6. She's so caring!
And she ended up with the hot cat. SO lucky :)
5. Big breasted and ginger. What more do want?
Oh, come on, when is Ichigo going to notice her????
4. Pink Flower
She's not big chested, not curvy or just plain pretty but that determination has grown on me, even if she is obsessed with sasuake and made naruto promise... yeah, i'll calm down now.
3. The cutest girl ever.
Yeah, she's too cute for words. I wanna hug her...
2. ARE YOU A VAMPIRE?
I'm sorry, I couldn't resist asking.
1. Queen of speed!
She's one hot cat and she knows it. Don't mess with her or else you will be crying over spilt milk. :)
Here's some others that wouldn't fit into my list :P
There's loads more but I have an important life to live (hah!) and don't have time to post all of them. I'm sure you have faves to look at so I won't bother.... Have a nice day, PEACE OUT! :)
No comments, not followers I'm so alone... *cries in corner*
But I still have my doggie, she's looking at me weird cuz I'm laughing. I'm sorry, she has the cutest big brown puppy dog eyes and she's just too cute! Aren't you? Yes, you are.
Anyway, since I'm nice I'm gonna give you the next bit of the story, I haven't given it a name yet but I will when I finish it. Or maybe I won't. Meh, I'll come up with one eventually.
music? check. story? coming up. Popcorn? yup. Off you go then...
The next thing I knew I was in a clean bed with new clothes and my hair wasn’t itchy. I looked around and saw a plain but pleasant, white washed bedroom with and en suite. The only things in the room was a bed, made of wood, a medium sized wardrobe, a bookshelf, a window and hanging from the ceiling was a punch bag. I frowned and looked in the en suite, it was again white but with a few decorative blue tiles. It was quite big for an en suite. I went back into the bedroom, which I guessed was now mine and looked out of the window. Outside I could see Big Ben and saw it was 9 o’clock.
The tears wouldn’t come. I had dried myself out.
The sky wasn’t cloudy or grey. It wasn’t raining. Why hadn’t the world stopped? Why was I even here? Ryan was gone, why was the world still moving?
I stared at my two hands, last night they were grubby but they were clean. I wanted to see my self. In the bathroom was a mirror. And I saw my clean reflection for the first time. I had Ryan’s little nose, face shape and mouth but I had different hair. It was not short but glossy, like the male celebrities in magazines. Would I still pretend to be a boy? I probably could for a few years but why? Life, with rich people, was equal between men and women, right?
I remembered the man who had taken me in his arms. I tried to remember what he looked like but I had never glanced at his face. I wondered if he was in this house.
The bedroom door opened, “Miss, are you ready for breakfast?”
I blinked; at the door was a middle aged woman with short brown, tied back into a loose bun. Had she really called me miss?
I tried to answer with a straight face, “Should I get dressed first?”
The woman nodded, “The clothes are in the wardrobe, please come down to the dinning room when you are dressed. Please brush your hair first and wash your face.”
She closed the door without another word and without anything better to do I decided to do as she said.
Then I saw the clothes.
And my face fell.
The people in this house were mental. Completely barmy, barking bedlam.
But since I didn’t have anything else to wear and you can’t exactly see rich people in your pajamas, I put on the frilly pink dress and looked in the bathroom mirror. Oh, the shame. I promised myself that I would never wear a pink frilly dress and pink ballet shoes ever again.
I opened the door slightly and was gob smacked by the amount of stairs there was. The man must have been very strong to carry me up all this way. Then I saw more stairs above me. How big was this freakin’ house? The walls were a nice dark wood and the floor slightly lighter, covered in long exquisite carpets that I never thought existed.
I took a baby step into this maze of a house and made a slow but sure way down into a hallway. I was in a long room, with lots of doors. I heard someone say something and turned to my left. It was the man from last night. Although I had never looked at him, I recognized him instantly.
I took a deep breath, “Thank you for bringing me here. You’re right; if I’d stayed there I would have died.”
He was dark skinned and serious faced, with muscles to rival the hulks. But he had a kind, soft smile and his voice was low but gentle, “I am sorry about your brother. Maybe he will run. My boss is waiting for you. No matter what, say you will work hard.”
