Ella Tosciati

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Chapter One
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Ella looked out her window as her parents meaningless chatter went on in the front seat.
”Don’t forget that this is going to be a permanent situation until they see serious change in you young lady.” Her father said as he barely made it around a sudden bend in the road, causing her mother to gasp and throw her hand to her heart.
“Don, Don honey, can’t you at least try and stay on the road?” This was the third time my mother had said this in the 4 hours we had been in this god forsaken car, on the same narrow and constantly turning this way and that.
“I’m trying dear,” Ella’s father said, clenching his jaw, “In case you haven’t noticed this is a road meant for people with country cars, not new Infiniti’s. ” Ella rolled her eyes at the ceiling, and began to drone them out again. The trees were becoming thicker and it seemed like…they were almost turning black as they got closer and closer to the place that Ella could possibly be spending the next three years of her life.
Suddenly, an object that looked like a small round ball of snow, flashed past Ella’s window and she jerked back quickly with a sharp intake of breath. She swung her head around to see where it had gone, but all she saw were dark trees and the dust the car was creating. No little ball of snow. Just as Ella was about to ask if her parents had seen it either her mother sighed with relief and the car began to slow to a stop.
A very large black gate was in front of them. Ivy curled up its bars like snakes, and the rust was visible, even from the backseat of Ella’s parent’s car. There were large brick walls that went off to each side and disappeared into the thick black trees, which were cover with moss and other greenery. Just visible behind the tall gates was a large building that seemed to be a small castle, with towers that seemed to be so old that they could fall over at any second. On the front of the gate was a chipped and faded golden sign that read:

MIRETTE’S MANOR FOR ODD CHILDREN AND YOUNG ADULTS

“Here we are,” Ella’s father said leaning his head out the window as if to get a better look. “Now how the hell do we get in?
Just then a woman’s voice rang out high and precise, echoing through the trees, seemingly coming from the top of the left gate “WELCOME ELLA, WE HAVE BEEN AWAITING YOUR ARRIVAL! PLEASE STEP OUT OF YOUR CAR AND TAKE YOUR BELONGINGS, JAMES WILL BE WITH YOU SHORTLY. ELLA’S PARENTS, THANK YOU FOR DROPPING HER OFF. WE WILL SEE YOU IN A COUPLE OF MONTHES FOR VISITING WEEK. THAT WILL BE ALL.”
Ella sat there staring at the manor for a few seconds, and then without a word opened her door. She unbuckled slowly and rose and walked to the back of the car. Her father also got out cautiously as if the voice may tell him he must remain seated. He jogged to where Ella stood and shooed her away then he unlocked the trunk with a click and pulled Ella’s single suitcase out and set handed it to her. She took it and then stood silently, waiting for her father to say something. But he said nothing. He just stood there, looking as if someone had taken his ability to speak, and move.
“Umm… dad?” Ella asked quickly.
“Oh right… well good bye then Ella.” He said, and awkwardly tried to hug her, avoiding the suitcase that was between them.
“Bye dad.” Ella said back. She didn’t expect her mother to make any gesture of goodbye, considering she was probably trying to fix her hair perfectly again after the jerky ride. She pulled out of his arms, happy that the moment was over and planted her feet on the ground, her pale green dress flapped around her ankles as a breeze ran through the trees and over the dirt covered ground. Her father ran back to the car and jumped in. Within seconds, the fancy car had disappeared into the trees, leaving Ella to wait for the person called James to come and open the gates.

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OK This is kinda a rough draft, much feedback would be LOVED and definitly needed ^_^
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If you want this to be a chapter, then you need to make it a LOT longer. I like the idea though... and I can kind see where this is going. you might want to put in the description of the actual school, or say had Ella is feeling. leaving home is usually a big deal. you could perhaps (to make the story longer) start in her bedroom, and then say how much she really didn't care for all of her junk that she collected. then a lump forms in her throat.they don't even care about me she thinks, you know, stuff like that! Good luck, I'll be looking out for the re-done chapter.
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Ok can do Askxz! I will, Just waiting for a bit more feedback before i completely redo it, but i will definitely try out your suggestions, my mind is already re-writing it XD
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Well... I warned you I was rather harsh. If you want my review see the attachment, I din't want to have to bother with making everything red again whe I posted it on here, and I also haven't gotten the hang of quotes quite yet.

Anyways... for overall impression, this was very interesting. You have a good idea and you were able to grab my attention and hold it throughout the piece. That's quite an achievement considering my attention span. I noticed there were a couple of places where you could have used much better adjectives, and that you had to be reminded of "show don't tell" a couple of times (if you don't get that give me a PM, I know I didn't for the longest time) but overall it was good.

Although I can't promise another indepth review like this, PM me when you get the next bit out. I'd like to see where this goes.

Well, hoped my review helped, and I am sorry if I was too harsh... I don't want to scare you off, I just wanted to review your work like I wish people would review mine.
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Scare me off? NO WAY DUDE! THIS HELPED ME SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I WISH ALL REVEIWS WERE LIKE THAT!!! I am now going to re-write it and hopefully have the rewrite up later tonight! :) Thank you sooooo much Cooldude! I don't know what show don't tell is, but i have a pretty good idea, but i would like to know what the definition is! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!


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Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
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Show don't tell... show don't tell... The best way to describe it is to show you. (oops, I did not mean that!) This's what I'll do, I'll take a couple of sentences from your story and re-write them. Maybe that'll help you see the difference.

Tell: There were large brick walls that went off to each side and disappeared into the thick black trees, which were cover with moss and other greenery.

Show: Her eyes widened with awe as she stared at the large brick walls that went off to each side of the enclosure and disappeared into the thick black trees, which were coverd with moss and other greenery.

Tell: He jogged to where Ella stood and shooed her away then he unlocked the trunk with a click and pulled Ella’s single suitcase out and handed it to her.

Show: Out of the corner of her eye she saw him jog towards her as she tried to unlock the truck. Shooing her out of the way he gave the key a deft twist to have the trunk swing open with a click. Pulling out her suitcase he handed it to her, looking more nervous himself then even she felt.

The best way I can describe the show/tell thing, is when you "tell" someone it's just a statement of fact.

Tell: Ned was embarassed.

When you show them, it's not as direct a statement, your still saying what's being done, but with more embellishment, through side facts.

Show: Ned's face turned red as he tried to stutter out a cohearent response.

You're still saying what you want to say, but your not laying it out so obviously. Like I said though, I had trouble with this to, so if someone notices I'm explaining somthing totally wrong, feel free to set me right.




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No that makes perfect sense! Thank you soooooo soooo much! I am working on the revisesion as we speak!!!!! Danke Shein!!!
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I think this is really good! I love it!




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Well, glad I could help!
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The story was rather short, maybe it's 1/4 of a chapter, perhaps.

Now for corrections; I don't feel like quoting them or copy and pasting, so a couple were when you said "Parent's car," it should've been "Parents' car." Also, the part where the dialogue is all capitalized; that isn't needed, just try to emphasis on how loudly the person is speaking.
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maggie i love it so much! i can't wait to here more of it! im jelouse of how well and detailed you discribe things!!!!! i loved the circus idea.. but this is really quite interesting, and more unique!!!!! i loves you!



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