Transformed
Jenna is a 15 year old girl who has a happy life. But then one night everything changed. Witness how she handles the drama of her transformation. Yes she's transformed, but into what?!
(This is my first story so please comment.)
What's life really, but a small existence in a small world?
Every day we come and go as we please, as if the end may never come. But when it does, we look back and see that we have wasted our life's away.
But living in fear of death isn't any better than moving trough life pointlessly!
So were does this leave us then? What's the best way to live?
Well, the way I see it is that we should make it worth-while. That makes it simple.
Do something that will make a difference and enjoy every breath.
Cause life's too short!
Always I have lived with these words to carry me trough what I called my life. Even though, after a while life was no longer a suitable word. No- no, for to have a life, the end must be able to come. And that doesn't count for me anymore. But in any way I still stayed true to my belief in life.
My name is Jenna, and I want to tell you my story.
I was born in (town) _____. My parents loved and cared for me like any parents should.
Four years after my birth my little brother ___ was born. I was very proud of my brother and I was going to be there for him every step of the way. Sure, he could be a pain in the neck sometimes, but that's what siblings are for.
Together we were a perfect, happy family. And my life was a complete and happy fairy tale.
If only fairy tales would last. But we live in the real world, and in this world, fairy tales don't exist!
You see, one night I was walking in my yard in the back of my house.
There was barely any light except for the moon shining trough the leaves. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh evening air. It was a beautiful night.
And then out of nowhere, something hard and bigger than me, flew trough the air and hit me to the ground. Then it picked me up like a flour sack and took off. This all happened so fast that by the time I got my thoughts strait, I was practically flying trough the streets, three blocs away from home, carried by something that held me in an iron grip. I tried to struggle loose, but it was really like I was being held by a rock moving at the speed of 300 miles per hour (Just guessing). There was no use. And yet I didn't give up. I kicked and screamed until I brought myself to exhaustion. I fell asleep in these strange, hard arms.
(The next part is a bit more exiting.)
(O yeah, can you guys help me with the open spaces.)
What's life really, but a small existence in a small world?
Every day we come and go as we please, as if the end may never come. But when it does, we look back and see that we have wasted our life's away.
But living in fear of death isn't any better than moving trough life pointlessly!
So were does this leave us then? What's the best way to live?
Well, the way I see it is that we should make it worth-while. That makes it simple.
Do something that will make a difference and enjoy every breath.
Cause life's too short!
Always I have lived with these words to carry me trough what I called my life. Even though, after a while life was no longer a suitable word. No- no, for to have a life, the end must be able to come. And that doesn't count for me anymore. But in any way I still stayed true to my belief in life.
My name is Jenna, and I want to tell you my story.
I was born in (town) _____. My parents loved and cared for me like any parents should.
Four years after my birth my little brother ___ was born. I was very proud of my brother and I was going to be there for him every step of the way. Sure, he could be a pain in the neck sometimes, but that's what siblings are for.
Together we were a perfect, happy family. And my life was a complete and happy fairy tale.
If only fairy tales would last. But we live in the real world, and in this world, fairy tales don't exist!
You see, one night I was walking in my yard in the back of my house.
There was barely any light except for the moon shining trough the leaves. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh evening air. It was a beautiful night.
And then out of nowhere, something hard and bigger than me, flew trough the air and hit me to the ground. Then it picked me up like a flour sack and took off. This all happened so fast that by the time I got my thoughts strait, I was practically flying trough the streets, three blocs away from home, carried by something that held me in an iron grip. I tried to struggle loose, but it was really like I was being held by a rock moving at the speed of 300 miles per hour (Just guessing). There was no use. And yet I didn't give up. I kicked and screamed until I brought myself to exhaustion. I fell asleep in these strange, hard arms.
(The next part is a bit more exiting.)
(O yeah, can you guys help me with the open spaces.)
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