I'm on more often now, I have a lot of time on the computer since homework was reduced for the testing. Then again, English tests for three periods for Wednesday and Thursday. And that sucks since we're missing gym. Then again, we have this old gym teacher who thinks that she could run faster than us. Believe me, if she went any slower, it would have been a miracle. But I want to play soccer! Not fair! And we're going to miss art too!
Anyways, at least I'm here more often for this week.
Emerald-Mistress- Here's your chapter. I hope you like it even though it's certaintly small. And I'm not sure if I'm such a good romance writer, being that it is not my interest. Do you think I am? I think I suck compared to SecretNight. SecretNight is maturer than me even though we're the same age but I was born several months before SecretNight. SecretNight is good on romance so you should go read SecretNight's story.
Automatic Translator- SecretNight is better at writing romance than me.
Hobbit69- You really don't have to answer the question at the end. Because I'm going to have to answer that in the story later. But thanks for the review! It gave me some words to use. Everyone clap for Hobbit69 for helping me on wording out something!
Automatic Translator- Thanks for the review!
Am I a good romance writer? I mean, someone answer the question! And please tell the truth.
And sorry that this chapter is unbelievably short, but shorter keeps it more mysterious. And that's a tip for all writers!
Enjoy!
Cornelia looked around, wondering what she should do. This had better not be true. She would have taken the risk, but it was too much of a chance. She had never gotten a premonition before but it really felt like it was. Then she stared at Caleb, still a flower, a milky white flower with soft petals that touched her fingers soothingly, like lotion. But the flower had a warm feeling, unlike a lotion's cold bite. It was almost as if the flower was alive.
The sign of the promise.
Cornelia almost jumped up. The first time she had seen the sign was when she cried in Caleb's arms. He had lifted his finger and caught the tear on the side of it. Then magically, it turned into a flower, an exact replica of the flower that was planted in a vase in front of her right now.
Cornelia looked down, unable to swallow. She felt hot tears build up in her eyes.
Why am I crying? I have the power to get Caleb back! I am in the WITCH team! I shouldn't be crying helpless!, Cornelia looked up so that her tears would stay in her eyes and not drip off her eyelids. She blinked several times.
She also wondered at the back of her head if she had the power to do this. This must have been the ultimate limit of her earth power. Would she lose her power? Could she really do this?
She flushed back to the memory of when Caleb first hugged her, more like caressed her. His firm strong hands around her waist, tightly, as if he never wanted to let her go. The way he brought her in close to his chest, it was enchanting. When he lifted her chin so her eyes looked straight into his dark deep eyes, his eyes telling her how much he loved her, she almost felt like fainting and fell back a little, only to be supported by Caleb's grip…
Cornelia lost herself by then.
She would do it.