Trust, The Beginning

'I feel the need to type, but yet I don't know what exactly to type, I thought about writing a story but I am already writing several different ones so one more would be too confusing. Yet here I am, writing a story, at least I think it's a story maybe not, maybe this will be an account of my life or my feelings or maybe it's just because I'm extremely bored.'

I deleted that and drew my concentration away from my laptop and towards my teacher, he was mumbling something about the elements of drama but I couldn't be less interested. I had more problems to worry about, so I turned back to my laptop.

'Problems. What exactly are they? Pray do tell. I see them as obstructions in a normal life to be overcome and figured out, but then a few are bigger than that, like mine.'

"Whatcha typing Scarlett?" my best friend, Lauren asked.
"Nothing of your interest" she pouted and frowned, I giggled "fine, you can look at it when I am done" she grinned.
"When will you be done?"
"I honestly have no idea" she frowned again.
"Girls! Enough talking!" our teacher chided, we immediately pursed our lips to hide our smiles and stopped our talking. I used this chance to continue writing.

'I don't really think this is going to be a very good book for someone to read, seeing as I can't think of any problems to write about that could be so huge that haven't been done before'

I sighed and deleted that, this is useless I can't write a story.
"You ok?" Lauren's beautiful hand writing read on a piece of her book, I nodded.
"Fine" I wrote back in my messy scrawl.
"You don't seem like it" she wrote back.
"You know me to well" she sniggered and hugged me.
"Girls! I have asked you once please be quiet" we looked away from each other as the teacher glared at us.

'Shot through the heart and your to blame, you give love a bad name'

I typed Bon Jovi song lyrics, hoping to get some inspiration, none came, and I frowned, what could I write? What could my characters name be? What could her problem be? An idea popped into my head and I quickly typed it so I would not forget it.

'My problem, one that has stayed secret for generations. And now I had to be the one that was to spill it into the hands of the public. You see my mother was a beautiful woman who loved my father with all her heart. But she had many secrets that she never cared to share with him or me, and now that she's... well dead everything is being told. She came to me in a sequence of dreams, filling me in on a group called the Command, a cult of women who held the power of the universe, and how it is my duty to find them and declare who I was'

I paused, who was she? What was her name? Before I could think of an answer the bell rang, mercifully ending the horrible drama lesson.
"Please tell me what you are witting Scar!" Lauren said, grabbing my arm.
"A story"
"Ooh! What kind of story?"
"I don't know yet" she frowned.
"Am I in it?"
"If you want to be" she grinned.

"Oh yes please! Ooh what shall my name be? Meaghan? Becca? Isabella?"
"Lauren I really don't know you git! I only just started writing!" we sat down at our usual spot on the oval, in the sun in winter, in the shade in summer and a bit of both in spring and autumn.
"Hey, do you want to read it now?" I asked, Lauren nodded eagerly
"Yes please!" she said practically ripping the laptop out of my hands.
While she read I watched her face for any signs of distaste or enjoyment.
"Wow Scar! That's great! And the Command? Where did you come up with that?" she asked when she had finished.
"Thanks hun um I don't know, it just popped into my head"

'Mother had never been clear in any of the dreams as to who I was, just that I had to find the Command and tell them my name, then they were supposed to show me how to visit the Gardens, whatever they were. It was my duty to find the Gardens and learn how to control the magic that roamed freely there, and use it for good'

Well this is turning out to be a very cheesy beginning to a story. Oh well guess I'm just not in the mood for writing today.