Posted

Nov 30th 2007

Mood

Artistic

Okay, so I'm not sure how many of you know, but I'm writing a book It isn't really that far along and it probably isn't that good, but I'll post it on here to let you guys read it so you can give me ur input...here is the first chapter btw if u've read Kaiya's book then u'll notice this is like a prelude (???) to her's it's the story of the character Sienna's life before she met the main character in Kaiya's book here goes nothin!



Chapter 1
My name is Sienna, and I am 17, well sort of. It all started on my 15th birthday. Not the day after, not the day before, but the day of. I mean couldn’t they have chosen a different day? So, it was the day of my birthday, December 13th, and I was so excited. I woke up that morning, but it didn’t quite register until I was brushing my teeth.
“Yeah baby! It’s my birthday,” I screamed running through my house.
“Um, honey, you just got a phone call from someone named Vincent, and he wants you to call him back on this number.” My mother said handing me a piece of paper.
A look of perplexity crept across my face, “But mom, I don’t know anyone named Vincent.” But my mother was already walking away. Who the hell is this random guy calling me? Does he have the wrong number? I AM SO CONFUSED!!!
Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by my cell phone ringing.
“Hello?” I said.
“IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!!” my best friend, Audrey screamed.
“I KNOW!!!” I replied.
“Alright so me, Jamie, and Chloe are coming to pick you up to take you to the movies okay?” Audrey told me while at the same time trying to add the polite question to make sure it was okay.
“Let me ask my mom, hang on.” I stated, hoping that my mom wouldn’t mind. “Mom? Can I go to the movies with Audrey, Jamie, and Chloe? They want to take me out for my birthday.” I asked my mother in the sweetest “please mommy” tone of voice I could muster. The response I got shocked me more than any of the other things that happened that day. My mother is the ever-polite, ever-happy, and ever-articulate woman that you see in those fancy restaurants teaching her children how to eat, sit, and speak properly, but at this moment something was very wrong.
MY MOTHER GRUNTED!!! She literally said, “Meh.” SINCE WHEN DOES MY MOTHER KNOW THE MEANING OF MEH???? Alright that’s it, now I KNOW something is wrong.
“Mom, is that a yes?” I asked just to make sure I hadn’t imagined the grunt.
“Yeah sure whatever,” my mother responded.
First of all, my mother grunted, and then she said, “Yeah”. I used to get 10 minutes time out every time I said yeah, and now my mother was using it as if she’d used it her entire life. Then, my mother said WHATEVER. Every time I say whatever I get this 10 minute long lecture about how there are better words to say what I am trying to. Now, it was time to double check that I wasn’t seriously going crazy, and that instead my mother was.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I responded to Audrey. At that moment I waited to hear the ever-annoying lecture fly out of my mother’s mouth, but what I heard was more annoying than if my mother had given me the lecture. IT WAS SILENT! Since when is mom silent? She’s not. Maybe something else happened this morning that she hasn’t told you about. Maybe she will tell you if you ask her. Well here goes nothing!
“Audrey, I gotta go I’ll see you when you get here!” And with that I hung up the phone.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked truly concerned.
“Nothing, there are just some things I need to tell you, but I haven’t quite figured out how to tell you yet. You run along and have a good time, but know that when you come back we must have a serious conversation.”
“Um okay mom now I’m freakin’ out. Please tell me what the hell is going on!”
Did I seriously just say “freakin’ out” to my mother, and did I really just say hell to her too. Oh crap! I’m dead!
“Please don’t worry. Just go ahead and have a good time, and I’ll explain everything later.”
“Okay if you say so.”
I went upstairs and put on my strapless push-up bra and my favorite purple shirt that my sister had given me for my last birthday. I searched my room for some pants. And right as I found my favorite jeans, there was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Who is it?”
“Duh! It’s me!” came the comforting voice of Audrey.
“Oh come on in”
“What’s with your mom? She didn’t even look at me when she answered the door, and when I said, ‘hi’ she just grunted.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No! I’ve never heard your mom grunt, and frankly I didn’t think she knew how to.”
“Okay, so I wasn’t imagining it. She’s just acting weird, let’s get out of here.”
As we pulled away from my house my thoughts were racing. What is wrong with my mother? Is she sick? Am I sick? Did she really grunt? And then the most important thought of all raced through my mind. Who is Vincent?