Post by andyro on Jun 8, 2011 10:09:11 GMT -6
Margo is 12, with a shy, moody personality. A pale beauty, her strawberry blonde hair is streaked with black and red.
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"1, 2, 3, 4! All we gotta do is lo-o-ove, forever now! We have to let go-o-o! It's just the better waaaay! Have a fine day." Margo sang, getting irritated. "Girls, try harder! We HAVE to win the Final Jam!" Margo turned back around, to find a strange envelope on her bed. It was a crimson envelope, with the Transylvania stamp on the back. "Strange." She murmured. "No best say, just remember, when it turns out right." She murmured.
"Reaching high, reaching low." She muttered again. She lifted the sleeve of her satin dress. The same sign was on her shoulder, but bigger. She gasped. She was only twelve. Strange things began to happen when she turned twelve. "No...It can't be!" She gasped, dropping the crimson envelope.
"Becca, you're in charge." She murmured, and blew past them into the dark night. Outside was a full moon, a crimson red. Every thirteen years, Autumn's second full moon will show and all young fledglings will attend the Ceremony.... Information flitted in her head.
She was a fledgling vampire, because ALL young fledglings recieved them a day before Autumn's second full moon. It was tonight. They had forgotton about Margo and sent it to her 2 hours before the ceremony. 7:30 it began. She flitted there at 7, just in time before it started.
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Ask me if you want it to continue.
Critique please.
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"1, 2, 3, 4! All we gotta do is lo-o-ove, forever now! We have to let go-o-o! It's just the better waaaay! Have a fine day." Margo sang, getting irritated. "Girls, try harder! We HAVE to win the Final Jam!" Margo turned back around, to find a strange envelope on her bed. It was a crimson envelope, with the Transylvania stamp on the back. "Strange." She murmured. "No best say, just remember, when it turns out right." She murmured.
"Reaching high, reaching low." She muttered again. She lifted the sleeve of her satin dress. The same sign was on her shoulder, but bigger. She gasped. She was only twelve. Strange things began to happen when she turned twelve. "No...It can't be!" She gasped, dropping the crimson envelope.
"Becca, you're in charge." She murmured, and blew past them into the dark night. Outside was a full moon, a crimson red. Every thirteen years, Autumn's second full moon will show and all young fledglings will attend the Ceremony.... Information flitted in her head.
She was a fledgling vampire, because ALL young fledglings recieved them a day before Autumn's second full moon. It was tonight. They had forgotton about Margo and sent it to her 2 hours before the ceremony. 7:30 it began. She flitted there at 7, just in time before it started.
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Ask me if you want it to continue.
Critique please.
