O.k. So this is only the begin part of my book and there isn't any fantasy in it yet, but I find it so hard to start of a decent story so please review it and tell me what you think. Thanks.
Leila stood static on the edge of her bedroom's balcony, leaning againt the sculpted metal rails. The morning sun glistened as it surfaced on the horizon as a subtle breeze brushed through her hair, leaving the distinct aroma of pine lingering.
Throughout the grounds of Layro Manor, the employees hurried from place to place, goining about their morning duties.
Leila, unintentionally ignoring her surroundings, had her gaze set solely upon the secluded woods that existed quietly beyond the Manor gardens.
The young teen, along with her sister Lucy, had only been at Layro Manor three days and two nights, but it already felt like things were turning for the worse. Leila thought back to when she had first met Lord Layro at Starlight Children's Home open day where individuals, couples or even families who were interested in adopting or fostering could come and learn more about the certain procedures.
Lord Rex Layro, a well built mid forties man with light brown hair-that was sporting the beginnings of a salt and pepper look-had approached a not-to-bothered Leila in her room that afternoon.
"I see that not every inmate is allowed out on these open days." He teased in a rough voice. Leila smiled slightly and turned around to greet the stranger.
"Yeah. Juvenile prisons are getting worse thanks to the goverment," she giggled, surprising herself, "I don't exactly feel like hanging around another set of foster parents who will eventually decide that two kids is just too much," she explained, "Our last two foster families brought us back like a broken carton of milk." She looked up at the man with a oh-well-better-luck-next-time look accross her face.
"Us?"
"Yeah. Me and my sister, Lucy."
The two formally introduced themselves and sat listening to each others stories until it was time for Lord Rex to leave. The two exchanged their goodbyes and the Lord promised to visit her again some day. Leila watched through her bedroom window as he climbed into his silver Rolls Royce and drove away.
Leila strolled out of memory lane and focused back on the woods. Two nights of sleeplessness I can bare, but three? Each night at the Manor, sleep had becom a problem for her. As the wind stroked the window panes it brought with it the voices of strangers, calling out for help. However, Leila seemed to be the only one who could hear them, but it wasn't like hearing someone speak to you face to face, it was almost...telepathy.
Continued soon...
