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**dark halo** , Saturday, 7th of August 2010 02:35:16 AM

dark halo , Saturday, 7th of August 2010 02:35:16 AM

Fallen Angel. Chapter one. In search of Identity.

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''My eyes opened and l realized l was resting on a soft bed. l was

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covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirpedrhythmically, and

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the sunlight reflectedfrom the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my

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eyes. l squinted as l looked upon it, but it really did not helprelieve the
pain at all. The pain felt as if l was looking directly at a flashlight. l
could easily tell the time of day was morning. l sat up on the bed and
looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and
bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the
blanket that l hadjust pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. l
wondered how l got here, but l could not recall anything that occurred
before this present point, nothing at all.
l got out of bed and
there was a somewhat loud clanking sound coming from the polished wooden
floor. l looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with
small silver chains. l bent over and picked up the locket. It was two and
a half inches long, and it gleamed and shimmered like precious diamonds in
the sunlight behind me. l turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small
clasp. l opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left
who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was
a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of
purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each
other. l glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed
so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror adjacent to the
door in front of me. l saw my own reflection in the mirror. l realized that
l had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white
T-Shirt and white shorts, l also saw in the mirror that l had no shoes on.
Then l looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s
face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket
l saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corner of
the heart locket was a name that was printed “Fallen angel” and in the
middle there was date carved into the locket saying

20 December
1995

The date on the locket caught my attention. l wondered why
the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why is it so
significant? l also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if
the little girl next to her is really me. The door in front of me knocked
unexpectedly. l just watched and glared at it, then seconds later the door
opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white
dress and l also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to
blend in. Her rectanglular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if
it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her
crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months.
Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat
squeaky voice.

“Hello, you’re awake”

l
continued to glare at her, and remind silent.

“What’s your
name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana
Frostly.”

Unfortunately l didn’t have an answer to that
question. l felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so l remained
silent and continued to stare at her.

“Um, you don’t talk
much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in
the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and
placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”

l
nodded lightly, and whispered.

“Yes”

“I’m
glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, l
made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents.
How old are you by the way”

“T-Tw-Twelve” l answered a
little unsure of myself.

“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana,
“Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve
in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please
come downstairs for some breakfast. I’m not sure if there is any
breakfast left, l didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After
breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you.
So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”

Solana
turned around and left. Seconds later, l got up off the floor, where l was
sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After l reached the first
floor, l heard a voice calling to me.

“Hey, over here! We
saved you some breakfast”

l turned to where the voice is
coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just
like Solana’s in a kitchen. l walked inside the kitchen where the girl
sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The
table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a white ceramic plate
and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. l gagged at the odor of burnt
food. The sink next to me were piled with dirty dishes. There were shards
of broken glass on the white tile floors. l almost stepped on them, while
l was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal
spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames
that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. l sat at the table where
the girl sat. l glared at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and
smiled.

“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my
Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see,
she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and
careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s
stressed out. It’s very typical for adults.Other than that she’s a
great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, l forgot to introduce myself. I’m
Aiyana.”

Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me. />
l looked at her hand. l wondered what she made that gesture for. l
continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked. />
My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question
again. l was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was
impossible. All l could do now is give Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana
frowned.

“l tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana
finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she
wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a
bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. l think
it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back
here, and look up something on missing children”

Aiyana looked
at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen.
Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some
pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,

“Please eat
some pancakes, they’re really tasty. l don’t want you to go hungry.
I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”

Solana
handed me a silver metal fork, with four prongs and the flower design
carved on the brown wooden handle. She also grasped the bottle of maple
syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. l
looked down and stared at it.

“Hmm,” said Solana. “It
seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and
eat it.

l looked up at Solana once more, remembering what
Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. l assumed
that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. l found Solana
as a very kind person and the last thing l wanna do is offend her. With my
assumption set aside, l grabbed the fork that was previously placed on the
table, Cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. My
bottom jaw made contact with my upper one, while moving in a clockwise
position. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it l had this
pleasant feeling, l assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it
was the opposite. l looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled
back at me.

In each chapter there will be a new reply. So l
need your opinion on this story.

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