It was a long time coming, the girl thought apprehensively. 16 years worth. A long time for her short life. And now? She had finally made a choice. She gazed one last time at the object before her, before taking it from the shelf and opening to the first page. Chapter One: Her Life Has Begun.
Rebecca. A simple name dating back who knows how many years. Her middle name was the feminine form of the male name John and a variation of the name Joan. Her last name was Irish - from the land she longed to return to. Her dream? It was quite simple, dating back to her first memory. To write. She longed for it, craved it with every fibre of her being.
She was born in the year of 1992, a year special to her mother and her siblings. She worked through many hardships, but never once felt her life was more horrible than the person standing next to her. How was one person able to think that? No one knew what the other person had gone through.
The girl looked over to her left. Her friends? She knew only what they wished her to hear. Saw what they only wished her to see. She sighed. Life was so complex, full of ever turning tunnels.
Her brown bangs swept into her face as she glanced back down at the book she carried to the counter. She, at least, knew who she was. She was Becca, a complex person in an even more complex world. Yes, her dream was simple.
She planned to go to University where she would study English Language and Literature for four years, with side courses in Marketing, Philosophy, and History. After she graduated, she planned to go back and study Creative Writing for four more years to improve her writing - should she feel the need. To appease the worries of her mother, she would work in a publishing company, and write to her heart's content on the side.
Yes, her dream was simple for her complexity.
She sighed again. If only she could do all that now... But she knew, deep down, she was not ready to share with the world what lay deep with her heart. Thousands of swirling thoughts, plots, and waiting stories.
The time would come.
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A brief taste of what is Rebecca. 16 years old and waiting for her moment to mark history, neither caring if the mark lasted forever or merely until the day she died. Her interests lay in the pencil and paper she always had near her. Her imagination was a turbulent hurricane waiting to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world.
Her joys lay in her friends, family, and music. She never held back who she truly was with her friends and family. Many times her not holding back ended up biting her in the butt. But she survived, forgave, and remained loyal. Her music was her pleasure, her pain, her way of expressing herself. Whatever she listened to was often a reflection of how she felt, even when she could not see it.
Her art lay locked away in a folder because her mother had yet to buy her a scanner. Her friends and family claimed she had talent, yet she could not accept it. There was always something missing...
Her mood varied based on the situation she was in. She could be sarcastic, and was frequently. She could be emotional, but rarely in the prescence of others. Her happiness shone through many situations and her witty humour brought many back from the edges of despair.
But it was always her dream and those that encouraged that made her progress further than ever. Today? Today she works as hard as she can to achieve that dream.
And life was good.
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When I look you in the eye
Something isn't right
Problems will interfere
And I don't think we'll survive
A fall from up so high
~The White Tie Affair
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Problems won't disappear
When I look you in the eye
Something isn't right
Problems will interfere
And I don't think we'll survive
A fall from up so high
~The White Tie Affair
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"The living beauty of nature cannot be copied, it can only be expressed."
Piet Mondrian
`````````````````
"Cool! Look! A Manatee fart!"
Chris Krat from Kratts' Creatures
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Problems won't disappear
When I look you in the eye
Something isn't right
Problems will interfere
And I don't think we'll survive
A fall from up so high
~The White Tie Affair
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Problems won't disappear
When I look you in the eye
Something isn't right
Problems will interfere
And I don't think we'll survive
A fall from up so high
~The White Tie Affair
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