Prolouge

 

Irene Kassorla once said, “You must have control of the authorship of your own destiny.  The pen that writes you life story must be held in your own hand.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

 

 

“Aria!”  Her mom sang from downstairs.  “Someone’s here for you!”  The voice faded as it was pulled into another room.

            “Hey girl.” One of Aria’s closest friends, Skye, appeared in the doorway.

            Aria offered a half-hearted smile, covered by a pillow shaped as a can of coca-cola.

            “Ria, what’s wrong?”  Her Scottish accent warmed the room.  Aria didn’t answer with words, but a simple eye-roll to the calendar.  August 13^th was circled in thick, black Sharpie. 

Skye plopped herself down on her friend’s bed.  “I’m so sorry, hon.”

            “It’s been a year.”  Aria whispered.

            “And only nine months since I’ve been here.”

            Aria looked up.

            “Ria, love, I haven’t heard the full story.”

            When Aria didn’t answer, Skye picked up a brush.  “You are a mess.  Have you even left your room today?”

            Aria sat up and placed herself in front of Skye, who began to brush her hair.

            “You wanna hear the story?” Aria sighed.  “It was two years ago…”

 

 

Reviews

[Pomegranate]

an intriguing beginning.

My only suggestion to is to add a little bit more detail, describe the setting.
What does Aria's room look like? What does Aria herself look like, and what does Skye look like?

An oppurtune moment to do this is when Skye walks into the room [you can show us what Aria sees] and when Skye is brushing Aria's hair, yo can give us some basic information [is her hair long or short, blonde, brown, black, red, yellow with purple spots?]