The Truth About Heaven, chapter 1
"...98...99...100!" Bryony sat on the edge of her bed peering out of her window, counting the soft white snowflakes that were beginning to fall outside. She smiled to herself, knowing how she had life easy. Her long blondish hair was left to flow naturally by her sides.
Bryony wasn't like other girls. She appreciated life, and everything it had to bring. She never bothered with make-up, or trying to fit in. Half of her clothes didn't match, and she, more than often, wore odd socks. Bryony had made a lot of friends through her kind and unique personality, she had quite a bit of confidence and her friends loved her for it.
A large yawn escaped from her lips, warning her it was time to sleep. She took one last look at the snowstorm beginning to form, and closed the curtains. Bryony got undressed and climbed into bed. A peaceful silence took hold of the bedroom.
The entire room was enveloped in darkness. The moon was still half visible behind frosty snow clouds. A blatant noise disturbed the silence. Monday... MONDAY? She reached out and turned off her alarm clock. 6:30... Another week of school.
Bryony was the kind of kid that was good at nearly everything. All the teachers loved her. She never meant to be that good, and particularly get called a 'swot'. But that was just the way things were, she was fortunate enough to have this gift.
*Later that day, Bryonys P.O.V*
I was sat outside the school gate feeling absolutely browned off. I don't mean a bit fed up, I mean practically crying like a small kid. It was the day of the Rodeo show, and everyone I knew would be there - except me.
When I swung the bucket and my arm hurt, I just said Ouch! and took no more notice, but you can imagine my feelings when I woke up the morning before the show with an arm like a Swiss roll.
Mummy says I should go to the show anyway, but there's no way I'm going to just watch. If I go, I go to ride. All my friends will be riding, they think I'm being pathetic by staying at home, but I don't feel like humiliating and degrading myself in front of the new scenester boy. Adam. I only just met him today, I had to hide half of myself behind Yazy, to prevent him from seeing my king-size arm.
Today was the first day I actually started to care what I looked like. I hope I looked okay. I should try and refrain from wearing my jodhpurs and boots in public from now on.
Bryony wasn't like other girls. She appreciated life, and everything it had to bring. She never bothered with make-up, or trying to fit in. Half of her clothes didn't match, and she, more than often, wore odd socks. Bryony had made a lot of friends through her kind and unique personality, she had quite a bit of confidence and her friends loved her for it.
A large yawn escaped from her lips, warning her it was time to sleep. She took one last look at the snowstorm beginning to form, and closed the curtains. Bryony got undressed and climbed into bed. A peaceful silence took hold of the bedroom.
The entire room was enveloped in darkness. The moon was still half visible behind frosty snow clouds. A blatant noise disturbed the silence. Monday... MONDAY? She reached out and turned off her alarm clock. 6:30... Another week of school.
Bryony was the kind of kid that was good at nearly everything. All the teachers loved her. She never meant to be that good, and particularly get called a 'swot'. But that was just the way things were, she was fortunate enough to have this gift.
*Later that day, Bryonys P.O.V*
I was sat outside the school gate feeling absolutely browned off. I don't mean a bit fed up, I mean practically crying like a small kid. It was the day of the Rodeo show, and everyone I knew would be there - except me.
When I swung the bucket and my arm hurt, I just said Ouch! and took no more notice, but you can imagine my feelings when I woke up the morning before the show with an arm like a Swiss roll.
Mummy says I should go to the show anyway, but there's no way I'm going to just watch. If I go, I go to ride. All my friends will be riding, they think I'm being pathetic by staying at home, but I don't feel like humiliating and degrading myself in front of the new scenester boy. Adam. I only just met him today, I had to hide half of myself behind Yazy, to prevent him from seeing my king-size arm.
Today was the first day I actually started to care what I looked like. I hope I looked okay. I should try and refrain from wearing my jodhpurs and boots in public from now on.
