Ok, this is a book im writing (im planning to publish it when im done) so i’m just wondering if the beginning is good so far. thanks! please don’t steal my idea, i worked hard on it, considering its a true story (mine) only i changed the names. once again, thanks. Note: the paragraphs in *s are in italics in my story, so they are thoughts.
Saffyre looked out of the car window, rain pounding against the cool, foggy glass. She traced a smiley face on the smooth surface and sighed. The other cars rushed by, most of them were just people going back and forth to work. A few held other children but they were all playing video games or using a laptop. Boxes filled the rest of the backseat where she sat and slid around whenever the car took any kind of turn.
Her father sat in the front seat, pre-occupying himself with driving. She glanced at the passengers seat, also covered in cardboard boxes. On the sides of them were little notes scribbled in marker.
She found her eyes stinging, even though the incident had long since passed. The incident that had claimed her mother’s life, Saffyre still hadn’t been able to get over it. The cancer had been worse, and she didn’t want to think about it, let alone see her mother in that condition. She had just curled up in a chair in the visiting room, reading a book and listening to her iPod. She couldn’t even remember the last things she had said to her mother. All she could do was hope they had been good. It had happened late at night, while Saffyre was sound asleep. The phone had woken her up numerous times but she never climbed out of bed to go answer it. The news came, and everything changed. It was like she was in a lake, trying to swim to the surface, trying to wake up from the nightmare. But it had been real. All of it. Every heartbreak, every tear, every laugh, all of it had been so close, yet so far away.
For the most part, she liked to forget that it ever happened, but every now and then, the hole tugged at her heart.
The highway forked into different directions, and the car lurched right, the opposite direction away from the city.
*Great… I’m going to live in the middle of nowhere. In a boring house, In a boring town, with a boring school and boring uniforms. Why do the uniforms have to be gray anyway; that’s like the worst color… *
The grass outside the window gave way to water and Saffyre saw a murky, hazy pond when she looked up. Thin wisps of clouds floated over it, almost like ghosts.
She returned her attention to the fiction book in her lap. The cover was hardened leather, encased in brass clasps. It was written in Anglo-Saxon runes, but she could still read it perfectly. When she was little, with every chance she got, she would study the language and write the little symbols all over. Sometimes, she had even written books using them. This story was particularly interesting, even though she had read it a thousand times.
It was about a little elven girl who somehow found herself in the human world. She lived in a village with humans, and they adopted her into their family as their own daughter. Soon after that, an evil man came to take the girl away because of her powers, even though she had no idea how to use them. The rest of the story was pretty classic, but still fascinating. The girl was taken captive and made into a slave, but at every chance she got, she would study magic. The animals in the castle grounds would come to her and beautiful flowers would grow. She sang in elf, and everything seemed perfect while it lasted. At the end of the story, the girl escapes and finds her true love, living happily ever after.
*Happily ever after, huh… I wish I could live happily ever after. I always escape into these fairy tales, just wishing they were real… but they never are, and I’m always disappointed.*