Okies, I SHOULD be posting this on my other account, but who reads that journal anyway?! So I'm just gonna put it on here. Now, please bear with me, this is entirely a rough draft {as in I haven't even STARTED typing it at the moment. So... here we go...:
>It was a clear autumn morning, and TJ... was in pain. What would have normally been the day she spent with her friends had turned into a day straight from her nightmares! No, it wasn't because of the fact that her mother died today; she rarely even saw the woman enough to have any sort of emotional attachments to her. It was because of the fact that she was wearing a corset.
>The boy next to her, unmistakably her brother judging by his red-tipped blonde hair, failed miserably at stifling his laughter as she shifted uncomfortably in her pew. Her golden eyes locked onto his, giving him the most menacing glare she could summon... but to no avail. This time he straight-out laughed, startling the mourners in the intricately decorated Gothic-style church. He immediately regained his composure, and scribbled elegantly on a note pad:
Soon.
>TJ sighed, Yes, but HOW soon?! I don't know how much more I can take of this tyrranny crap! >Her brother winked at her, the signal, and collapsed to the floor. >"Oh no! Marck fainted!" TJ cried, just as she had practiced the night before. And, as she had planned, a large mob of people gathered around him, appalled that their prince had the ability to faint. >This was her chance, and she graciously took it. No one even noticed as the young princess fled out the door and into the gathering darkness. All that was ever found of her was the corset. ((XD I couldn't resist putting that part in!))
-Fleeting Infamy- · Sun Dec 31, 2006 @ 03:26am · 0 Comments |