Noooo, not mine…..Jennifer M Eaton
To celebrate her Blogiversary, Jennifer has invited her followers to write a story with her and so, I became participant number 9 🙂
You can read all the story on Jennifer’s blog, but here’s my contribution 🙂
“Please Janosc, leave us!” Janelle glared at her brother.
“Very well, I will wait outside.”
Marci watched in awe, as his wings carried him out through the open window.
“I must apologise for my brother Marci, he always thinks he knows best.”
Janelle sat down on the bare wooden floor and crossed her pale delicate legs. Her wings folding elegantly behind her as she lowered herself. She patted the floor and Marci sat down in front of her.
“I’m really confused Janelle, what Janosc said, I…..”
Janelle put her finger to her lips. “Hush child. Janosc was telling the truth. Being Queen isn’t the same for my people as it is for yours. There will be no pretty frock and crown for me.” She hung her head.
“Well don’t do it then.” Marci pleaded.
“Please try to understand Marci, my love for my brother is great, but my love for my people, our whole existence, is greater.”
Janelle got to her feet and walked towards Marci. She put her hand on Marci’s knee and smiled.
“Thank you Marci, for all your help.”
From outside came the sound of laughter. “Marci? Marci?”
“Thats my father!” Marci gasped.
“I must go child.”
Janelle opened her wings and flew up to Marci’s face, where she hovered, her wings beating silently. “Please don’t worry about me child, I know what I have to do.”
Before Marci could reply Janelle flew up to the open window.
“Will I ever see you again?” Marci asked as a tear trickled down her cheek.
Janelle turned and smiled, and with a wave, she was gone.
A tear dripped from Marci’s chin onto her hand. She watched, as it rolled down her finger, then dropped onto the wooden floor, next to the Olden Leaf. She scrambled to her feet, and snatched up the leaf. Taking a small wooden pot from her shelf she placed it inside and wiped her face with her sleeve.
“Marci? Marci? Oh, where is that girl?” Her mother called.
“I’m coming!” Marci called in return and ran down the stairs to great her father.
This will make no sense whatsoever unless you’ve been keeping up with the story lol. My little section is very basic compared to some of the beautiful writing some of Jennifer’s participants have submitted. But I’ve enjoyed the challenge, especially as I’ve never written any YA stuff before.
Do you think I should give YA a go? Or throw in the towel now? Lol
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY JENNIFER – May there be many more to come!