This is another one of the stories I will try as hard as I can to finish.. Please give all criticism.. It will be appreciated.. thanks! Chapter 1 I squeeze my light green eyes shut as I absorbed the last noises I would hear, the shrill shrieks of the hundreds of people below me, with the wind slashing back my bleache blonde hair.. But I notice one scream out of them all.. A woman, sounds like she is middle aged, she yells as I hit the ground, "See you soon sweetheart!" Then I hit the pavement and everything went black.. I woke up a few minutes later in a pure white room with no doors.. Then a woman with bright beautiful green eyes and luscious blonde hair just exactly like mine.. I gasp at how alike we look.. She smiles warmly at me, "Hi Drew, we've been awaiting your arrival.." I shivered at her voice, which sounded much like my mothers, who died when I was just a five-year-old.. But I'm seventeen now and it happened so long ago.. But I remember it as if it had happened merely yesterday.. "Who are you," I asked, "and where am I?" She simply shrugged it off and said, "That's for me to know, and you to know soon enough.. Now, follow me.." I obediently follow her, wherever she was leading me.. Maybe we are going to a torture room.. Or maybe to show me my mistakes when I was alive, because I knew for sure I was dead, like in movies where the spirits show up and take the guy to the past and show him stuff he could have fixed.. I was hyperventilating when she pushed open two gigantic doors and moved aside, so I could see where I was. I walked into a room where there were about 10,000 kids that looked around 17 or 18.. I was thankful that they all looked around my age.. I watched as a specific guy, with Justin Bieber length dark brown hair, sparkling teeth, and bright blue eyes, about 5'11, stood up, looked my direction and began walking over.. I widened my eyes at the thought of someone as hit as him talking to me, a total tomboy with straight blonde hair, light, dull green eyes, short thin legs, and bony arms.. I realized that he was almost a foot taller than I was, I was a mere 4'9.. I turned to the woman still standing behind me, "Where is the bathroom?" She looked at me funny and said, "Gotta go," she chuckled at her smart comment, "down the hall, take a left at the second hall, then it's the very last door.." I thanked her and took off towards the bathroom, but I stopped when, out if the corner of my eye, I saw it.. A picture if my mother. I rushed over to it and examined the name, "Grace Simmons," my mother.. I gasped as I noticed that the woman who greeted me was the exact same woman.. I rubbed my temples as I turned and walked towards the bathroom again, running into the guy I saw earlier. I gasped and went to run off, when he grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around. I pressed my heels hard into the floor to stop myself. "Hi, I'm Dylan Parks.." He says without fear, doubt, but he says it full with confidence and pride in his smile. Attention!! The next updates might not be as log.. I'll try to make them a good length..
(many spelling mistakes need to be fixed the light green text makes it hard to read and don't advertise on my hunted rp -the dark critic)
(it says bleache instead of bleached I could list everything wrong with this but it would be a waste of my time -the dark critic)
I see, I see... But I meant to put bleach.. I don't put bleached because it doesn't sound right.. Because bleach blonde is her hair color.. And I'm also a first time writer.. But I like the criticism but honestly don't take it well..