<A teenager with waist-long, black hair in a white and dark green sundress stands in a field of flowers, admiring it's beauty. She sighs as she is wrapped in the sun's warm embrace. The wind whispers her name: "Hosanna . . .">
Woman's voice<whispering>: Hosanna . . .
<Hosanna turns at the call of her name to see three people standing together: two males one female. Her eyes fill with tears as she recognizes the two men; the womans hid behind her long bangs.>
Woman's voice<whispering>: Hosanna . . .
<Hosanna runs to embrace them while thinking: 'I thought that I had lost them!' But before she could reach them, the field melted away into darkness and she watches the image of her previous family shrink away from her into the void.>
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<A loud, interrupting banging on a door is heard>
Woman's voice<Indian accent>: Hosanna! Hey, are you still asleep? Wake up or you'll be late! <The woman groans exasperatedly> GET UP NOW! <walks down the hall and around the corner>
<Hosanna sits up off the floor, rubbing her head. Her disheveled hair stands on end as her half open eyes travel slowly to her digital clock. Jumping up off the floor, she grabs her black clock.>
Hosanna<shouting loudly: What?! It's 7:15! Oh, no! I'm late! <Bolts out of her room and down the narrow hall to the bathroom repeating: "I'm late! I'm late!" Washes her face quickly and brushes her hair and teeth before running back to her room in a panic, taking out a white tank top with blue denim jeans and a jean jacket. After her clothes are on, she runs to the kitchen, grabbing an apple and rinsing it off.>
Woman's voice<a semi-large woman walks into the kitchen, scowling>: It's about time Hosanna! <Her matured voice holds aggitation in it> We were just about to leave you!
Hosanna<sweat-dropping> I'm sorry Angie! I didn't mean to sleep in so late! <She grabs a paper towel to dry off her fruit> I'm just getting some breakfast real quick.
Angie: You call that pathetic piece of fruit breakfast? Had you gotten up earlier you could have had a bowel of cereal with orange juice PLUS that apple! Next time, make the effort to get up on time! <She motioned for Hosanna to moe quickly as they left out of the apartment 1704 and down the stairs>
Hosanna<sighing, she ran down the steps almost clumsily before her feet touched the black street.> I'm sorry Angie, but I'm not going to wake up at 5:00 in the morning just to have breakfast . . . you know that. I won't get up at five in the morning anyhow.
Angie: Apparently you won't get up at all!<groaning with annoyance> Just get over to the car!
<Hosanna came in sight of a cream-colored station wagon; two teenage boys were standin next to the car, one looking annoyed and the other smiling calmly.>
Calm boy: Are you picking on Hosanna again mom? <He opend his side of the car dorr, ready to get in as soo as Angie opened her door.>
 Dendriana · Tue Oct 03, 2006 @ 01:47am · 0 Comments |
