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here it is! =D what do u think??
I shut my diary, sealed the lock on it, and headed downstairs.
The smell of pork and eggs voyaged through the air and traveled up my nostrils. I inhaled the scent, it smelled so good. And appetizing. I saw my mother frying the eggs. Lisa's my mothers name. My mother is a energy machine, I mean she never sits down. She's tall and skinny like me, the only difference is instead of straight blond hair like me she has a headful of curly black hair completed with very gray eyes. "Hi, Matt," my mother said, calling me by my nickname. I gritted my teeth. She knows I hated that nickname. My whole name is Mattea Anderson. I'm a girl, not a guy named Matthew.
I ignored her. I disliked my mother right now. Not just my mother, my father included. I started toward our balcony and peered out the glass sliding doors toward the blue ocean. There was a current out today. Waves rolled against the sandy beach. I could smell the salty scent of the ocean. It smelled so sweet. Middlespring, Summerview, where we lived, was very peaceful. We lived outside the city's limits, in the country. Middlespring had beautiful beaches, beautiful people, and very nice, big houses. You cannot live in Middlespring and say you're not rich. It costs a fortune to live here. About $350,000 per year.
My peaceful mood was destroyed when I felt a squirt of water on my face. I looked up and saw my little sister, Samantha, holding her BB gun and squirting million drops of tiny water into my face and eyes. "Ha-ha, Mattea, you are surprised!" Samantha said, smiling wickedly, her braces showing. My little sister is a dork. She has long straight red hair and dark blue eyes. Not only does she wear braces, she also wears glasses. For her age, she's tall. Samantha is 5'5 at nine years old. I'm 13 and 5'8. I'm a whole head taller than our father. My mother is the same height.
"Sam, you dork!" I said with a grouchy tone, waving her off. "Take a hike."
"Make me, Matthew!" Samantha said, calling me by my full nickname. I gritted my teeth again.
I got up, roughly pushing Samantha out of the way, and headed to my bedroom. My mother called to me, but I ignored her. I was too ticked off to talk to her anyway. And I wanted to be alone. I opened up my diary again, picking up where I left off. "I'm back, Jessica. . ."
---continued once more.
That is the end of chapter one. click on the link above to read the first part of chapter one.
thanks in advance.
p.s: do i need to improve anything?
- i love books
here it is! =D what do u think??
I shut my diary, sealed the lock on it, and headed downstairs.
The smell of pork and eggs voyaged through the air and traveled up my nostrils. I inhaled the scent, it smelled so good. And appetizing. I saw my mother frying the eggs. Lisa's my mothers name. My mother is a energy machine, I mean she never sits down. She's tall and skinny like me, the only difference is instead of straight blond hair like me she has a headful of curly black hair completed with very gray eyes. "Hi, Matt," my mother said, calling me by my nickname. I gritted my teeth. She knows I hated that nickname. My whole name is Mattea Anderson. I'm a girl, not a guy named Matthew.
I ignored her. I disliked my mother right now. Not just my mother, my father included. I started toward our balcony and peered out the glass sliding doors toward the blue ocean. There was a current out today. Waves rolled against the sandy beach. I could smell the salty scent of the ocean. It smelled so sweet. Middlespring, Summerview, where we lived, was very peaceful. We lived outside the city's limits, in the country. Middlespring had beautiful beaches, beautiful people, and very nice, big houses. You cannot live in Middlespring and say you're not rich. It costs a fortune to live here. About $350,000 per year.
My peaceful mood was destroyed when I felt a squirt of water on my face. I looked up and saw my little sister, Samantha, holding her BB gun and squirting million drops of tiny water into my face and eyes. "Ha-ha, Mattea, you are surprised!" Samantha said, smiling wickedly, her braces showing. My little sister is a dork. She has long straight red hair and dark blue eyes. Not only does she wear braces, she also wears glasses. For her age, she's tall. Samantha is 5'5 at nine years old. I'm 13 and 5'8. I'm a whole head taller than our father. My mother is the same height.
"Sam, you dork!" I said with a grouchy tone, waving her off. "Take a hike."
"Make me, Matthew!" Samantha said, calling me by my full nickname. I gritted my teeth again.
I got up, roughly pushing Samantha out of the way, and headed to my bedroom. My mother called to me, but I ignored her. I was too ticked off to talk to her anyway. And I wanted to be alone. I opened up my diary again, picking up where I left off. "I'm back, Jessica. . ."
---continued once more.
That is the end of chapter one. click on the link above to read the first part of chapter one.
thanks in advance.
p.s: do i need to improve anything?
- i love books