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Question : Would you like to read my work in progress?
Chapter One
The small mobile house on 3 Yucca Street was a bit of an eye sore. Its homely gray paint was chipping along side the cracked windows. Tiles from the roof littered the weeds below. The warped wood porch sank to the ground next to a sign baring the words “FOR SALE”. The young girl who lived in this unpleasant house was perched in front of this sign. Her pale pink flats were buried in the dust. Her red hair rippled in the hot breeze as her deep blue eyes focused on the sign as though they were permanently fixed there. She wore a grin that was almost corrupt in a way.
The girl’s starring contest with the sign was broken when she heard a screech similar to a nail on a chalk board. It was her screen door opening. It was merely a metal frame with netting nailed to it.
“Rosalyn? When did you get home?” The lady behind the door starred at Rosalyn with interest. She eyed Rosalyn’s muted green dress, which was draped over pastel purple tights. The lady pulled her head back into the door mumbling something Rosalyn recognized as “Fashion these days…”
“Coming Mother.” Rosalyn sounded less then enthusiastic. She grabbed her school bag from the weed bush in which she dropped it.
Rosalyn walked up her lousy porch. Just as her hand touched the door knob, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle. Her eyes quickly looked down, her foot fell through the porch. “Well, this, this right here, is absolutely splendid!” Of course she didn’t mean this. She lifted her foot out of the newly made hole and proceeded inside.
The inside of the small mobile house 3 Yucca Street was not much better than the outside. The large space that was the living room, kitchen and dining room was the first thing you saw. Too the right was a small hallway with to doors. Rosalyn limped through the first door, which was varnished with posters of guitars and signs such as “Hello Loser”. These signs were posted against Rosalyn’s will.
“You look like bovine finklematter!” a voice yelled as soon as Rosalyn crossed the thresh hold. A girl around 16 years old was in the room. She was wearing dark skinny jeans and a bright yellow tube top. Her hair, like Rosalyn’s, was maroon red. Unlike Rosalyn’s short choppy length of hair, the girls went down to her rib cage.
“Nice observation PBJ” Rosalyn chuckled as she flopped onto her bed, and lie among the pastel colors of her comforter.
“Why must you call me that?” the girl frowned as she sat on the bed in the other corner of the room. Her comforter was bright pink with animal prints. “Well, Penelope is P Belle is B and Jones is J. Shall we review?” Rosalyn smiled at
Penelope, or PBJ as she called her.
“Two more days…two more days”
Rosalyn knew what her sister meant by that. In two days they would be in their new house on the other side of the continent. And they would have their own rooms.
As the sun surrendered into night, exhaustion was present in Rosalyn’s eyes.
Her sister lie in her bed, texting on her phone. The television on the other end of the room was on a cooking channel.
“You should turn that off it’s making me hungry.” Penelope said without detaching her eyes from her cellular phone’s screen.
“We just had dinner.” Rosalyn said hiding the remote behind her pillow.
“Come on put on MTV” came Penelope’s voice.
“You are so cliché American teenager!”
“Your just weird!”
“I am unique, unlike the mindless soul inside of you!”
“WTF is that ‘sposed to mean?”
“Did you just use text talk on me?”
They had their fair share of scrapes.. Which was not fun for their mother. Their mother busted through the door with a choleric expression painted upon her face.
“Stop bickering you two!” The mothers eyes bounced insanely between the two sisters.
“Just go to bed!”
“But it’s only 8:00!” Penelope argued, but her mom ignored and walked away. “Look what you did.”
“Me?” Rosalyn sat up and starred at her sister like she was fatuous.
“Yeah if you were normal…”
“If I were normal I would be an asinine being with no brain of my own, who does what ever everyone else does even if it means selling your soul to the devil! I WOULD BE YOU!” Rosalyn’s rebuttal shot out like bullets aiming plainly for her sisters emotions.
“Just go to bed!” Penelope threw her stuffed animal at Rosalyn but missed by a clear 6 inches. Rosalyn shrugged and collapsed back on her pillow.
Rosalyn’s eyes closed and her mind shut into a deep slumber. She slipped into another world, a dream world. This dream world was so real, too real. She felt the hard cold dirt below her. She smelt the fragrance of the odoriferous pine trees in the air. But where was she? Her eyes opened, and she found herself in a dark forest. Tightly bound pine trees trapped her in a small space. A shuffling sound came from behind her. “Who is there?” Rosalyn jumped to her dreamy feet.
“Friend, Rosalyn Jones, I am a friend.” The voice came from behind a tree, it was hoarse and strained, as though afraid to speak.
“Show yourself… Please.” Rosalyn wa
was circling where she stood. All the feelings she felt, curiosity, anger, peace, none of them were fear. In fact she had a strange feeling of power, a tingly punch of power.
