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The Ballad of a fish called Gracie |
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I entered a new RP that has a really cool storyline and it made me want to write soo~
CHAPTER ONE~ Fishing
Gracie dove, feeling the rough board spring beneath her feet. She was flying, she thought, as she plummeted towards the endless blue beneath her. She performed no special dive, since she was only practicing, but the icy sting of the cold water hit her none the same. She always liked the feel of the water, feeling weightless and hard pressure all at the same time. Her practice was cut short by her best friend, an outgoing, pretty and wonderfully captivated girl named Natalie. “Gracie, you are such a fish!” She called from the edge of the pool. Gracie responded only by splashing water in her friend’s direction. She finally found a reason to leave her watery paradise, she was starving, completely and utterly starving.
Two hours later placed Gracie and Natalie at a tiny cafe near the school. Natalie was engaging in a lively discussion about some needless fashion trend with another close friend of theirs, a beautiful and graceful creature known as Ashlyn. Gracie on the other hand, was lost in pure and blissful day dreams, a past time she had found herself participating in more often than she remembered. Only the the sound of her name being called in a harsh tone snapped her back to the present situation. “Gracie!” Ashlyn said, tapping her friend rapidly. “Check out that guy over there!”She hissed, pointing in the direction of a stunning young man surrounded by a thick pack of other boys. “He’s gorgeous!” Natalie sighed, blowing caramel bangs out of her face. Gracie turned her attention to the dashing example of a male specimen and was admiring his smile when a blond girl approached him and wrapped her arms about his neck. “He’s also taken.” She said disappointedly, taking a bite of her salad. “Too bad,” Ashlyn remarked, giving the boy a final once-over. “I guess we’ll have to find another gentleman for Gracie to talk to.” It was an endless game, trying to get Gracie to talk to a boy. She grew nervous even when talking to her teacher, and he was old and balding! Her friends delighted in making her begin a conversation with a complete male stranger and she tired of it quickly. “No.” She moaned, pleading with her friends to spare the embarrassment of trying to talk to a boy, “Please no.” Her friends sprouted identical grins and quickly began to scour the patio in search of a suitable subject. Cries of “Over there!” or “How about him?” Were silence when the pair spotted the silent, well dressed young man quietly reading by the front bay window. “Go!” They spat in unison, pushing Gracie in his direction. She approached him, knowing that the was no possibility of her winning this particular occasion. “What are you reading?” She asked, desperate to engage him in some form of conversation.
 LEViRA__xoxo · Fri Oct 19, 2007 @ 04:55pm · 0 Comments |
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