Post by aliblast on Mar 24, 2010 23:33:07 GMT -5
Hi everyone, I'm new so don't be too hard on me! Lol
I love constructive criticism.
This is my first story... enjoy
Ireland’s Call
Disaster Strikes
“When life gives you lemons, you make apple juice and let the world wonder how you did it.”
I have absolutely no idea who wrote that quote. I just think that it fit my past situations perfectly. I have gone from a hopeless orphan, to assistant, to singer and actor all in the space of two years. I know, it sounds impossible, but it is true. My name is Kaitlin Breigh McLain. I have blond hair and piercing blue eyes. I live in Tampa, Florida. Yes, the land of the sun; however, I love the cold. It delights me and brings me joy. Well, at least it used to do that.
I don’t like it now because it reminds me of the day my parents died. It was cold and we were driving. It snowed (and for all who have ever been to Florida, you know that it never snows). It was a light frost storm, but people who live in Florida have no idea how to drive in the snow. Of course my mom does. She grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio. Anyway, we were driving along and out of nowhere, a huge truck comes barreling down the road. He spun out on a curve and hit us. My parents were killed instantly. I was rushed to a hospital on life support. Well, after that, I lived with my friends from school for three months before my godmother could find the time to come down and get me. She lives in Ireland. My godmother’s name was Sharon Browne.
I didn’t want to go to Ireland. My life was in Tampa, Florida. I didn’t want to leave my college, friends, and church. However, I was to be moved right after school ended for Christmas. I wasn’t a happy camper. Oh well, my last day in college went by much too quickly. I went to my music class where we sang in preparation for the end of the year concert. After that, my friends and I went to the Christmas party. Then we all filed into the sanctuary, performed, and left. I waited in the cafeteria for Sharon to pick me up. I heard my name and spun. There, standing about five feet from me was Sharon.
I smiled and ran to her. Even if I didn’t want to leave, I still loved Sharon. Now, you might be wondering why I would go live with my godmother if I was in college. Well, the truth is, I was broke. I couldn’t afford to stay anywhere, so Sharon took me in.
I had many happy memories including Sharon. She started playing with me from the time I was four. However, when I turned seven, she had to move to Ireland because of her job. Actually, now that I think about it, I had no idea what her job was. Anyway, we left quickly and jumped on a plane to New York. Then we would have a three hour layover until our flight for Dublin took off. I talked to Sharon the entire time and learned so much about her. She asked me questions and we talked for the many hours we had nothing to do.
Sharon told me of her life and how she had experienced such amazing opportunities with her work. Then, I asked what she did. “Well, I am not going to tell you.” I frowned, “Why?” Sharon had smiled and told me that she wanted it to be a surprise. “Oh, and by the way, do you want to be my assistant? It might take your mind off the recent events and a little birdie told me that you needed the cash.” I grimaced at her last statement but agreed and then begged to know what I would be doing. “You’ll probably be doing boring intern stuff like fetching coffee, sharpening pencils, and hanging out with the cute guys.” She smiled slyly. “Excuse me?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well, you know. There are single cute guys where I work.” I grimaced. “Sharon, you know that I am not like that.” She grinned, “ah, but they are.” I pursed my lips, I didn’t date, but I would broach that subject with Sharon later. I just hoped that she wouldn’t do anything of which I wouldn’t approve.
We both fell asleep on the Dublin flight. It was long and tiresome. When we eventually got there, I was awake and looking out in wonder at the rolling green hills, blue locks, and small houses even visible from the sky. I nudged Sharon, “We’re here.” Sharon’s eyes fluttered and she sighed slightly before sitting up. I grinned, “Having a nice dream?” She rolled her eyes at me. “So,” I hesitated, “how are we getting home?” She just gave me a knowing smirk and otherwise ignored the question. I grunted in frustration and just followed her to the baggage claim. Sharon got on her phone and I stood there in complete and utter boredom. There weren’t many people at the airport around four in the morning to occupy myself with critiquing. I spied some men a ways away. There were five of them. One of them smiled and winked at me. I shuddered and turned back to Sharon while vaguely hearing snickers and laughter behind me. My face turned scarlet and I focused my attention wholy onSharon. I noticed that when she was talking on the phone, one of the five guys, the bald one, over yonder was listening. Then he would talk and she would listen. I might be blonde, but I wasn’t stupid. (no offense to blonds... I'm one too!)
I pulled on Sharon’s sleeve and pointed at the group not too far away. She mouthed “thank you,” said a few quick words into the phone, and pulled me forcefully towards the guys. I yelped in surprise and fell over. I heard many running footsteps and felt hands lifting me up. I muttered a thank you, too embarrassed to really say it. I looked up and saw piercing blue eyes filled with concern and silent humor.
