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Untitled 5“Earth to Birdie. Hey, wake up!” Her brother snapped his fingers in front of her face. Ceara jerked up, then let her head droop back down again. Her fork was propped up in her fingers, slowly slipping towards the eggs on her plate. The previous night had consisted of thirty minute intervals of sleep due to nightmares.Untitled 5 by clockworkscar
Ryan tilted his head to the side to try and get a good look at her face. “You sure you're okay?” She nodded, taking a slow sip of her water. No sense in worrying him further. “So, what'cha think they'll have us doing today?” Aubrey asked, stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth. Gwen shrugged. “Dunno. But I think Mr. P said something about 'training'. Any ideas?” The boys shook their heads. “Maybe he's going to try and teach how to control our abilities or something.” Ceara piped up. Ryan looked
Untitled 4“The rooms are separated by boys and girls. You are not allowed in the other rooms past lights out at 10:30 pm. Understood?” Mr. Peterson asked. There was a mummer of agreement. Ceara glanced at the clocks hanging outside each door. 10:00 pm.Untitled 4 by clockworkscar
“There will be a closet in your rooms full of clothing fitted as close to your size as we could find. Once a week, you will leave your laundry basket outside your room, and our cleaning people will come pick up your clothes and bed sheets to wash. Every other day, you leave your towels from your bathrooms outside to be washed. All good with that?” Another mummer of agreement.
These rooms must be huge to have a closet and bathroom and a bed, Ceara thought excitedly. She had never had a room bigger than her cell, much less to herself. She thought that it might be kind of lonely to have her own room, but also spacious and much more carefree.
Hi!! My nickname is Alice, or Mo if you want. I'm a blooming artist on here and am always looking for advice(constructive criticism. Note I said CONSTRUCTIVE.). Although I may not be that great at what I do, everyone's gotta start somewhere, right? |
Any who. A few facts about me:
I love to write, but I have the problem of having more than one novel trying to be written at once.
I love to read. Nothing like a good 400 something page book on a rainy day.
I'm in a sport called color guard. It's that other side of marching band that throws dangerous objects in the air and hit's themselves in the head if they're not careful.
Art is what I live for. I wouldn't have it any other way!
Music is also what I live for. It's what gets me through all those crappy days and happy days
My username is unusual, I know. Yet, it's quite self-explanatory. Clockworkscar- a scar made by clockwork(Im not really sure what I was thinking when I made this so just bear with me).
I love movie soundtracks, and I also play violin. I suck at composing though, so I'm at a bit of a loss there.
So,thats me! Enjoy.