I nodded and he let me into a quite large room with a round dinning table, the room was light and homely but something was fishy.
The round table was set for two, one seat taken by a reasonably old man with a few light wrinkles around the edge of his eyes and forehead. His smile seemed awkward and new to him and didn’t reach his cold grey eyes.
“Sit down.”
I did as he said but reluctantly.
“You will be trained to protect my granddaughter and keep her safe; her safety will always be above your own. James, the man behind me will train you. I accept no mistakes. Understand?”
I nodded, I didn’t want to go back to the train station, and said “I will work hard.”
He looked satisfied so I started to eat and grinned but kept up my manners. Did bad manners count as a mistake? I wasn’t about to take any chances with this sly fox of an old dude. He took a fag out of his pocket and I ignored him. I didn’t know what I was eating but it tasted good. I glanced behind the man, expecting to see the man who had helped me but instead I got a bit of a shock.
It wasn’t a man. It wasn’t even tall. It was a boy. The old dude had called him James. But he had said, ‘the man behind me.’
I caught the boy’s eye and he grinned at me. I didn’t dare grin back in case the smoking man was watching me; instead, I just looked away. James face was engraved in my mind; he was just an ordinary boy wearing a suit. What was special about him? How would he train me?
I took another quick glance and I hoped he didn’t notice, this time I took in his appearance. He had a messy mop of dark brown hair that covered a bit of his face but if I looked closely, I could make out his sea blue eyes.
The old dude spoke, “James will take care of you when you are in the house. You are only allowed to leave if I give you permission.”
I stared him straight in the eye, compared to the men I had met in London, this dude was nothing. He looked pleased at my rebellious eyes and nodded to James.
I looked for the dark skinned man but I couldn’t see him anywhere.
“Looking for Bones?” James asked, in a sing song voice.
I nodded, even if this boy had a trust worthy face, didn’t mean I could trust him right away. “Is Bones the dark skinned man who brought me here?”
James answered, “Yeah. You were asleep in his arms, too. You looked a bit scruffy, no offence.”
“None taken,” I shrugged, compared to James, last night I was like mud under his shoes.
“What’s your name?”
I hesitated, over the years I had forgotten my own name and made up my own. But I had never forgotten my little brother’s name; I knew he was called Ryan. But I don’t know why. I looked so much like a boy, I gave myself the first boy’s name I had seen in the papers and ‘Fisher’ was a fake last name that Z had given the two of us. But I had never told Ryan that. I wanted him to think he had an identity.
I could have told James I had no real name, that I had pretended to be a boy for as long as I could remember but I didn’t. I didn’t want to look pathetic.
I came up with one on the spot, “Sarah Ford.”
He grinned again, “That’s a nice name. I’m James, James Charles Harry Tom Kingston, at your service.”
I frowned, “Can I just call you James, James Charles Harry Tom Kingston because that is too hard to remember.”
He giggled, “That made no sense.”
I rolled my eyes, “Whatever, I’m calling you James. Your name is too long.”
He laughs even louder and I tried to ignore him but I laughed with him. I realized the entire conversation was going to his pace and that I had never met a boy like him. But I was sure he had met a girl like me before either. He stopped laughing at me and I stopped to, knowing that I couldn’t make a mistake, I saw he was looking dead ahead at a little girl.
The girl had the same light blonde hair as Ryan and she had his big brown eyes. I had to run. I couldn’t stay in this cold hearted house any more. But then James looked at me and I looked in his blue eyes that said to me, “Where would you run to?”
I took a deep a breathe, nodded and looked away. James could read me like an open book. It was a strange feeling but I was good to know I wasn’t on my own any more. It was a comforting feeling.
The girl ran up to us but ignored James and hugged me, “You’re my sister now. My big sister! ‘Kay?”
I nodded.
She smiled like a star and James grimaced, I took it as a sign that this girl was bad news.
“What’s your name?”
James took over and bowed, “This girl is called Sarah Ford, Miss. I have been ordered to train her for you.”
She pouted and said bossily, “Get on with it, then! What are you doing standing around?”
James inclined his head politely, which hid his highly irritated face and dragged me up the stairs.
Writing is like pouring out your blood, seriously. I'm tired, I hope you liked it and that's me done for the day. :)
