Here ya go...
I don't know what made me, gave me that impulse to listen to the man in my dreams, but I soon found myself outside of the school. Although he said nothing of the courtyard, there was this sort of, pulling, I felt towards the almost magical area.
I truly loved the courtyard, especially on those days when grey clouds would hover over, giving off the sound of thunder and when it would just barely rain. It used to happen every year, twice. Once was on my birthday, and it would make the flowers seem to beam brighter, even though no sun was shining on them, and the fruits on the tree's seemed ripper. (Spelling?) But the second day was nothing like the first, it was March 27, exactly 6 months before her birthday, but instead of making everything brighter, it seemed the world was mourning, as if something tragic had happened.
I breathed in the deep, thick, sweet scent of all the flowers in bloom as I weaved my way through the maze, the one none of the other girls, not even the Sisters, dared to enter. For as long as I could remember it was said that there truly was no way out, or no end to the hedge maze, but on my 13th birthday I proved them all wrong.
One of the older girls, Alexandria, had been making fun of me; joking about how I must have been an illusion and that it was pointless to talk to me, because it was like talking to air, something non-existent. I had dealt with this sort of thing for years, ever since Father George decided to announce to everyone, that we had a miracle inside our 'humble home' and that miracle was me.
I don't know what it was, but that time what Alexandria said didn't settle well with me. So when the 'diabless', one of the Spanish orphans, Arianna, gave her the name when Alexandria would mock her thinking she couldn't understand English, left to get ready for bed I rushed out of the door, and down the steps. Tears blurred my vision as I just let my legs carry me as far as possible when I found myself right at the entrance of the maze. I don't know what it was, but something compelled me forward, through the thick hedges, a voice directing left, right or forward, and I eventually found myself in the most beautiful place I had ever seen, not even comparing to the known courtyard.
Everything was sweeter, prettier, happier, and I knew this would be the perfect place to calm down. As I was looking around in wonder I sat down on a stone bench that stood at the very back giving a very beautiful view of the rest of the grove. I eventually laid down staring up into dark, star spotted sky I knew I never wanted to go back and as I felt the cold sink through my bones I knew if I stayed out here all night, I would never have to. I smiled a sad relieved smile at that thought before I heard a very faint, very feminine, and a very familiar voice say 'it's not your time'.
I smiled warmly as the memory flooded as if new into my mind while I found myself back into the grove. But as I looked up, still smiling I say a woman with long black pin strait hair that reached her lower back and icy blue eyes that yet seemed to hold warmth. I found myself staring at the woman, trying to place what was familiar about the point of her nose, the angular cheek bones, and the proud, strong, yet broken look in her eyes.
The answer came as all of my breath left. It was the same features I saw when I looked into the mirror, but this woman was more beautiful and I felt almost as if I was in the presence of a goddess.
The woman chuckled lightly; "you have no idea…" she trailed off as my eyebrows crumpled together in confusion.
"But thank you, my looks were what your father would always remind me of…" When I hear father a quick flash of a man appeared through my head, like normal, but this time I could actually remember the features. The strong aura, the chiseled facial features, the beautiful sea green eyes, and for the second time that day I gasped and fell backwards.
Somehow the gorgeous woman had magically appeared behind me and caught me with much more muscle than I thought she had. I tried to stand but nothing my brain was sending was being received so I began to crumple once again. The woman swiftly picked me up supporting my knees and my back and carried me over to the bench to lightly lay me down, just like the first time I had been to the grove.
By the time I was able to recover all I could manage was something along the lines of 'gab hum um duh' for a few minutes before I gave up and simply looked up at her with questioning eyes.
The woman smiled warmly with pride in her eyes. "Oh Brenna, I am so PROUD of you! And he would be too; oh you're so beautiful you have no idea!"
"Not that I'm not totally flattered or whatever but, um, who are you?"
Just at this moment the voice of my father spoke once again, 'Brenna, meet Thalia Jackson, previously Grace and she's.'
"Your mother," The woman, Thalia, finished off, while everything went black.
Me: Hey guys, i know a lot of you must be mad, but honestly i have been really down about this story and sort of gave up,
Thalia: Momentarily of course you didn't have the heart to keep my daughter and me away for too long!
Me: Yes anyway, I've been spending a lot of my time reading on fanfic and i realised just how many reviews these stories get in their first two chapters, and i realized that i'm not really that good cause no one would review,
Thalia: Which was rude btw!
Me: (rolls eyes) i don't blame you when i re-read my story i was all, gasp, i really suck, then i was like well lets see if they'll review if i don't update but when it didn't happen, *sigh*
(Thalia awkwardly pats me on the back)
Thalia: Um, Brooklyn?
Me: Yes Thalia?
Thalia: How long do you think Brenna will be unconcious?
Me: Aw Thalia are you worried?
Thalia: No!
Me: It's okay it's just your motherly instincts, but you'll have to wait, and hopefully (as in how many reviews i get) She'll wake up soon!