The sound of being in a car came to me softly at first, then we made a turn, making my head move to the side. The car became more real, the uncomfortable seats became more real, the expression on my father's face while driving was the worst reality. That sudden middle-gut singe of anxiety and pain hit me as if I just went down a roller-coaster. I looked out the window to my side of the seat and another feeling came over me, I knew this road, I knew these trees and the way the sun shone through them. I was back, somewhere that I didn't want to be. I knew that we were back in America.
"Espresso or Mocha?" Aaron asked as he was standing at open cabinet doors that hung from the ceiling above the counter. He looked under the cabinets at me, waiting for an answer. I was sitting with my feet propped up on the couch in the living room. I was out of my gear and in some comfortable clothes.
" Ummm." I thought for a moment and looked around as I contemplated.
" Mocha, I guess." I answered looking at the coffee table sitting next to the couch. Aaron chuckled through his breath. I scowled at him.
The van revved up the hill and caused the engine to whine in some way familiar to me. My arm hurt like hell and my heart was beating so hard, I started to get frustrated with the rope around my hands and the bag on my head. I was getting light headed to the point of becoming loopy.
" Let me go you bastards let me-"
" There's no need for that kind of language, Prizmarine. I'm here now, it's fine." The bag was pulled off of my head, flinging my ponytail into my face. I was breathing hard from fright, it was dark in the back of the van, the front window, which was...
Sprinting down the street , breathing hard enough to make my lungs burst, my feet padded against the wet, asphalt. My breath clouded behind me; frigid cold air sliced past me. All I could think about was how close could they be now, where could I hide, would they find me and what would they do to me, where the hell was Aaron?
I halted onto the side walk facing an alley way , the walls dripped from icicles. The light at the end showed a way for me to go, but I had no time to think when screeching tires echoed down the street from the turnoff that I took. I took a second look at...
This is just a basic summary for a book I hope to work on soon. Although tragic, a real symbol of love.
Kacie Voorhiest is a seventeen-year-old Junior who can't wait to get out of Willowpeaks High School. Ever since she was little, Kacie has had a passion to play the guitar and hopes to make it a profession some day.
Meeting Jason Trey; a young, talented, singer-songwriter changed her life and boosted her dreams to cloud nine. Until the hospital... and that was when Jason kept his promise of giving her his heart...
"Aaand cut!" The producer said. I sighed and stepped off the set, walking towards the back door. "Semira, you did good. Are you sure this is the only film you want to produce?" I smiled sadly at the producer's question.
"Thank you, but I am sure. I will be going back home to Europe with my husband in the morning." I said.
"It's a shame, though. You played the part of Inali so well, I actually had a hard time remembering it was just a film." I smiled at his praise and turned to the man waiting for me at the back.
Laura and I practically had to sneak Donovan and Inali out of the castle with how heavily guarded it was. Not to mention, there was almost every member of the Kingdom's leadership board that was merely refusing to allow the King and Queen to leave. As much as I can enjoy kids, it was rather difficult to try and 'kidnap' the royals with a whining five-year-old. I now understand why Inali had second thoughts about raising their son in the palace. But I have to admit, they made some great parents. Once we were safely out of sight of...
I woke up running to the bathroom again and Donovan was by my side instantly. After I cleaned my mouth out, I looked at him through the mirror. He seemed worried.
"Are you sure that you aren't sick?" He asked. I gave him a tired smile and turned to look at him. His eyes never left me. "Cuz you keep waking up like this in the middle of the night at least a few times a week. It really has me worried." I placed my hands on his chest and sighed.
"I promise you I am perfectly fine. All of this will pass in eight months." I told him, kissing him quickly and walking back...
It was cutting close to the end of winter break and we were all standing around the room that Inali was staying in as Mr. Walner checked her to be completely sure she was in good enough of a position to be back on her feet permanently. I thanked him again as he left the room and turned back to my half sister that sat up in her temporary bed. We may be half siblings, but when she got back, we didn't exactly make the wisest decisions. But after that, we agreed we would move past it all and just be siblings. Although it was kind of difficult for both of us, I had to admit that much.