On a chilly autumn night, after the last field was plowed under and prepared for winter, the girl with no name lingered after dark. The work was done, but the quiet field and dancing auroras made her feel like all was right in the world. She didn't want to break the spell by going home. She sat on the split-rail fence, watching the sky.
Suddenly a trail of light streaked down across the green and blue, like a shooting star, so close she thought she could touch it. It landed at the far end of the field by the edge of the forest with a thump she could hear from where she was.

Chelsea wanted to be brave.

When they told her she couldn’t, her vision abruptly grew razor sharp. Her eyes focused on her father’s glasses, which were slipping down his nose. He noticed her stare and quickly fixed them.

“But I…” She whispered. The words were stolen from her breath. Her heart was racing, and her palms were clammy. She brushed her hair off her neck.

“We think it’s best,” Her father continued, “If you do what Sammie did. She’s a wonderful housewife, with beautiful children.”

She hadn’t wanted to be like her sister. She had hoped—

o.o.c: I'm posting this first chapter to see if I get a good response. If you want more, comment.

"Good morning Daniel," a digital-sounding voice said.
"Good morning Eden." Daniel yawned.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Send Jars in, will you?"
"Right away, sir."
"Thank you."

Daniel Norris was eighteen years old. Both his parents had died leaving him an orphan. His parents' will left him the family fortune including the family mansion. The mansion was run by two of Daniel's inventions; Eden and Jars.

He sat there. The ground was hard, rocky. The bench was full at the bus stop where he slept.
A little girl, maybe three or four, glanced at him. He twisted, his joints aching like someone had put lead in his bones, and looked her full in the face. She quickly looked away, giggling. Her mother, who held a baby boy on her hip, clutched her daughter’s hand and glared at him. When he ignored her and smiled at the girl, she stood up sharply.

Notes:

   This has been very much revised compared to my first draft. If you haven't read my first draft, don't; at least not until you've read this one. I am leaving it on apricotpie only for history's sake.

   Thank you Anna for your comment, it has helped me improve this story a great deal. I have hopefully gotten rid of my major problems and added a few characters. (Well, I had them planned before, they just didn't appear until a latter chapter)

There he is sitting all alone,
Desolate, sad, and Depressed,
He is a veteran and now he is home,
But the world doesn't seem to notice.

There's a frail, poor kid in Africa,
Someone gave him a gun and told him to fight,
So to his Mother he says "goodbye, I'll never see you again"
But the world doesn't seem to notice.

There's a beautiful, rich teenager,
Who sits alone on the porch swing,
Her parents, unavailable, are making her die inside,
But the world doesn't seem to notice.

I would love any comments/advice!!
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Rhyming Lines

My mind is filled
With rhyming lines
The rhythm beats
Always just off time

The pen dances
Across paper white
The word’s cliché
The sentence’s trite

I cannot keep back
These jumbled words
My heart would die
So they soar like birds

My emotions show
I don’t go into hiding
When I have a pen
It’s how I do my crying

OOC go check out the song "Written Emotions" by MitiS before you read on. Previous Chapter Nick could hardly contain his mirth. Not that he was trying very hard. He clearly enjoyed the look on the two separatists faces. (let it be noted, Reader, that Milla is a separatist too but doesn't know what's going on) Adren was yelling at Nick, "What are you doing here! Why are you spying on us? Why did you put that note in the book! How did you know I'd find it? You didn't even get my name right!

O.O.C. did anybody notice the notes section below the "Body" box? Maybe that's where i should put the ooc stuff. Previous Chapter Adren literally flew downstairs. Kamor was cleaning the kitchen, and without looking up he said: "I don't know who put that note there, but the name is excellent." Adren was shocked, "What! Someone knew we were here and put that note in the book! We have to find them! What name?" "Teach ar Leith.

o.o.c. this may or may not turn out to be anything remotely considered interesting, let alone intelligent, as it happens to be 1:00 in the morning as i type this. p.s: since last time I've added a class of separatists. functionally enabled or funkies. props L. K. R.

enough chit-chat.

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