Preface

The Preface of Angel of Fallen Stars.

Ten Years Earlier

      "Mama," cried Annabelle from the attic. Lightning crashed, rumbling the entire house and lighting up every dark corner in the room.
      "Mama!" she wailed again. "Help me, Mama!"
      Annabelle squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her little hands over her ears.
      Your mama isn't here.
      "Who are you?" Annabelle cried, tears running down her pink cheeks.
      Who are you?
      She wiped her face and sniffled.
      "My name's Annabelle Craet."
      The thunder began to die down. The only sound she could now hear was the pitter-patter of rain on her windowsill and the mysterious, yet calming voice.
      Annabelle sat in a rickety bed, with a tattered blue quilt as her covers. There was no pillow on the mattress. The room was grayed and dull, with one cracked light bulb hanging above her head; there were boxes and crates of old child playthings squeezed and crammed everywhere. The room was unstable and dusty; not exactly the perfect sleeping arrangements for an eight-year-old girl.
     
      Well, Annabelle. Why are you crying?
      "I'm crying 'cause," Annabelle sniffed, "I'm afraid of storms."
      Why are you afraid of storms?
      "The thunder is loud and I'm afraid lightning will hit the roof!"
      Has that ever happened before, Annabelle?
      "Well, no, not before."
      Then what do you have to worry about?
      Annabelle didn't answer, just glanced out the window. Rain slid down the glass. She'd always thought each raindrop looked like a little fish swimming down a river.
      Annabelle.
      "Mmhmm," she said, still watching the rain.
      Do you miss your mother?
      "Yeah, I do. She said she'd be back yesterday to take me home, but she didn't show."
      What are you doing here, and not with your mother?
      "Mama said she had to work," Annabelle muttered, "so she said I had to stay with my gramma for a while."
      I'm sure your mother will be back soon.
      "Sometimes I think she won't ever come back to get me. Maybe she'll leave like Daddy did."
      Your father left you?
      "Yeah. He left when I turned six while I was sleeping," Annabelle said, wiping away the welling tears in her eyes.
      Everything was silent for a while; neither Annabelle or the voice spoke.

      Another crash of lightning burst in front of Annabelle's eyes, but this time, she didn't cry or call out. The voice spoke once again.
      Annabelle, would you mind telling me about when your father left?
      She sighed and laid back down on her bed, one arm placed on her forehead, and began telling the voice her story.

     

Author's Note

Please point out any errors, spelling and grammar mistakes, or any revisions possible. I'd like to hear any suggestions you have.
Constructive criticism, please.

Reviews

[Keevan]

This is interesting. I'll have to read more, but for now, I'm hooked. I just have to fine out what happens next!!!

[Juliet.]

I can't wait to read the next chapter! You have me excited as to what she will tell the mysterious voice, and who the mysterious voice is! I think it's very well written and I didn't see any grammar mistakes, which is even better.
You write very well. Don't ever stop!
Juliet. ♥

[Alexis]

I didn't find any errors! This was awesome! Like Angela Diane Auten and Mystery said: I can't wait to read more!! :D

[Kia-chan!]

I found no errors, what so ever. It was really good! And I mean that! I can't wait to read more!

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was really nicely written. Very nice grammar and descriptive words. I really do think this will be an excellent story to read further. Can't wait to read more. Thanks for sharing. :)