This is just a little story that may continue, but is dedicated to AnimeChicks_ANB, known as Amanda for her inspiring details, and great friendships, Hope you all love it. The little noted keys strummed slowly, with the room silent, echoing the stirring and elegant notes, that could cause the guest to swoon. The notes were simple, gentle, and the master playing it all was not only great at piano, but also great at disappearing. Standing and using the pedal of the piano, not uttering a word, sat there was Amanda Bekett. The beauty of her was so uncommonly with distractions and curiosity, not one couldn't behold her. Quiet and lonesome, her days meant of dead silent plays on the piano, where her empty pale face, with her eyes closed, made everyone wonder..... Who was this girl? Born in the estate town of England, this girl was the crying matter of anti-social. But no one would let her down, she had a strong will and power to ignore every monstrous compliment of insult. Considered a weed. But all she did was clasp her two fingers to her lips, and smiled the saucier smile that could hypnotize everyone, causing her life to be even more drastic than usual. Called by royalty, that it. She didn't care. What do you think? Feedback?
Her own eyes were blinded by succeeding victory. This girl could win the heart of anyone by strumming those delicate keys. Living in an fancy, established mansion that dated back into the 1600's, they place seemed lost in time. The veil, lace covers were everywhere, and black concealed the place and wrapped it up, making it very alluring. Amanda only sighed by the sight of her window, that ceased to have a great view of her piano playing, the sight of the roaring waves, settling closer by her. She touched the soft, designed glass, trying to reach for some sense of freedom. But her pale skin felt cold against the frigid glass. Amanda was never free Feedback?
You too Amanda...I've decided to do some stories for dedication, it brings character. it turned out pretty good.
The room was do still, yet she still heard her muffled breathing, reaching for escape. Her mind reeled of a day would embark on a treacherous journey where her life hangs in the balance, not in a puffy, silk dress. She clenched her fists tightly, waiting for a voice to enter the room to silence and make her day memorable. Then the doors slammed, making the trinkets on the door stammer and sway from side to side. "Miss Bekett."the voice said, low and clear. But Amanda didn't squeak a sound just a sway of her hand, signaling to come in.
I like it but, if you're trying to spell my last name it's Beckett. But if you're doing Bekett I'm great with that.
The creaking doors stayed in the room, slightly bending for an amount to escape, but she just tilted her head toward the man, Butler James. Butler James, the oldest of the butlers that stayed at the Bekett manor. Aging caused him to look frail, but actually, by size, he was still tough as nails.He wore his tightly dressed uniform of a flowing suit and bowed, a gesture common. "Miss. Excuse me for the interruption."he sighed miserably. Amanda just nodded and curried the bow, making him sweat a bit. "As you can see, we have found out some terrible news."he said politely. Amanda actually gazed at his face, his stubble of grey hair trembling. She wanted to know. I shuddered,"Well, it seems that your mother, Miss Empira, has gone into labor." Amanda's eyes actually widened, which was a sight to see. She wondered why her mother would ask another child, she thought of only one child was acceptable. But Amanda sneered to herself, siblings mean competition. Feedback?
Amanda always feared of competition. Her old pals would always play, but she would just ruin it all. The mind of Amanda's was bizarre, a real treat for someone will that curiosity, but she just sighed it away. Butler James bowed,"I must so Miss, for a must attend to help your mother on her gruesome stage."And he headed out, the doors closing behind her. Amanda was about to reach out, but her mind couldn't let her. Gruesome is a word that defines pain, and pain is created for Amanda. When only she speaks a few, he days are spent on lonely hours, playing the piano, the delicate white piano, that attained to heart, each note connecting to it, but it didnt seem to anyone, they were just a blur.
._. Idk, she was just made that way, she doesn't go all the WAY about you, I don't know you really well XD lol