Hey everyone! So this is one of my new stories, its just something that popped up in my head and i thought i might write it down!
So please don't be rude... and don't be too picky on the nitpicks! I was in a Rush!!
I must say, watching my mother rot in a mental hospital was pleasing. Only just thinking about what she did to me makes me sick. You see, the story I am about to write is my story, my life, my love, and how I came to be today. The only reason I am putting this story on paper is so it lives forever. And if this tale happens to reach another soul and take place again, well then.. so be it.
So it all started on the night I was born. My Mum doesn't believe in God you see. But she loves and believes in Satan. So she thought that the only way to show gratitude to him was to give me and my sisters soul. But, of course we had had to find that out the hard way.
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The sun was bright, and there was no clouds in the sky. I lay in the front yard with my sister Kylie. Kylie is 19 years old, she has long dark mid-waist length hair and gold eyes. Me and her a lot alike, same hair, same nose, but we have different eyes... Mine are blue, ice blue. We also share the same birthday... I'm exactly two years younger than Kylie.
Today is when our foster mother has her family over for two or three weeks, there is going to be a lot of people will be there. Halia (our mum) says a lot of cute boys will be attending too, me we thought we should catch a tan before they arrive tonight. Halia took us in when we were five, our biological father was to busy caring for our ill mother in the mental hospital outside of town.
We had been lying outside for hours, talking and laughing, discussing what we will wear and who will be there and what not. It was our first time meeting the family. So we had to me on our best behaviour for Halia and Ben.
Ben is our foster Father, it was his idea for dad to give us to them, he saw how me and Kylie were so alone,abandoned I guess...
"Don't you just love the sun?" asked Kylie. She got up and dusted herself off.
"Yup, she's a beauty alright!" I laughed as she helped me up. We packed up our stuff and headed for the back door. Me and Kylie never used the front door, we don't need to. In fact, we never left the house, well the front gate.
Never.
There is more coming! I hope you like!
Maybe it's just me, but I think when it comes ot describing a character in a story (their age and appearance), it should be mentioned in a natural way that flows and blends into the story, instead of mentioning it in the first paragraph of the chapter.