Before i begin anything i need to give a big shouted out thanks to my crazy tim tam loving English friend. You kept me going when i didn't want to..and thanks HEAPS for your idea..it made the story what it is.
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WARNING: Some of my chapters offend some. For this i am sorry!
“Its not good news I am afraid. The tumor has come back with a vengeance. We can give you cemo, it may help extend your life by a few weeks, but its no guarantee it will work. I am awfully sorry, I really am”
Once upon a time, in a far away land, a princess sat wishing her prince would come and rescue her. She imagined him to be strong and dashing, and to be riding a trusty steed. He would then whisk her away to a much nicer place then this and she would live happily ever after…..Oh, pff give me a break! If real life was like that then I wouldn’t be were I am today, crying over something lost.
I had kissed enough literal frogs to have my own prince and my own wonderfully blissful life! But I am getting way ahead of myself here. Oh, I must apologize, my parents did teach manners and I know better then to not introduce myself. My name is Arianah Jessamine Emily Bella Lucas. Yeah I know, quiet a mouthful. I think both of my parents were high on the pain killers when they named me. They tell me it’s was because they couldn’t decided on a name, and I should think myself lucky they didn’t add more. Epp the thought of it! Let me take you back, because to understand the end of this story, you will need to understand the beginning.
Woha, that was to far back. That was my parents first kiss, I am not sure if I want to say aww...or go find the nearest bathroom. Let me take you forward a tad to around the time when I got my first crush. I was around 10, and his name was Billy. I did no more then watch him dreamily as he played on the swings during our lunch hour.
Some would say to me jee, you were young getting your first crush. And I agree with them, I was young. But I grew up watching my parents love each other everyday. The picture above is a prime example of what I saw in my household every time they were together. When I was little I would giggle as I watched them, sharing a peck over the dinner table, or holding hands while we watched TV. And they had a look, they would give each other. You know the ones you only share with your partner, the ones that say I have a secret, and only you know what it means. Yeah those.
So it couldn’t be helped for me, I became a romantic, at a young age. Things changed when I got older, though I will explain that later.
Back to my first crush. A month later he became more then just a crush, he became my first ‘boyfriend’. Though I am not sure if I could ever call him that. My best friend at the time bribed him with a chocolate frog, just so he would go out with me.
I was to nervous to speak to him in those first few days, and found myself hiding out in the girls loo during our lunch hour, and sneaking looks at him during class.
He never looked my way though. As Billy, was the class clown. I think that’s why I got a crush on him, he made me laugh. He made everyone laugh, with the exception of Miss French. She would just get annoyed. Now I think about it, I can see why.
One afternoon, during free time in class I went over to Billy, who at the time was messing around with his mates, with all my courage I mumbled a hello. He looked at me, then went back to mucking around, ignoring me.
A little confused and very hurt that he would ignore me, his girlfriend, I demanded he come play with me. I remember the words clearly “No, I don’t want to” was his reply. I cried the rest of the afternoon.
3 days later Billy broke my heart. I saw him sharing his lunch with the new girl, Charlene. I decided there and then that I didn’t like Billy anymore, and that he wasn’t my boyfriend. I don’t think he even noticed that I didn’t pay him anymore attention, but I still wonder to this day, if Charlene had to bribe him with a chocolate frog.
I had other crushes, lots of them, but my next big one came when I was in my first year at high school. He was my first kiss…