What would happen if the past you lived, wasn't real? What if you weren't even sure who you were anymore? And what would you do if the whole world depended on you, yet you couldn't even make a toaster work with out it blowing up in your face? - Book: 1
Thursday, October 25, 2012
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Prologue: At First Glance
A gust of wind pushed at the little girl's raven black hair, but she hardly noticed it, her mind too busy with trying to process the wonder displayed before her.
"Mommy what's that?!" She pointed to a big blue thing that went on for as lfar as she could see. And it was moving! It was never still! Like her brothers.
There was a silver bell laugh from above her. She looked up and saw a silhouette with long hair flowing out from under a wide brimmed hat.
"That is the ocean Isabelle. Beautiful isn't it?" Isabelle's mom knelt down next to her on the green grass as they both looked down at the wide ocean.
"M-hmm. Did God make that too?"
"Yes he did. Along with everything else you see. Even you!" She tickled Isabelle's tummy, making her scream with delight. Her mother joined in on her laughter, her bright blue eyes lighting up like stars.
"Let's go find daddy and your brothers. Okay?" The woman said as she held her daughter close.
"They're down there, see?" Isabelle pointed to three figures running across the sand. The two little boys were chasing the dad, who had a football tucked under his arm.
"They're crazy." Isabelle said. Her mother laughed with her as she watched her two little boys running down the beach.
"Yes, but that's just boys. Come on." Taking her little girl's hand, the woman led Isabelle down the hill and towards her family.
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She woke up with a jerk, almost crying out. Her hand flew to her sweating forehead like it could somehow stop the migraine.
Collapsing back onto her pillow she starred up at the ceiling for a few precious moments. Savoring the peace and quiet. Not that it's going to last long. She thought gloomily. Her thoughts wondered to the dream she had. She had been having the same dream for the past ten years. Nothing ever changed in it, and there were extremely strong feelings connected to it. Like her motivation to get through school, and all of her foster homes. It was the one thing that had kept her going through all these years. Well, that and God.
But the thing that had always got her wondering was: who was that family?
Isabelle had never seen that woman, or the boys down on the beach before, but she could remember each one's face distinctly in their six-year-old form of course.
The two boys were well built and she could tell that they would have been great football players. The leader of the two had dark brown curls that were long in the dream, and though she couldn't be a hundred percent sure what his eye color was, she was pretty confidant they were brown.
The other one had short dirty blond hair that stuck out every which way, his smile however was his best feature.
The dad was a tall, muscular man who probably spent most of his life in a gym. But from the grin that spread from ear to ear, she could tell he was just as much a six year old as his sons were.
The ringing in her ears subsided enough to where it could be tolerated, and she forced herself to roll out of bed.
"Come on Isabelle. We've got to make it to the first day of school. Or Sarah will really give it to us."
She swung her feet off her bed and sat up. Stopping cold she laughed out loud.
"I sound like a total idiot talking to myself as I don't even exist! Oh man I must really be stressed."
She willed herself out of bed and shuffled over to her dresser.
Twenty minutes latter, she was dressed and ready to tackle the world. Snatching up her backpack and hand-me-down schoolbooks she opened her bedroom door.
Outside her room she was bombarded with the smell of alcohol and two-day old pizza. With the quiet steps of a mouse hoping not to be noticed, she made her way through the halls and down the stairs. Tip-toeing past her foster mom who was walking about the ramshackle house, with a beer bottle neck being strangled in her pudgy, greasy grip, she dashed the last two feet, and made it safely out of the house.
Breathing in the crisp autumn air, she started her journey to the Starbucks down the street. Glancing down at her watch she nodded.
"Good. I've got just enough time to get some cinnamon hot coco, before school starts." She smiled at the thought of the warm drink between her freezing hands, sitting in a window seat reading her old, marked up Bible. There wasn't any better way to start a day.
~ So this is just a flashpoint. I think it works so much better then the original story. I'm really excited about this! ^_^
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