The dance

I wrote this story for a school project 

The invitation came two days earlier than everyone else's. Only because the sender Diana Lovegood is my favorite acquaintance. So she was sure to make the butler fax mine first so we could get our dresses fitted together.

My name is Charlotte Rebecca and I am sixteen living in New York. Our mansion is three stories high with beautiful ornate trimmings around all the windows and the fireplaces.

Drawings hung around the shop showing all the beautiful dress designs of this season I study them closely as I wait for Diana to finish her fitting. I have chosen a long lavender dress with lace flowers embroider into the waistline and around the top. It is strapless with long, flowing wave-like layers running from the embroider flowers to the floor.

Several hours later we sat in the Coffee House drinking the finest coffee in New York. Bags filled with all the new accessories that go with our dresses and shoes sit at our feet. Most people stare as they walk by, as there aren't many rich that live in this part and even less that visit. But the coffee we just can’t resist — that is the reason most visit these parts, some have even tried to get the owner to move to a decent location offering to sponsor them until they can fend for themselves. All of which have been declined —.

Five days passed without me thinking of the dance once until I saw the dress hung in my wardrobe. Every time I see it I reach out and touch the soft material and finger the delicate items surrounding it.

Excitement wells in my heart as my hair is twisted and tweaked to sit neatly on the top of my head and my maids tighten my corset around me. White powder is fluffed onto my face and a soft pink glow is emerging on my checks.

Finally ready, I stare into my mirror and smile. Taking time to breathe in the cool night air I step out and walk in fan in hand and chest, arms and head adorned with jewels. I must admit I look good. Heads turn as I walk in and Diana slides over amazement plain on her face. Captivated I stare at, Diana her dark curls hanging lose around her sides. Her lime dress resembles mine slightly, she looks beautiful and so do I she tells me and for once I believe her. Abigail Gem walks over next her light blue dress hugs her slim figure and her spouse Asa Field who is dashing and kind was wearing a dark suit. Abigail's light brown hair was swishing around her face as she walks. In her wake was Alice Santiago whose red dress went to half way down her calves. On her feet were the most beautiful shoes making me look almost as tall as me. Jason Reed was walking just slightly behind her showing that an engagement is yet to take place (much to her disappointment).

After greeting everyone Diana and I sat down at a table arranging our skirts to look elegant. After finishing my first drink I search the crowded hall looking for the face I’ve most wanted to see. He was sitting at a table watching the intricate dances we all had to learn as kids.

Johnnan Cappirano is Sexy, he has black hair hanging just over his eyes and an elegant lope. You could call him popular but he would deny it. He lived with his parents who unusually have let him loose to choose his wife-as have mine except husband-Diana and I make our way over to his table. He smiles up at me as we walk over. We have always flirted but tonight there was more. Our flirtsous banter continued as the night went on, even as we were dancing finally as the evening was coming slowly an end his smile grew wide and he pulled me out onto the secluded balcony. He stared down into my eyes and kissed me. As we finished he asked me on a date to dinner tomorrow and I smiled and said yes!

Missing

I have also been writing this. . .
Missing

People have been going missing. Our village is in a panic. Night is so quiet that you can hear the people in the house next door whimpering, which by the way just makes you more scared. Our village is about four and a half hours from the nearest tar road not town, road. Although there are many people living here we know we are far away from any outside help. Last week it was my friend’s mum that went missing, before that it was our neighbour’s daughter Sandra who was only sixteen. The ghost has taken many. Most people have had a family member taken, but my family have strangely remained a whole or as whole as it was before the kidnappings. Our family consist of my Mother, Me and three years ago my Se`ntel Bercl`erou, which means that we were made for each other a perfect match, Blaine Conner. He died in a car accident three years ago on the way to town. Father was an evil man whose sins finally caught up to him just after I was born. So our house is still whole. One person is taken each month this has been going on for the last three years which is thirty-six months, thirty-six people taken from our town. The forests have been searched for any remains, nothing has been found. This month a kidnapping has yet to take place and everyone is holding their breath.

