Miguel awoke slowly in a deep sleep endused fog. The cold was coming from the window. Hadn't he closed it? "Oh my God!!" he yelled. "It's already 7:30?! I am so late!"
He was supposed to have woken up at 5:30. His aunt, Mrs. Bangenlle, as she made him call her, had a specific time to wake up or you where not fed. Though he was usually good at waking up on time, today he felt he could sleep forever..

    He rushed over to his dresser to get dressed, pulling out a plade madras shirt and dark sagging jeans witch had been his mother's brother'a when he was young and his mother, alive. Mrs. Bangelle promised once he passed all his classes and her etiquette class he could get new clothes, but that day would never come.
    School was easy enough, but her etiquette class was impossible to pass because of his clothes. She had a dress code for it and her just couldn't fit it because she wouldn't buy him new ones til he could pass. It was a paradox.

    Gabby awoke with a abrupt startle....The vision had shaken her quite a bit, though they always did. The moon shone birght through the window making her puples retract from the brightness. The boy in her vision had been beautiful.. His name was Miguel Ararryo-Torres. She had no idea how she new that, she just did. She didn't even know when or where he was.
    He had been in a small room. An attic maybe. And he had been sleeping in a tiny bed that took up most of the room there. A dresser had been shoved in and other little thing helter skelter. There was also a big window with a seat right underneath and the moon washed through the room touching him on the forehead with one of it's silvery-white fingers from just behind a cloud.
    He wore his hair the strangest way she had ever seen.. It arose in perfect spikes almost as though he could keep it that way just by pure will. She tried to figure it out; how did it stay that way? He was covered up by a deep navy blanket with almost invisiable stiching. Perfectly even and straight. His skin was so much different than she had even seen also. Carmel color. So...

Hi there everyone!

I'm a writer and I'd love some international support for my fantasy story that I already gave to my favorite actor Colin Morgan personally as a gift. He inspired me for a certain character and it was given more as a sign of gratitude for the inspiration rather than for him to read it. No idea if he ever would, but I just hope the effort I put into translating it just for him made him happy that day. What a brilliant actor ^^ Anyways - I've created a club and this account itself for communicating with future readers. I don't want to bother anyone with it, but how else could you let people know your story even exists before it's published?

I promise I have put a lot of effort into it! It took me three years to create this world and the characters. Maybe you'll fall in love with "The Golden Heart". I'm striving for an international release of the book and what I need for that is support, support, support and lots of love!

I love everyone who tries to do the smallest thing to help!