it's my new story i told u about!!!!!! xd
“Mikah! Mikah, come here this instant!” A girl about 15 came running into the gorgeous golden room. “Yes ma’am?” The girl’s voice was sweet and beautiful. “Mikah, I need to know something.” The lady’s voice was just as bleak as her black eyes. “I will tell you anything ma’am.” “Where are your swords?” The Mikah’s golden eyes bulged. “Ma’am, all I know is that before I came here, my father locked them up.” “Did he now? That is good to hear.” “Do you need anything else ma’am?” “No, you may go back to what you were doing.” Mikah ran out of the she glad that she hid her swords. Her foster mother would confiscate them if she found out where they were. She missed her father terribly and she didn’t know why she mentioned him cause it tore her apart whenever she thought of him. He died years ago and was sent under her foster mother, Kathleen’s care. Mikah always dreamt of what her real mother looked like. Ever since she received her mother’s swords from her father, she has been practicing whenever she could secretly and alone. She never had at least one friend her whole life. She kept to herself, reading, writing, or drawing pictures. The kids always made fun of her drawings or stories. She held her head high through all the torments and stayed emotion free. Now, she was about to turn 16 and her father wouldn’t be there to see her. She put her hands in her skirt pockets and slowly went to her locker. She got her room key out and went to her room she had alone. She sat down at her desk and pulled out her favorite sword. She pulled out the polish. The door opened and Mikah quickly put the sword away. A guy around her age came in. “Oh, I’m sorry they said that this room was empty.” Mikah looked away from him. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” “It’s alright you won’t notice I’m here. No one else does.” “I surely notice and if it’s alright I am staying.” He set his bags on the other bed from hers. “My name is Caleb.” Mikah smiled. No one ever introduced, talked, or stayed in a room with her before. “My name is Mikah. My dad thought of it.” It happened again, she hurt and stopped smiling. “I like it. I thought that this school was for kids who were orphans.” She looked down at the desk following the carvings with her eyes. “I am one, he…” tears formed at her eyes. She didn’t want to mention it or she would just die. “I’m sorry about that. If it makes you feel any better, my mother died before I was two.” “I never knew my mother either.” Caleb sat next to his bags on the bed. “Lets change the subject. Do you like swords?” Mikah’s face brightened. “Of course I do! My father gave me my mother’s swords before he…” “Really? My father gave me his before running away.” She pulled her swords from the hiding place. "Now those are cool!" He said looking at the silver sword with gold in the middle and firey red engraving.
it's my new story! tell me anything...it can be the worst, i don't care.
gummiebear_princess · Wed Jan 24, 2007 @ 04:44am · 1 Comments |