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♥♥My Destiny
My Destiny
Prologue- I'm an only child and I don't have parents anymore. I got the news today. I ran up the stairs, made a right and opened the wooden door I never dared to touch before. I wasn't allowed- too many antiques. I didn't care for the rules anymore, I just ran in. I hurried up the small flight of steps to the next door, walked in, and locked it. There were a lot of boxes. One stood out in particular. It was an old, wooden chest with a heavy gold lock on it. This was no ordinary lock, though, it looked like the key was two hearts next to each other. I felt my throat, and yanked the chain down. I opened the locket and put it in. A perfect fit. The locked opened, and I looked inside. I gasped. Mariana, If you are reading this, that means that no one is hear to punish you for going in the attic. I'm writing this urgently, and right now, it's approximately 4 weeks after you were born, and we're on the run. We are running away from this place you were born. We're throwing our old lives away, and there's things you don't know. For instance, your real name is Carolina Natalia Johanison, not Mariana Kaitleen Smithson. Your fathers real name is Henry Alexander Johanison, not Jacob Robert Smithson. And my name, my name is Yolanda Alexandria Johanison, not Taylor Kayleen Smithson. I am Yolanda. I am your mother. On May 24th 1999, you, my baby, were born. That's weird... I thought. They said I was born January 26th. You were the prettiest little baby I've ever seen. You had adorable dimples, large blue eyes, and the smile the size of the sun. But someone was after us, because they wanted you. They wanted the heir to the Johanison throne, so when we were gone, they'd get the money. We kept you a secret. They knew we would have a child eventually, but they probably won't know until our passing. You must take the backpack in the trunk, get the driver, Carla, and run. She knows what to do, but whatever you do, never say your real name aloud- just stay as Mariana Kaitleen Smithson. Carla will help you; she knows what to do. Do not forget this journal- you will need it. What do ya think so far?
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Last edited by FabMariah; 03-21-2009 at 05:51 PM.. |
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Wow, Riah...this is an amazing story! Please continue it! For VMKF... --dramatic music starts playing...--
.:Blue:.
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Thanks!
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Ooh suspenseful, as Blue said, for the VMKF!
lol love it already |
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Added a little bit!
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That's really great ;D
Please right moreee! |
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I will
Don't forget to check "Another Cinderella Story!" I added more
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I'll add some more when people comment
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