Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically escritura this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 año old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 año old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 año on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave inicial and find help herself.
So yeah, if tu liked this, please comentario and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 año old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 año old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 año on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave inicial and find help herself.
So yeah, if tu liked this, please comentario and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure amor was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from día to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But amor was still there, although destroyed por many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and corazón full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be leche and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
amor was still there, that pure amor that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of amor was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure amor was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from día to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But amor was still there, although destroyed por many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and corazón full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be leche and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
amor was still there, that pure amor that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of amor was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He dicho kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think tu will"
I dicho sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas tu cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He dicho kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think tu will"
I dicho sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas tu cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
