammed the rag into Ladee's hand. "Where were you?" She demanded. "I'm sorry, Angie, I was out with-"Angel threw up her hands. "You spend to much time with him," Ladee's eyes teared. "I'm sorry, I'll come home early tomorrow," She drooped her head. "Finish the dishes, I'm talking a shower. A long shower," She walked up the spiral staircase of Patience.
Pandora looked into the glares of her friends and looked at her feet. "What was that?" Tropica demanded. Pandora played with her hands in her lap. "Please tell us, it is not healthy to keep secrets," Star looked at Pandora's head. "Alright," Pandora gave in, "When I first came here, Asaka gave me a small pouch, filled with little specks of gold. She told me to keep them safe from harm, no matter what. But it's like the specks are alive. Not only that, but evil. They call to me. I locked them in my jewelry chest. They whispered to me. I threw them into the pond. The next morning, they were on my windowsill. I put the pouch in a box, and that in a larger box, a buried it in my closet, but now I'm drawn to the door, to the box. I threw the key to the bottom of the pond, but I always feel compelled to jump in and not come out in till I find it."
Evergreen had slipped out right after Pandora finished her story. The other girls were no doubt pounding on her for not telling them before. She walked down the lane with the cottages named by virtues. Hope was at the end. She walked down, noting every cottage. Hope, Freedom, Discipline, Patience, Temper, Faith, Love, Clarity and Karma. When she reached the end of the lane, she looked around the clearing. She knew the paths to the schoolhouse and the forest were Asaka resided. She turned down a different cottage lane.
Angel watched Evergreen from a tree, her hair still dripping from her shower. She smirked as she turned down a cottage lane. She could confront her at the end of the lane. She needed anther slave. Maybe she could get Evergreen to switch from Hope to Patience. She jumped from the tree and walked toward Evergreen.
)) Alright, CLIFFHANGER sort of.... Well, it's almost three full pages on word so yip!
So she is not, in any way, LiLbLoNdAyBaRbY's Angel.
Onto the story! ((
Only 11 months to go...
Tropica's words danced in Evergreen's head as she walked down the hall of the second story of Hope, the cottage she and her friends stayed in. She kicked off her shoes at the door of her room and the landed at odd angles with twin thuds. Her door creaked slightly as is swung open and Evergreen walked inside. She flopped on the bed, and a soft whoosh emerged as the air rushed out from under the comforter.
Tropica sat on the floor of her room, water rushing about her and the smell of ocean water drifting into her nostrils. She looked around, trying to find something to do. Her koi were fed, her hammock was repaired (She had broken it the other day,) and she had written two pages in her dairy already. She didn't like the nothingness, being bored all the time. She stood and wandered outside to the stables to see what Mustang was up two. When she left her room, she saw Evergreen's shoes by her door and thought maybe she should talk to her. She stood for a moment, thinking the damage Angel might do to her. Maybe... Well, maybe the little runt deserved it. She had warned her after all.
Angel looked around the main room of Patience, annoyed that none of her underling minions were there to do the dishes for her. She sighed as she walked to the sink, then giggled at the thought of how they liked her so. Some of them even thought themselves her best friend. She gingerly picked up a dish and scrubbed in with a rag.
Mustang looked up at Tropica. 'She never comes here! What in the world could she want?' Tropica drew in breath and asked timidly, "I was hoping you could teach me to ride a horse," She blushed. A smile drew across the honey-toned face of Mustang. "Of course," She replied kindly, her brown eyes gleaming. She pulled out a pinto horse named Skyflyer for Tropica and took her own chestnut pony for herself. Tropica and Mustang both laughed at her problems with mounting and trotting. Mustang had never really felt so close to any of the other residents of Hope before.
Star sat on her bed, blonde hair spilling into her face as she wrote in her dairy. She heard Evergreen arrive as she finished. She kicked off her shoes and fell asleep for a nap.
Pandora lay on her bed, her head buzzing. She grabbed her pillow as the bed seemed to slip from under her, pain buried deep in her chest. She allowed herself to roll over and look at the golden closet door. She felt so compelled to get up and open the door. She felt the cool metal beneath her fingers. 'No!' a sharp mind voice yelled in her head. She snapped back to reality. She was still on her bed. She stood, and, against her will, walked to the door, which flung itself open again. She shook her head as tears flowed down her cheeks. She knew what she must do.
