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Chapter 5: My Dance with Destiny
One of those people that fill the room is Mokuba, 'I should avoid him' I though, but sadly decide to comply. If he recognized me, I would be thrown out by his brother. And that wouldn't do one bit good for my already disintegrating reputation.
I remembered a time when I could just dance with anyone I please, a time when dresses where made to fit only me. My father would shout you see, if only I had been a boy, but since I resemble my mother, and since I resembled him, he told me not to worry. But worry I did. Now I couldn't dance with just anyone, though some had asked, most knew to stay away from Pegasus's little girl. But I don't want to be know as Pegasus's little girl! I wish to be my own person, and that is what I shall be!
I walked up to a handsome man and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned around and stared looking at me as if I had four heads, instead of the normal three.
"Hello, would you care to dance with me?" I asked politely.
"NO, I wouldn't. You're Pegasus's girl right? If you are, go away," he replied, making my heart sink lower and lower, unfortunately for him that just plain angered me.
"Do you even know my name?" I asked, fuming.
"Yes, it's. . . Sandra?" he replied, adding a slight sound to the way he said 'Sandra' as if it were a question.
"NO, my name is Cecelia! I yelled in his face, watching as his surprised expression faded into a frown as he waved his had in an un-respectful manner. 'As if he were dismissing me like I was a maid,' I though, fuming even more. I had had enough. I came, I stayed for twenty minutes, and now I leave.
I about faced sharply and headed towards the oak doors, getting my cell phone out of my matching Gucci bag. I had thought that no one would see me leave nor care. Oh, how I hate being wrong.
(I was going to end the chapter here, but I decide to continue)
"Ce!!" yelled an all-too-familiar voice. A slightly high-pitched, yet male, voice called me from across the room. But that was enough to let his older brother notice me. 'Damn' I though, and started to walk faster towards the oak doors. A young man in a white tuxedo with black-raven hair and shimmering eyes of happiness greeted me, yet somehow blocking my path.
"Hello, do I know you?" I asked, thinking that if he didn't recognize me, then I'd be able to go away.
"Ce, stop fooling around," he replied, looking at me with those pleading eyes. I wonder how my father dealt with his eyes; I could never stand up to them. "Mokuba, if you brother catches us talking, he will kick me out!" I harshly whisper.
"He won't kick you out if I tell him not to!" he harshly, yet gently whispered back.
With that he dragged me onto the dancing floor, my dress flowing behind me in small billows. A sense a pair of eyes on me. Blue eyes that are chilling me to the bone. He saw us. I am such dead meat!
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Note: please review, I need encouragement!
Chapter 5: My Dance with Destiny
One of those people that fill the room is Mokuba, 'I should avoid him' I though, but sadly decide to comply. If he recognized me, I would be thrown out by his brother. And that wouldn't do one bit good for my already disintegrating reputation.
I remembered a time when I could just dance with anyone I please, a time when dresses where made to fit only me. My father would shout you see, if only I had been a boy, but since I resemble my mother, and since I resembled him, he told me not to worry. But worry I did. Now I couldn't dance with just anyone, though some had asked, most knew to stay away from Pegasus's little girl. But I don't want to be know as Pegasus's little girl! I wish to be my own person, and that is what I shall be!
I walked up to a handsome man and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned around and stared looking at me as if I had four heads, instead of the normal three.
"Hello, would you care to dance with me?" I asked politely.
"NO, I wouldn't. You're Pegasus's girl right? If you are, go away," he replied, making my heart sink lower and lower, unfortunately for him that just plain angered me.
"Do you even know my name?" I asked, fuming.
"Yes, it's. . . Sandra?" he replied, adding a slight sound to the way he said 'Sandra' as if it were a question.
"NO, my name is Cecelia! I yelled in his face, watching as his surprised expression faded into a frown as he waved his had in an un-respectful manner. 'As if he were dismissing me like I was a maid,' I though, fuming even more. I had had enough. I came, I stayed for twenty minutes, and now I leave.
I about faced sharply and headed towards the oak doors, getting my cell phone out of my matching Gucci bag. I had thought that no one would see me leave nor care. Oh, how I hate being wrong.
(I was going to end the chapter here, but I decide to continue)
"Ce!!" yelled an all-too-familiar voice. A slightly high-pitched, yet male, voice called me from across the room. But that was enough to let his older brother notice me. 'Damn' I though, and started to walk faster towards the oak doors. A young man in a white tuxedo with black-raven hair and shimmering eyes of happiness greeted me, yet somehow blocking my path.
"Hello, do I know you?" I asked, thinking that if he didn't recognize me, then I'd be able to go away.
"Ce, stop fooling around," he replied, looking at me with those pleading eyes. I wonder how my father dealt with his eyes; I could never stand up to them. "Mokuba, if you brother catches us talking, he will kick me out!" I harshly whisper.
"He won't kick you out if I tell him not to!" he harshly, yet gently whispered back.
With that he dragged me onto the dancing floor, my dress flowing behind me in small billows. A sense a pair of eyes on me. Blue eyes that are chilling me to the bone. He saw us. I am such dead meat!
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