I might update later because I have to go to church to "woo the Jesus" off of everyone. But I'm glad you guys like it. And I really hope this goes on and is a hit
Getting out of her velvet, black studded armrest, she walked around the room, and suddenly paced back and worth. What was she doing? She traced her fingers on the locked windows and checked the walls full of exotic treasures to see any could do any damage. Then she spotted, the gleaming emerald mood sword, where it lay at the highest peak of her reach, but she muttered. With her pale eyes nervous, she hurried and gathered some books, trying to stack them, but each one collapsed of her trembling. The doors were locked from the inside out when a person went in, how could Amanda get out? With enough books to reach the mantle shelf on the fireplace that had memories of her childhood, she crouched low and tried spot any witnesses, but she was foolish, no one ever entered her form, barely. She was just another drag for her mother, who now was gonna have a child to ruin Amanda of her love and affection her mother gave her. Her mother, Queen Empira, loved to spread her wealth on all the land. No one was left behind. Her father, King Maximum, was left with only greed and embellishment, beating Empira for such madness, which ached Amanda. Then she closed her eyes, trying to retrieve a memorable flashback. Any thoughts?
The air was breezy and cool, as Amanda let her mother guide through her glossing black hair, as the sand of the beach tickled her skin, and the waves giving that soft, salty, smell. Amanda was enticed by her mother's delicate hands, touching every strand of her hair, cooing her with soft words on how beautiful her hair looked. She was about 8 at the age, but that was 10 years ago. Those were the days she could let her mind be free, sighing as the air made the great sensation of happiness. Her mother said gently,"Now, Amanda." "Yes, mother?"she said in her childish voice, still echoing through her memory, Amanda thought how talkative she was back then. "You see that cliff over there?"her mothers hand gestured the ridged, bloomed cliff that had a destining drop, giving us an exact view of the fall. "I do."I giggled. "Well, I shall tell you, many brave people survived the fall."her voice was so airy. "Really?"her eyes were incredulous. "Yes, but they had the courage, to BELIEVE." "Believe?"Amanda questioned. "Yes, in your heart."her mother touched it softly, Amanda's flat chest booming,"Believing is the only way to succeed." "Yes mother."I quietly added. But her mother smiled and dashed sand on Amanda, making her squeal and through more sand on her mother, as they ran about on the beach, free as an eagle. But she woke up, head shaking. Amanda thought: Shall I stay here forever? But her mind was set, and she kept putting more books, with a face determined. She wasn't going to let that happen.