Alca Taylor sits down waiting for her mother to come home . Waiting , Waiting, Waiting.
Till finally she get's up from her seat and walks towards the door.
I need to study, I need to play the piano, I need to talk to Jeason Jackson.
I need to make friends, I need to help my mother clean. I need to be a lady
The words she must hear everyday from her mother each and every day.
The words she hears from her teachers.
Thees words ring in her ear, and she's sick of it.
She is not much of a 'lady.' She's not classsy in any kind of way.
The girls at school say she's weird, and that she's brain dead.
Witch makes her laugh when to her, being weird is better stupid like them.
When they say she's brain dead it makes her smile since she has the highest IQ anybody has in the whole school, since she get's A's all the time.
Alca reachs the door and opens it. Her smile fades, her eyes look down, and now she has nothing to live for.
"Hello, I am Jeason Jackson, I'm here for Alaca?"
"Alca. A-Le-C-A Alca. " She smiles and faces him, must he be a stupid boy all the time?
Her name was not hard to say, nor was it hard to spell.
"Well Alca, I am here to take you to the Dinner Party at Le Village." His voice rang in her ears.
He was wearing a black suit with a blue shirt , Shoes were black tie up. He had long brown hair that was picked up, his eyes were blue. His tie was lose and he didn't look at all good.
Alca rollded her eyes. "You gotta to be kidding." She said closing the door.
Jeason stopped her and smiled. "Listen Alaca."
"Alca."
"Whatever, I don't want to go with you. I rather go with somebody. . . Classy and kind. But I must go with you so if you please.'
Alca looked at him. He was Willam Jackson the King of Marry Le North son.
She looked at him up and down.
Dumb Boy.
She smiled at him and she smiled back. "Now that you say it that way."
"Yes! This girl will soon be mine."
Jeason though to himself, still smiling he looked at her.
"no.'
Before he could reply , she shut the door on his face and smiled.
She walked to her room, must every guy be as stupid as him? Non of them had what she was looking for in a guy, non of them wanted to know her. They wanted to look and have somebody to work for them while they could sit down and rule.
She wanted no part of that, she wanted no man
She wanted no Man
She took a fast bath and washed her face. She looked in the mirror.
"Pick up your hair, Alca. Wear that pink dress, Alca. Be nice, Alca." She repeated what her mom had told her, in a mocking tone. everyday before school.
She put on her Red and Gold evening dress that opened on the side. She had her Brown curly hair down and she put on High-tops. She's sure nobody will see them.
Even if she they did, who would care?
A maid walks into the room and smiles. The maid was wearing a french maid outfit and it looked tight on her. Witch is was since she grown over the past 2 years and she didn't have any money to pay for a new one.
Alca smiled and turned to face her. "Please tell me I don't need to go with a Jackson."
The maid rolled her eyes and walked towads Alca. "My dear Amira, you must know that the Jackson's is a good family. Oh who we're kidding? They're full of it."
Laughing Alca pulls her into a hug. "I don't know what I'll do what out you."
Alca said, her voice solf and kind.
The Le Village Ball Room,
4:05 PM, At the Hustson's table.
'Mother, not to be rude but... why are we here? We don't like the Jackson nor do we like the Taylor's. " Nunca Confíe En Love says to her mother, with her soft english accent. She had big blue eyes and her red hair was in a brad. She wore a white evening dress with
Snow on the bottom. From on of the top of the top dresses made by Uso-tsuki.
Her mother, queen Hermoso Love smiled and laughed.
"Honey, we don't hate them. . We just . . . Dislike the things they like." She says nodding.
"Yes, that's it. We dislike the things they like." Her mother a somewhat nice women was not as bright as she said she was.
She had a soft English accent, like Nunca's only she uses it to be rude and mean.
While Hermoso uses it for nice speaking and yelling at the help.
Music was playing, people were dancing, they play Bourree II, they sang and danced.
They had lights hunging from one side to another, the doors were cover with this white. . glue? Sheet? Nunca looked at the door tyring to think what it was.
"It's a De Cloe." Said a girl's voice behind her. She had a American accent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~What I wanted to know is, should I keep going or just give up?
