Post by scinasari on Jun 4, 2006 11:23:13 GMT -5
Juliana sighed. She was going home, with her family. But only if she could do one thing right - make this performance perfect, make it... right. But she would get the blame if anything had gone wrong, a single thing. She needed... she needed a friend to help her. To help her prove she is capable of doing something, anything, the right way. But who would do anything for her? No one really knew her, no one, except her family... and she had begun to think that they didn't know the real Juliana Corente either.
She sat on her bed, and scribbled some notes. She drew a picture of her home, or at least what she remembered it to be like. She hoped to hear a sound, any sound, even the sound of a bird landing on a tree. But everything was still, and she had the feeling she was the only one in the world, the feeling she had all her life. Until, of course, she got the note from her parents saying they would come.
Juliana had waited so long for them to say they would come, but when they finally did, she was overwhelmed with fear. Of what, she did not know, but she simply was. And worst of all, there was no one to tell her it was all right, no one to tell her she was going to make it through perfectly. Not even her mother.
She sat on her bed, and scribbled some notes. She drew a picture of her home, or at least what she remembered it to be like. She hoped to hear a sound, any sound, even the sound of a bird landing on a tree. But everything was still, and she had the feeling she was the only one in the world, the feeling she had all her life. Until, of course, she got the note from her parents saying they would come.
Juliana had waited so long for them to say they would come, but when they finally did, she was overwhelmed with fear. Of what, she did not know, but she simply was. And worst of all, there was no one to tell her it was all right, no one to tell her she was going to make it through perfectly. Not even her mother.
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