“As you wish Rosalyn Jones.”
The sounds of shuffling pine needles caused Rosalyn to turn toward the source. Large, black hooves came from behind the trees. These hooves supported the strong silver legs of a stallion. Her gaze swung upward, expecting to see the long, graceful neck of a horse. That, how ever, was a false assumption. Rosalyn was astonished, another emotion added to the growing list. Attached to the smoky midriff was the torso of a human, his head sitting upon his broad shoulders He had light, bewildering green eyes. His hypnotizing eyes searched his surroundings and stopped on Rosalyn’s astounded face.
“You, you are a…” Rosalyn stuttered, maybe because she was afraid to offend the beautiful beast, or maybe the words just could not escape her mouth.
“A centaur, yes I am.” the beast
interrupted reassuringly. “My name is Clark ”
“But that, this, it can not be real.” Rosalyn’s thoughts finally poured out.
“Ah, but it can Rosalyn Jones. Certainly more than you can know, dear child” came his wise voice. “Danger stands in your path, Rosalyn Jones.” Clark’s head turned this way and that, as if making sure no one could hear.
“What? What do you mean?” fear was finally added to that long list of emotions. “What kind of danger?”
“Evil, my dearest child, evil” Clark’s reassuring voice began to shake. “An evil that can not be defeated easily, the greatest evil of all.”
“Please elucidate.” Rosalyn was becoming inpatient now, damn emotions.
“The greatest evil lies within, Rosalyn Jones.” Clark took notice to this impatience, but simply went on.
“So I am evil? When did this happen?” said Rosalyn, her head expanding with thoughts and feelings.
Just as Clark opened his mouth to speak, a loud bang shook the ground she stood on. She fell to the ground, it felt as
though a knot was forming in her intestines. Her eyes shut hoping the fear would leave. Then, out of nowhere, the feeling of soft bed sheets and the smell of toasted waffles enchanted her senses. Rosalyn’s eyes opened, and sure enough, she was home. she looked at the clock, it was 6:30 AM.
“Wake up, breakfast is ready.” Penelope jumped on to Rosalyn’s bed.
“What? Who made breakfast?” Rosalyn’s words were slurred a bit. She was trying to decipher reality, which was hard because the only time she ate breakfast was when she got up early enough to make cereal. The fact someone actually made her breakfast was a little unusual.
“Dad, he wanted to start our day off right, I guess. Probably ‘cause he doesn’t want us to have a bad last day at Desert Hills.” Penelope replied, her mouth full of bacon.
“You have terrible grammar.” Rosalyn sat up, her short hair fluffed around like an afro.
“You have terrible hair.” Penelope said trying to pat it down. They smiled at each other and started of
toward the dining room. “what were you dreaming about, anyway?”
“why do you ask?” Rosalyn’s response was quick and loud.
“You flopped around like a fish outa water” Penelope said, a little taken back by her little sisters behavior.
“Oh, did I? Hmm, that’s odd.” Rosalyn said stuffing waffles in her mouth.
When breakfast was finished Rosalyn and Penelope got ready for school. Penelope put on a mini skirt and a skin tight t-shirt that said “YO MAMMA”. Rosalyn draped on a tattered jean skirt over tights that had a pastel pink and muted gold pattern. Her shirt was a mellow gold with lace up sleeves.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Penelope gave a look of disgust when she saw her sisters walk out of the bathroom. “Cute skirt….but tights? Who wears tights?”
“I do.” Rosalyn stated proudly. She grabbed her maroon back pack and headed toward the door. She slipped on her favorite pink flats and proceeded outside, making sure to avoid the hole in the porch. Penelope, however, did not know
of the chasm created by her sisters feet. She fell right through it, snapping the heel of her shoes.
“Crap! My shoes!” she yelled, pushing the detached heel to the rest of the shoes.
“If you didn’t wear nine inch heels this would not have happened.” Rosalyn chuckled as she hopped into their car.
“They are 5 inch!” Penelope snapped. She ran inside and came back out wearing a pair of heels extremely similar to her newly broken ones.
The car ride to their school was always brief. Seven minutes of sand and cacti, then in the middle of the desert stood a large school called “Desert Hills High”.
“See you later!” Their father said, as he drove up to the drop off spot. His brown mustache shook with the words The girls said their goodbyes and headed into the school.
“PENNY!” came a voice once the glass doors opened.
“Sup, guys?” Penelope said jumping into a group of people. It was a blob of laughter and pointless noise.
“Still can not believe she is one of them” Rosalyn said to herse
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Best answer:

Answer by Rock of Life
I like it. Keep up the good work and keep on writing. You’re a very good author.

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