Star was awakened to a shrill scream and loud thud from beneath. Her stomach dropped out of her as she ran to Pandora's room. She flung open the door and gasped. Not at the half-dead Pandora on the floor, at the force that kept her from the closet. She gingerly stepped toward Pandora to help her. She fell to her knees halfway there, and crawled. She reached Pandora, but her body felt as if it would be flung to the other side of the room.
Evergreen heard the scream, but not the thud, or the one that fallowed it. She was paralyzed with fear. Almost nothing could make these girls scream. Slowly she walked toward the door of her room, fear pound throughout her body. Every time she stepped, the hollow pounding sound seemed to ring out through Hope. She reached Pandora's door, and fingers trembling, opened the door. The last thing she felt was a sharp pain in her chest.
Shivers ran down Tropica's back as she trotted around the small arena in back of the house. She looked up at the cottage. Something was definitely wrong. She signaled to Mustang, who rode closer to her. "There is something wrong. I feel it," Mustang's eyes grew to a large size. "You too?" that was all it took. They dismounted their ponies and ran to the house.
Mustang could feel her heart pounding as she ran. The fear was dizzying. As they entered the house, she could feel some kind of force that wanted to keep her away. As they entered the bedroom wing, they found Evergreen slumped against the wall. Mustang picked her up and moved away from the room, leaving Evergreen on the couch in the main room, then returned to Tropica. The two girls could see Star halfway into the room and Pandora by the closet at the end. Taking a deep breath, Mustang ran into the room, barley reaching Star. She picked her up and moved outward, easily. Much easier then getting in. She looked at Tropica. What to do with Pandora? It would be impossible to get her out, with the unknown force at work. She went to tend Star and Evergreen.
Tropica looked at Mustang walking down the hall. 'She must want me to get Pandora,' Tropica thought cagily. She tentatively stepped into the room, then darted for Pandora. She picked her up, and the force changed. Straining against the pull, she marched toward the door. Pandora felt as if she would cut Tropica in half if she did not turn around. Once out of the room, after what seemed like forever, she slammed the door shut and dropped with the burden gone. She sighed, this strange strain over.
Angel sighed as she jammed the rag into Ladee's hand. "Where were you?" She demanded. "I'm sorry, Angie, I was out with-"Angel threw up her hands. "You spend to much time with him," Ladee's eyes teared. "I'm sorry, I'll come home early tomorrow," She drooped her head. "Finish the dishes, I'm talking a shower. A long shower," She walked up the spiral staircase of Patience.
Pandora looked into the glares of her friends and looked at her feet. "What was that?" Tropica demanded. Pandora played with her hands in her lap. "Please tell us, it is not healthy to keep secrets," Star looked at Pandora's head. "Alright," Pandora gave in, "When I first came here, Asaka gave me a small pouch, filled with little specks of gold. She told me to keep them safe from harm, no matter what. But it's like the specks are alive. Not only that, but evil. They call to me. I locked them in my jewelry chest. They whispered to me. I threw them into the pond. The next morning, they were on my windowsill. I put the pouch in a box, and that in a larger box, a buried it in my closet, but now I'm drawn to the door, to the box. I threw the key to the bottom of the pond, but I always feel compelled to jump in and not come out in till I find it."
Evergreen had slipped out right after Pandora finished her story. The other girls were no doubt pounding on her for not telling them before. She walked down the lane with the cottages named by virtues. Hope was at the end. She walked down, noting every cottage. Hope, Freedom, Discipline, Patience, Temper, Faith, Love, Clarity and Karma. When she reached the end of the lane, she looked around the clearing. She knew the paths to the schoolhouse and the forest were Asaka resided. She turned down a different cottage lane.
Angel watched Evergreen from a tree, her hair still dripping from her shower. She smirked as she turned down a cottage lane. She could confront her at the end of the lane. She needed anther slave. Maybe she could get Evergreen to switch from Hope to Patience. She jumped from the tree and walked toward Evergreen.
)) Alright, CLIFFHANGER sort of.... Well, it's almost three full pages on word so yip!