Once upon a time there was a girl named Evangeline Lovesky and all she wanted was to have friends, but no one wanted to be her friend because she was a princess and they thought that if they made her angry she would have them killed. But she was very nice and would not. Evangeline was about 5' tall and was 13 years old and has beautiful golden hair about to her waist. One दिन she was bored an decided to take a walk. She walked all the way from the castle, past the market, and all the way to a small corner of houses surrounded द्वारा fields. These were the farmers houses, though the farmers were not there, they were selling things at the market. There wives या children might be घर though, thought Evangeline. She walked all the way around them and did not see sighns of any people inside. So she walked inside the house that कहा "Wheat". As she opened the door it squeaked, also the floor was old and dusty. She walked around and as she suddenly turned a corner a boy, with short brown hair, very old and tattered clothes, and no shoes ,flew around the corner from behind a small door with a shotgun pointed at her. Evangeline was very scared and screamed, the boy was frightened द्वारा her scream,
and set the shotgun carefully on the ground. And कहा "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's alright, it's not like आप shot me या anything." Evangeline sighed.
replied "Also I am very sorry for intruding." Evangeline curtsied politely.
The boy chucked and thrust his dusty had toward her "Hi my name is oliver, आप don't look like आप are from around here, what's your name?"
"My name is Evangeline ...Evangeline lulu ." she made up a fake last name, she didn't want him to know that she was the princess या he would hate her for sure.
they talked for a while and Evangeline was very happy to have any kind of friend-she didn't care if they were ugly, poor, rude, unsociable-as long as they wold keep her company she didn't mind.
he glanced at the time "oh no!" कहा oliver.
"you have to go now Lulu" he wanted to be polite so her called her द्वारा her "last name"
he shoved her out the door "hurry!"
"wait...can i see आप again?"
"...you can only come here at this time every week not any other time got it?"
"Alright" Evangeline कहा delighted.
so she walked all the way back to the castle.
when she got घर she saw her father-the king talking to one of the servants. Evangeline never got to see he father becaus ehe was always busy running the kingdom.
"Daddy!" she कहा in a high pitched tone.
"where have आप been all दिन Evangeline Lovesky!" he screamed harshly
"but daddy I...I made a friend..."
"you dont need any फ्रेंड्स besides the maids now stop being a bother and go to your room for the rest of the night." he कहा as he haistily exited the room.
the maid that he was talking to brought Evangeline to her room and locked the door. Evangeline didn't have रात का खाना that night.
and set the shotgun carefully on the ground. And कहा "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's alright, it's not like आप shot me या anything." Evangeline sighed.
replied "Also I am very sorry for intruding." Evangeline curtsied politely.
The boy chucked and thrust his dusty had toward her "Hi my name is oliver, आप don't look like आप are from around here, what's your name?"
"My name is Evangeline ...Evangeline lulu ." she made up a fake last name, she didn't want him to know that she was the princess या he would hate her for sure.
they talked for a while and Evangeline was very happy to have any kind of friend-she didn't care if they were ugly, poor, rude, unsociable-as long as they wold keep her company she didn't mind.
he glanced at the time "oh no!" कहा oliver.
"you have to go now Lulu" he wanted to be polite so her called her द्वारा her "last name"
he shoved her out the door "hurry!"
"wait...can i see आप again?"
"...you can only come here at this time every week not any other time got it?"
"Alright" Evangeline कहा delighted.
so she walked all the way back to the castle.
when she got घर she saw her father-the king talking to one of the servants. Evangeline never got to see he father becaus ehe was always busy running the kingdom.
"Daddy!" she कहा in a high pitched tone.
"where have आप been all दिन Evangeline Lovesky!" he screamed harshly
"but daddy I...I made a friend..."
"you dont need any फ्रेंड्स besides the maids now stop being a bother and go to your room for the rest of the night." he कहा as he haistily exited the room.
the maid that he was talking to brought Evangeline to her room and locked the door. Evangeline didn't have रात का खाना that night.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one आप प्यार in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the अगला दिन will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my प्यार ...is my rival....Time has stopped to आप as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've लॉस्ट almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if आप keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... या one दिन you'll snap
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so तत्पर, तेज, स्विफ्ट
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow आप take life's अगला test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not गाना loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. या maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so तत्पर, तेज, स्विफ्ट
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow आप take life's अगला test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not गाना loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. या maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
This is a song inspired द्वारा Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story पोस्टेड here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written द्वारा a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen एंन्जल्स always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken तितलियों with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written द्वारा a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen एंन्जल्स always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken तितलियों with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good दिन sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my पुस्तकें to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good दिन sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my पुस्तकें to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve साल old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays पियानो and गिटार and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!