Le Village De Le Keyblade,
July 21
2: 23 PM
Alca Taylor sits down waiting for her mother to come home . Waiting , Waiting, Waiting.
Till finally she get's up from her seat and walks towards the door.
I need to study, I need to play the piano, I need to talk to Jeason Jackson.
I need to make friends, I need to help my mother clean. I need to be a lady
The words she must hear everyday from her mother each and every day.
The words she hears from her teachers.
Thees words ring in her ear, and she's sick of it.
She is not much of a 'lady.' She's not classsy in any kind of way.
The girls at school say she's weird, and that she's brain dead.
Witch makes her laugh when to her, being weird is better stupid like them.
When they say she's brain dead it makes her smile since she has the highest IQ anybody has in the whole school, since she get's A's all the time.
Alca reachs the door and opens it. Her smile fades, her eyes look down, and now she has nothing to live for.
"Hello, I am Jeason Jackson, I'm here for Alaca?"
"Alca. A-Le-C-A Alca. " She smiles and faces him, must he be a stupid boy all the time?
Her name was not hard to say, nor was it hard to spell.
"Well Alca, I am here to take you to the Dinner Party at Le Village." His voice rang in her ears.
He was wearing a black suit with a blue shirt , Shoes were black tie up. He had long brown hair that was picked up, his eyes were blue. His tie was lose and he didn't look at all good.
Alca rollded her eyes. "You gotta to be kidding." She said closing the door.
Jeason stopped her and smiled. "Listen Alaca."
"Alca."
"Whatever, I don't want to go with you. I rather go with somebody. . . Classy and kind. But I must go with you so if you please.'
Alca looked at him. He was Willam Jackson the King of Marry Le North son.
She looked at him up and down.
Dumb Boy.
She smiled at him and she smiled back. "Now that you say it that way."
"Yes! This girl will soon be mine."
Jeason though to himself, still smiling he looked at her.
"no.'
Before he could reply , she shut the door on his face and smiled.
She walked to her room, must every guy be as stupid as him? Non of them had what she was looking for in a guy, non of them wanted to know her. They wanted to look and have somebody to work for them while they could sit down and rule.
She wanted no part of that, she wanted no man
She wanted no Man
She took a fast bath and washed her face. She looked in the mirror.
"Pick up your hair, Alca. Wear that pink dress, Alca. Be nice, Alca." She repeated what her mom had told her, in a mocking tone. everyday before school.
She put on her Red and Gold evening dress that opened on the side. She had her Brown curly hair down and she put on High-tops. She's sure nobody will see them.
Even if she they did, who would care?
A maid walks into the room and smiles. The maid was wearing a french maid outfit and it looked tight on her. Witch is was since she grown over the past 2 years and she didn't have any money to pay for a new one.
Alca smiled and turned to face her. "Please tell me I don't need to go with a Jackson."
The maid rolled her eyes and walked towads Alca. "My dear Amira, you must know that the Jackson's is a good family. Oh who we're kidding? They're full of it."
Laughing Alca pulls her into a hug. "I don't know what I'll do what out you."
Alca said, her voice solf and kind.
The Le Village Ball Room,
4:05 PM, At the Hustson's table.
'Mother, not to be rude but... why are we here? We don't like the Jackson nor do we like the Taylor's. " Nunca Confíe En Love says to her mother, with her soft english accent. She had big blue eyes and her red hair was in a brad. She wore a white evening dress with
Snow on the bottom. From on of the top of the top dresses made by Uso-tsuki.
Her mother, queen Hermoso Love smiled and laughed.
"Honey, we don't hate them. . We just . . . Dislike the things they like." She says nodding.
"Yes, that's it. We dislike the things they like." Her mother a somewhat nice women was not as bright as she said she was.
She had a soft English accent, like Nunca's only she uses it to be rude and mean.
While Hermoso uses it for nice speaking and yelling at the help.
Music was playing, people were dancing, they play Bourree II, they sang and danced.
They had lights hunging from one side to another, the doors were cover with this white. . glue? Sheet? Nunca looked at the door tyring to think what it was.
"It's a De Cloe." Said a girl's voice behind her. She had a American accent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~What I wanted to know is, should I keep going or just give up?
Edited by 4Everbee