Creative Writing Awakened: The Angel

Well, this is just another one of my random stories I'v started on that's not anywhere near being finished... but I just wanted to see if anyone was in the least bit interested in this story for me to continue working on it.
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She had often dreamed of an imaginary world far away that no one could reach, so Isabella sat on the floor against the mirror, the cold reflective mirror that would never change. She sat with her arms folded around her legs she had brought to her chest. She layed her head down on her knees and let her golden brown hair fall around her knees. Isabella sat there and thought.

The door opened wakcing her back causing her to fall over almost entirely. When she straightened herself, she looked up to see who was peeking around the door.

"Dad!" she screamed as he walked around from behind the door.
"What?!" he yelled back.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking? What if I was dressing?"
"I thought that was what the lock on your door was for," he said playing with the lock on her door's doorknob.
She grunted, looked back up at him and asked, "Well, what did you want anyway?"
"My wife was going out to the mall and wanted to know if you wanted to come along with her."
"OH! Sure!" she said with excitement quickly getting up off of the floor. "Tell her I'll be there in just a sec."

As soon as she had said something, Isabella's dad disappeared around the door. Isabella ran to her closet and picked out a pair of shoes, stuffing her feet in them as she hopped out of the room. She ran to the car where her mother was waiting. Tomorrow would be the last day of school, and Isabell's mother always went shopping on the day right before the last day of school. Her mother would always buy her a totaly new outfit for the last day of school. How could she resist a free wardrobe?

She ran out of the house grabbing up her purse on the way out. She wanted to make sure she had some money for anything else besides her wardrobe. Isabella was pretty sure she would find something else to buy, she always did.

When they arrived at the mall Isabells headed straight for Shirokiya's without even waiting for her mother. Her mother knew where to find her for she always went straight to Shirokiya's. She couldn't help that she loved the store. It had everything she ever wanted.

She reached the store and opened the door. She stoppped, looking to see how far behind her mother was. Her mother was no where to be seen so she went on in.

She looked around from the front to see if they had anything new.

*****(sorry, but I never really got around to planning this whole scene out.... so it just skips to the next day.)*****


Isabella got off the bus more depressed than usual. She thought she would like the attention she got from the other students, but she realized soon that it was only her look. None of the students were really her friends. None of them, fore she had no friends.

Isabella climbed the stairs to the front door and pulled out her key. She unlocked to door and walked in. Closing and locking the door behind her, she fell to the floor and began to cry. She looked at her hands shaking with sadness. She hated herself, she hated her life, she just wanted to die. She wanted to kill herself and rot. Her parents were the only people in the world who loved her.

She threw her backpack in the floor and mad her way to her room. Tears still dripped from her face, and she still shook. She closed the door ad sat with her back against that cold reflective mirror of hers. She loved that mirror. It was her only friend, but it could not return the feeling, so it was no friend.

"If only I could go to that world," she thought aloud through her tears.

She turned around and faced the mirror. She stared deep into her own image.

"I wish I would have a friend as well. If I could go to that world, I could surely make a friend."

She reached her hand out to the cold mirror. Isabella placed her hand on the mirror, and once again stared deep into her own reflection She felt for the cold glass of the mirror, but it was not there. Instead, she felt the warm hand of another grasping her own. Her deep stare withdrawed and she searched for her own reflection. The mirror was foggy and all she could see was the hand grasping hers. The hand began to pull her in. The hand was not forceful, and Isabella was willing.

Isabella semed mesmerized by the whole thing. She stood up and stared at the mirror. Something else besides the hand beckoned her in. She stared for for another moment and then stepped in.

The hand let go as soon as she stepped through. She felt herself falling and everything seemed to be turning. Isabella grew dizzy and her stomach ached. It was dark so it wouldn't make a difference if she closed her eyes. She closed her eyes and grasped her head. All she could do was wait for death to greet her, or whatever else awaited.

After a momet of her thoughts, it became light outside of her closed eyes. She felt herself fall on the hard ground, but she landed without being hurt. She opened her eyes to see a strange young person floating upside down about eight feet off of the ground in front of her.

He just floated there and stared at her cautiously. Only did he move when she did. She moved her hand just a little to get up, and with a sudden movement, the boy snapped rightside up. He still sat staring at her, and she did not move for what seemed a long time. When she finally moved, she stood up, and with a flash the boy appeared right infront of her. Once again she stopped what she was doing and stood there.

She was scared and could sense at least a little fear in the boy. The boy was very cautious of her actions. She could tell he was afraid that she might do something. She saw that his hand was ready to strike her down at any moment. She grew even more frightened as she watched that hand of his.

When she gathered enough courage, she extended her hadn to him. He jumped back unexpectedly with his own fear. After a moment of watching her stand there, he looked confusedly at her.

Soon he slowly and cautiously extended his own hand. He still had his hand ready incase she tried anything. He stood there with his hand extended until she grabbed it unexpectedly. He jerked back just a little until she shook his hand and let go. Once again he stared confusedly at her.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Isabella," she said to him
"Kaeki no ruki," he said sounding confused.
"What?" she asked querking an eyebrow.
"Doshuko wakkei..." he said scrunching his face as if he'd regret something.
He walked closer to her and sighed. She stared back confusedly and grabbed her face. Her eyes grew big as he kissed her. She felt his tongue in her mouth and she becam even more squemish. She didn't even know this guy, and he was already putting his tongue in her mouth?!
She struggled to break free from his grasp. When he finally let go of her she tried to run backwards and ended up on the ground.

"What the heck was that for!?" she screamed at him.
"Sorry, it was the only way," he answered.
"Are you.... Hey! I can understand you!"
"Of course. Kissing you like that was the only way I could get you to understand my language (well, speaking as well as understanding), unless you wanted to drink my saliva, and I don't think that would have communicated through very well."
A quick giggle came from Isabella and she said, "Well, since I can, uhh... speak your language now," she started off, "I'll tell you what I was trying to tell you earlier. Nice to meet you," she extended her hand again. "My name is Isabella."
The boy looked down at her hand, confused once more. "Why do you put your hand out like that?"
"It means several things," she said keeping her hand out. "One of them is that it is a greeting."
"Oh," he said extending his own hand and shaking hers. "Nice to meet you as well. My name is Dat."


© 2004 Lenea Patterson