I love constructive criticism.
This is my first story... enjoy
Ireland’s Call
Disaster Strikes
“When life gives you lemons, you make apple juice and let the world wonder how you did it.”
I have absolutely no idea who wrote that quote. I just think that it fit my past situations perfectly. I have gone from a hopeless orphan, to assistant, to singer and actor all in the space of two years. I know, it sounds impossible, but it is true. My name is Kaitlin Breigh McLain. I have blond hair and piercing blue eyes. I live in Tampa, Florida. Yes, the land of the sun; however, I love the cold. It delights me and brings me joy. Well, at least it used to do that.
I don’t like it now because it reminds me of the day my parents died. It was cold and we were driving. It snowed (and for all who have ever been to Florida, you know that it never snows). It was a light frost storm, but people who live in Florida have no idea how to drive in the snow. Of course my mom does. She grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio. Anyway, we were driving along and out of nowhere, a huge truck comes barreling down the road. He spun out on a curve and hit us. My parents were killed instantly. I was rushed to a hospital on life support. Well, after that, I lived with my friends from school for three months before my godmother could find the time to come down and get me. She lives in Ireland. My godmother’s name was Sharon Browne.
I didn’t want to go to Ireland. My life was in Tampa, Florida. I didn’t want to leave my college, friends, and church. However, I was to be moved right after school ended for Christmas. I wasn’t a happy camper. Oh well, my last day in college went by much too quickly. I went to my music class where we sang in preparation for the end of the year concert. After that, my friends and I went to the Christmas party. Then we all filed into the sanctuary, performed, and left. I waited in the cafeteria for Sharon to pick me up. I heard my name and spun. There, standing about five feet from me was Sharon.
I smiled and ran to her. Even if I didn’t want to leave, I still loved Sharon. Now, you might be wondering why I would go live with my godmother if I was in college. Well, the truth is, I was broke. I couldn’t afford to stay anywhere, so Sharon took me in.
I had many happy memories including Sharon. She started playing with me from the time I was four. However, when I turned seven, she had to move to Ireland because of her job. Actually, now that I think about it, I had no idea what her job was. Anyway, we left quickly and jumped on a plane to New York. Then we would have a three hour layover until our flight for Dublin took off. I talked to Sharon the entire time and learned so much about her. She asked me questions and we talked for the many hours we had nothing to do.
Sharon told me of her life and how she had experienced such amazing opportunities with her work. Then, I asked what she did. “Well, I am not going to tell you.” I frowned, “Why?” Sharon had smiled and told me that she wanted it to be a surprise. “Oh, and by the way, do you want to be my assistant? It might take your mind off the recent events and a little birdie told me that you needed the cash.” I grimaced at her last statement but agreed and then begged to know what I would be doing. “You’ll probably be doing boring intern stuff like fetching coffee, sharpening pencils, and hanging out with the cute guys.” She smiled slyly. “Excuse me?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well, you know. There are single cute guys where I work.” I grimaced. “Sharon, you know that I am not like that.” She grinned, “ah, but they are.” I pursed my lips, I didn’t date, but I would broach that subject with Sharon later. I just hoped that she wouldn’t do anything of which I wouldn’t approve.
We both fell asleep on the Dublin flight. It was long and tiresome. When we eventually got there, I was awake and looking out in wonder at the rolling green hills, blue locks, and small houses even visible from the sky. I nudged Sharon, “We’re here.” Sharon’s eyes fluttered and she sighed slightly before sitting up. I grinned, “Having a nice dream?” She rolled her eyes at me. “So,” I hesitated, “how are we getting home?” She just gave me a knowing smirk and otherwise ignored the question. I grunted in frustration and just followed her to the baggage claim. Sharon got on her phone and I stood there in complete and utter boredom. There weren’t many people at the airport around four in the morning to occupy myself with critiquing. I spied some men a ways away. There were five of them. One of them smiled and winked at me. I shuddered and turned back to Sharon while vaguely hearing snickers and laughter behind me. My face turned scarlet and I focused my attention wholy onSharon. I noticed that when she was talking on the phone, one of the five guys, the bald one, over yonder was listening. Then he would talk and she would listen. I might be blonde, but I wasn’t stupid. (no offense to blonds... I'm one too!)
I pulled on Sharon’s sleeve and pointed at the group not too far away. She mouthed “thank you,” said a few quick words into the phone, and pulled me forcefully towards the guys. I yelped in surprise and fell over. I heard many running footsteps and felt hands lifting me up. I muttered a thank you, too embarrassed to really say it. I looked up and saw piercing blue eyes filled with concern and silent humor.