Each week I will try to post a story to my blog. here is chapter 1 of reality!
Chapter 1-Dasha, its time.
She trotts along head high, emotionally, head slouching down low.
Again once again hiding her emotion, she knows there's no point, everyone and anyone can she those tears.”Dasha listen.” cindi insisted.
Dasha turned her head away from cindi. “ Dasha your so stubborn, why can’t you just learn to, for once, listen!” before Dasha could say alright cindi was already half way through the school hallway.Dasha sighed then went off to science.
“ Dasha your late again” cried mr Labster, “ meet with me at the school fountain 2pm sharp,” he said with a slight grin on his small bony face.
All the other kids politely laughed to not be heard like ‘Ha Ha off to detention again.’ Dasha stood their embarrassed red face shaky hands.
But this time they were wrong.
She exits the school gates, walks along the concrete slone path to the school fountain. She slowly drifts into a daydream.’Snap’ goes mr Labsters fingers.
“I’m so sorry mr Labster, I didn’t mean to-” “Dasha your not in trouble, I came to tell you-” ‘bling ring’ rung the lunch bell. “ its to public out here we have to go somewhere more private.” He chattered along. “ um.. In the school basement no one ever goes there.” Answered Dasha. “ Good thinking, but Dasha its time.” Dasha’s happy face turn confused. “What do you mean Mr Labster?” “you’ll see.”
The two enter the basement both hiding their scared emotion. Cobwebs hover over them. The window streams open, a gust of wind hits them. “ Here take my coat” “ what generosity.” he lends over his coat to the girl.“Ssso Dasha, I have to tell you something vvvery important,remember there's no pressure, but, the whole world will be counting on you,-” Dasha let out a scream no noise just pure shock “ the whole world that's like-” Cindy's footsteps creaked the floorboards.”7 billion people.” she interrupted “yes” said Dasha annoyed.
“I’m sorry Mr Labster I couldn’t tell her the same way you did.” wined Cindey. “That's ok Cindey.” he forgave. “How did she know about this.?” questioned Dasha. “Well-” “I’m not asking you.” complained Dasha. “She's your only sorta friend.” answered Mr Labster.