The moon is full hanging low above the tree tops so light it could be an over cast day. Everyone has boarded up their houses and locked their doors although we know it will do nothing against this supernatural being. My sheets are freshly cleaned and my hair is still slightly damp. I should be asleep now but I can’t there’s something in here. Every time I close my eyes it moves flicking the light against my lids and I pop my eyes back open, showing me the world empty of anything but me and Yogi my little dog sleeping on the end of my bed. Again the light flickers over my eyelids and I try to open my eyes but they’re stuck, screaming was also useless, as I can’t open my mouth. I feel as though I’m being lifted and Yogi makes a small rumbling sound telling me he feels it to. Suddenly I feel my hair drifting back in a wind and a shiver runs through me. It feels like I’m running though I know I’m not moving my legs.                                    I think I’m flying actually flying and I should be happy but I’m just terrified. Finally the ground comes up to greet me. I’m lying on itchy straw.                                Yogi comes over and licks my face, so I can open my eyes. I don’t saving a few more seconds of happiness. The ghost had finally broken our family.

I must be dreaming I can hear his voice, his sweet as honey voice. Nope it must have killed me cause now Blaine’s coaxing me to open my eyes. Slowly with much effort I pull my eyelids up and… I can see him, after all this time I jump and run to him but he steps away holding up his hands. “ What’s wrong?” I inquire.                                                                                                                   “Nothing it’s just your alive and. . . I’m dead.” His voice is awkward.                                                   My world seems to suck out again and I collapse in a pile at his feet. Blaine drops to help me but remembers before his hands fall through me not to touch. My voice is weak and tired “but I love you!” Tears prick behind my eyes and then I remember the story’s we were told as kids.

Once as the sun was setting, a man walked slowly towards a cottage in his hand he held a yowling grey kitten. The cottage was sitting in the middle of a tall forest, the man was weeping. Lost was the man although purposefully. He had gotten lost to find the witch who lived in the cottage. The kitten was hers , his Se`ntel Bercl`erou and the witch would bring her back to life. Trailing behind the weeping man was she, in a tattered white dress flying out in a wind that didn’t exist. The weeping man had found her and the witch would bring her back to life.

“We have to go get lost. We have to find the witch.” I exclaim urgently.                           Laughing “Oh Kessie but we are. Why else would I have bought along Yogi, for once was he not mine? She will soon be ready and then you can greet me back to the land of the living.”                                                          

Out of the cottage walks a woman holding a flickering candle. Her aged face was beautiful even with the soft creases cascading down it. She smiled at me and hauled me to my feet surprising me with her strength. She kneelt down by Yogi’s side and pressed a hand to his heart.

 She caught him mid fall and I let out a whimper Yogi was my saviour throughout Blains death, I would not have made it without him by my side. Looking over at Blaine I saw she was doing the same to him.                          I was still as he dropped, but my scream was deafening.                                              I could not lose him again. “ Hush dear he will awaken in a minute and a path will show you to your town.”

With that she stood and went back to her cottage. As she had promised they both woke in minutes together we went home. Surrounded by our all the ones Blain had kidnapped because he could not find me, we looked quiet a sight. Celebrations went on till long after dawn and the story of our love lived on forever.

book

This is the book that I've been writing for a while now hope you like it =)

Ian's floppy chestnut hair fell softly over his gray eyes. I stare mesmerized until his gaze falls on me and I quickly look like I'm actually working. Huh maths ugh. Sometimes I wish school was all lunch so I could hang out with Ian the whole time.

Finally four gruelling periods later it was time to be with Ian.
"Hay Amy how was science?" Ian asked as I hauled my bag under the table where we sit.
"Sciencey as usual."
Lunch is almost over and Ian still hasn't asked me to prom. Its only a couple of weeks away and I know he hasn't asked anyone else.

Several girls have asked him but every time hes politely said no."So are you going to prom?" he says snapping me out of my daydreaming."Um as soon as someone asks me yes but it doesn't look like it at the moment'' I make an exaggerated sigh just to drop another hint that I'm waiting for him to ask me and not one of the other hooligans at our school. Hes starring up at me through his eyelashes smiling huh I could look at that face all day.
"Well I was woundering if you would mabey like to go with me?" His shy tone told me why hed taken so long to ask me."