A Dream Come True
Copyright © 2011 Jennie B.
The waves oozed
against the surface, as the sun shone at its brightest. The cold breeze rushed
through the air, as beautiful Bluebirds flew up high into the crystal sky,
pleasing Nature. I lay back onto the brown, hot, shelly sand; breathing in the
exotic atmosphere that encircled me. I decided to close my eyes and take a
harmless nap. As I close my eyes I started to dream. I dreamt of all the
dazzling possessions in the world that I can’t afford, but desire for;
glamorous Dresses from the most expensive Designers, money that I will bathe
in, mansions that are too big for me to live in all alone, food that I will
taste from my own cook, Make-up that make me look like a pop star, expensive
Jewellery made from pure gold and silver, my own Library; made up of all my
favourite books, comics and encyclopaedias, but most of all; I want my same
blood and flesh sharing parents back. I want to see their smiles again, listen
to their encouraging words again, be hugged in the most comfortable arms, and
be tucked into bed at night with a bed time story and lastly a kiss on my
stubby nose. All these things would be a dream comes true.
I opened my eyes and watched the Sun play Hide
and Seek with the clouds. What a peaceful day. The sun was shining; the sky
free from clouds; the beach is deserted; only a few people who are very far
away from me and surfing on high waves. I smiled, despite all the trouble that
I still will have to face, nonetheless, I could still enjoy the moments I had
now. Nobody knows I’m here, because I ran away. I ran away because Ursula White
has it all; selfishness, wickedness, immorality, lying, cheating, and a heart
made of stone, plus she occupies a soul that never will find peace, and true love. Actually, I have a list that goes on and on about Ursula,
but I won’t show that because I am too nice for that, unlike her.
I don’t know
why she even adopted me, possibly because all the money she gets out of it? Or
when she is torturing me all the time, is that entertaining to her? Is that what makes her cheerful and laugh so
maliciously? To me, it’s downright disgusting, and as sickening as gruesome
Why am I the one to live with such a horrific
and atrocious life? Couldn’t it be someone else- No, I don’t want them to share
the same pain as me; that would be egocentric and ghastly like Ursula.
I want my life back. I don’t want to feel hurt,
agony, and isolated any more. I want to feel safe, cherished, and loved; I am wild for all these things. I just want my old life back; when my
parents were alive.
It would be all
a dream come true.
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