Hi everyone!
This is my first project for FLC! I hope you like it everyone (and Kathryn!;))
I'm sorry, Kathryn if it's a little long. I have a hard time making really short stories.;)
My story was based off of this picture-
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I stood in my room, looking out the
window at the land below. My brown eyes darted to the forests closest
to me and the town tucked behind it. I fingered my lace dress and
smiled dreamily. I closed my eyes and imagined myself as a princess
dancing around the town. My thoughts in my head were so clear and
vivid I could feel myself dancing. I opened my eyes from my imaginary
world and felt a smooth object in my hands. I glanced down at my
hands and saw a pearl tiara in my hand, diamonds set in twines of
crystal. I lifted the tiara to the light and let a sun ray beam
through the largest diamond. I placed the tiara on my head and
smiled, feeling like a princess. If only everyone in town saw me as a
princess. I picked the crown off of my head and placed it on my bed.
My bed was covered in rose petals and was a soft pink color. I gazed
at the tiara and thought about how it had materialized from my
imagination. Mother and father said I had such a strong imagination
that I could imagine things into existence.
I didn't know how it worked, but I
hated it and loved it. I loved it for the reason that if I imagined
something, it would happen, but I hated it for the reason that I was
banished from the town. The town said my imagination was too
dangerous for a child to control.
I sighed and fell onto my bed, causing
a mini explosion of rose petals. My auburn curls spilled out around
me and I sighed again.
Two more weeks. Two more weeks. Two
more weeks. My head repeated those three words over and over. Two
more weeks until I can go to the town. That was my dream.
The people of the town had told me I
could come back to the town when I turned eighteen. Hopefully, I
would be responsible with my thoughts by then.
I twisted myself onto my side and
studied the crown. Anxiety bubbled in my stomach as I thought of the
responsibility that would be constantly weighing on me. I pushed
those thoughts aside and closed my eyes.
“Mona!” My eyes popped open.
“Mom, Dad!” I smiled and ran to my
parents who were coming through a door downstairs. I stumbled down
the steps, holding my long lace dress out of my way. I came down the
steps breathlessly. My father and mother stood in the room straight
as sticks. My mom's brown hair was tied back with a scarlet ribbon
and my father's gray eyes looked tired.
“How are you both?” I asked, my
head bent downwards to show respect. My mom smoothed her green dress
then shifted her gaze to my lace dress.
“Is that new?” My mom's lips tilted
downwards and she shared a glance with my dad.
“Uh, yes. I imaged it,” I stared at
the floor. “Imaged” was what we called it when I imagined
something into existence.
“You know we don't want you to do
that,” My father stated. I nodded and apologized. My mother shook
her head and took a deep breath.
“Mona, we spoke with the town council
today. They elongated your banishment,” Mother sighed. I gasped.
“No! But they don't even know what I
can do! I haven't been a danger to them!” Anger rose in my heart
and my cheeks and ears burned.
How dare they cut off my one dream?!
“I know, Honey. But they aren't
subject to change. You're dangerous to them,” Dad explained. His
words hit me like a dagger. I staggered away.
“What?” I asked, tears burning in
my eyes, “You think I'm dangerous?”
My father opened his mouth, but I turned and fled to my room,
stumbling over my dragging dress. I shut the door and locked it. My
mind buzzing with thoughts. I felt numb. I knew that the townsfolk
thought that I was dangerous and untrustworthy, but I didn't think
that my own parents saw me that way.
The door boomed
with my father's knocking.
“Mona, I didn't mean it that way,”
His voice was muffled.
“You're
lying! You think I'm dangerous!” I shouted. There was silence at
the other side of the door. Tears stung my eyes as they fell down my
cheeks. I threw myself on the bed and sobbed into the rose scented
pillows. I cried until my tears dried up and my breathing returned to
normal.
I
stood up shakily and staggered to the window. The sun was setting.
Purple and scarlet streaks marked the orange sky and I took a shaky
breath, my face still wet with tears. My fingers shook with emotion,
but I managed to wrestle my copper colored hair into a braid. My face
was hot and sweat beaded on my neck. I imagined a dress suited for
traveling until I felt soft fabric in my hands. I put the dress on
and imagined a long rope. A coarse rope materialized into my hands
and I tied one end of the rope to my bed's leg and hung the other
side out of the window. I opened the window silently and lowered
myself down the rope. I squirmed down the rope until I felt soft dirt
underneath my boots. I craned my neck and gazed at the house,
secluded and desolate. I closed my eyes and turned back to the
forest. All of my life I had dreamed of going to the town, but that
wasn't what I wanted anymore. It was exactly what I didn't
want. I didn't want to be with
people who thought of me only as a danger. I wanted to be wanted. I
knew my parents loved me, and maybe I would come back, but I was old
enough to make my own decisions. This was what I needed to do at this
time of my life.
With a smile on my
face, I stepped away from the direction of the town and into the
forest to my new dream.
***
This project was really fun! I'm so excited for the next one!:D
-Emma-
Have you gotten to write a lot during the summer?
