Hello,
After failing terribly at writing my novel, I took all of the kind peoples advice and tried again. The changes I made seem to be a little more drastic than just changing its clothes, but it is not a totally new creature. It is as if I gave it some plastic surgery. And here it is.
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Chapter 1
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Walls, a warm, welcoming peach. This was the first thing I saw after brushing my wavy, brown hair out of my eyes as I woke in this unfamiliar room. "Where am I? What am I doing here? Who brought me here?" A hundred thoughts flew through my head at once like arrows soaring through the sky in some medieval battle-field. My trembling hands slowly removed the thick white blanket from my small, fit body.
Getting up off of the high bed I could feel my stomach quivering. I headed towards the window to see if anything was recognizable. Nothing. Judging by the sun it was still morning, not past ten AM. I began to search the drawers for something that may be mine, or something that can clue me in on where I am. As my search continued my mind dove back into the moment I recalled before I woke in this unknown room.
"I am going to go to bed." I said as I stood up from the table and headed toward the garbage to empty the rest of my un-touched food off of the plate.
"But honey, you barely touched your dinner, and it's only eight o'clock." My mother replied.
"I don't feel well Mom." I placed my plate in the sink and dragged myself off to my room.
"Alright, Nikki, feel better."
"Thanks." I said as I closed my door. Like most nights I didn't even bother to change and went to sleep in the clothes I was already wearing.
After searching the drawers and my mind I still had no clue as to what was going on. I decided that after I inspect the rest of the room I would go deeper into the house and try to locate somebody who can explain things. There was always the possibility that I was kidnapped and forced to come here, and that finding somebody may only get me into more danger, but I know I could easily escape this house whether somebody was chasing me or not.
I walked towards the open door of a seemlingly empty closet to look for whatever it was I was searching for in there. The closet was not empty as I had assumed however. Pushed into the back right corner, sitting on a shelf, was a small black box with a huge pad-lock on it. Out of pure curiosity I took the little box and sat down on the bed while fumbling around with it in my hands. The box was made of what had seemed like onyx, and was impossible to open without the key.
Not wanting to waste any more time I placed the box down on the bed, and went back to the closet to see if I had missed anything. After re-searching it I closed the door, "Clack!", the sound of something metal hitting the floor. Immediately I opened the closet back up and saw something golden, glistening in the sunlight, lieing [Note to self: Lieing, correct word or not?] on the wooden floor.
I quickly grabbed it and felt a bump being pressed under my finger as the item sprung to life in my hand. I had jumped because of its suddenness, [Note to self: Is that even a word? Find better word. Doesn't sound right] and wondered what happened. I looked back down at the item, and saw a shiny metal blade protruding from the golden casing of the item, which I now realized was a switchblade.
My hands, shaking more than they were before, slowly and carefully picked up the knife. Running my finger along the cold steel of the blade a chill went down my spine. The knife was so sharp, and so elegantly made. I turned the knife over in my hand and saw an engraving into the side of the knife. Along the right side of the knife there was a picture of half of a mans face, the man had wings and one was showing in the back-ground. I let my finger surf the detailed engraving.
After finally pulling my eyes away from the mesmerizing engraving on the knife I pulled myself back into the problem at hand. I slipped the knife into my pocket as it may be useful later, then I decided to go further into the house. As I approached the door I felt my stomach drop. My palms started sweating and I felt my adrenaline start to kick in. I had to be ready for anything because wherever I was, whoever had me here, there was a reason for it.
Note: Try to ignore/answer the note to self marks I made. And if I left any other markings in there such as codes or such just ignore them.
I am not familliar with the grammatical lives of onomonopia so if sombody can fill me in on that, I.E. should it be in italics, quotes, ect. ect.
Thank you very much and please tell me if I did better than my first try, or worse.
