**Ok, so um....I love to write, but I'm not really good at it. When I write stories, usually I can't write more than 2 pages. Sad, huh? Anyways, an urge has come over me to write. This is pretty much just something at the top of my head..so here goes....
Faye
My hair was plastered to my face, and my dress clung to my slender body. Did I care? Honestly, I didn't even notice. In fact, I was more or less focusing on running through a dark, creepy forest in the middle of the night... and in the middle of one of the worst storms we had had in the last year. Not to mention the fact that I had an unwanted pursuer. Of course, at this time Monday, I had no idea what I was about to be involved in....
(Same Day)
Juniper
I woke up that morning at dawn, and imediately wishing I hadn't. I'm an early riser, and love to watch the sun rise. But what sun? All I saw were mad storm clouds, and the flash o f lightning in the distance. There was no going back to sleep- I was officially awake. I began to get dressed, putting on my favorite sky- blue dress, and making my bed. When I was done, I walked over to my dresser. On it was a hairbrush, washing basin, and a small box that held my jewelry. It was crude, but I absolutely loved it. It had been in my family for generations, and hopefully it would be for generations to come. I opened it, and took out my turquoise ring, and slid it onto a ribbon of the same color. My reflection stared back at me as I carefully tie the ribbon a round my neck, and arrange it so that it hides underneath my dress. I study myself in the basin of cool water. I have dark, dark brown hair- its almost black. It hangs straight and smooth, past my shoulders and to my waist. I like it like this. It hides my face. People say I'm timid, and I guess I am....in a way. I make up for it with my talent of herbs. My name fits me well-Juniper, not really a herb, but it does have its uses. I continue to study myself. I have slender body, and I'm small. I have a more tan complexion than my mother does, but I really don't look like my father or mother. The thing that really stands out about me, though, are my eyes. They're oval shape, and are a startling, smoky grey in color. I have yet to see a person with even the same color as mine, and I doubt I will. You never know, though. Making one last inspection of myself, I figure that something is missing. Opening a drawer, I pull out a small barette. Pinning back the left side of my hair, I look in the bowl one more time. Perfect. I nounce down the stairs, eagerly awaiting my day.
**Ok, so that's Juniper's part. If I post again, the main part will be Faye's. Open for suggestions!! Please don't forget to take the poll1 Hope you enjoyed!