Post by walktherainbows on Dec 7, 2011 4:33:23 GMT -5
'Cheyenne Miller.' I said as i shook their hands. My mum shot me a look, i had told her last year that i would not use my first name anymore which was Delia. She objected at first but then gave in. I was now Cheyenne Miller. My family still called me Dee but to everyone else i was either Shay or Cheyenne. I hated nicknames but almost nobody could say my middle name correctly, so i became Shay.
'Julia Miller.' My sister said, shaking their hands a little too enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes, when i changed my name, she insisted on changing hers too.
My neighbors were not what i pictured them to be. Two smiling adults came together with a young boy, about my age. He had dark brown hair that hung over his forehead and freckles that went from one cheek to the other. He had sparkling hazel brown eyes.
'Greyson.' He had said when we shook hands, smiling. 'Cheyenne.' I said, not smiling. I was not the really friendly type, that would be my sister and my older sister.....a voice in my head said. At the mention of my older sister, even in my mind, my face darkened.
Both our families walked to the dining table and sat down, my sister beside me and Greyson on my other side. We ate in silence, our parents conversing on the other side of the table. We politely conversed, the conversation very awkward, and mostly one-sided, he would ask me questions and i would reply with one word answers. After dinner, we bid farewell to them, me barely glancing up.
When we closed the door behind them, my mother turned to me angrily. 'Dee....' She started her voice dangerous. I put my hand up to stop her. 'We have discussed this, I'm Cheyenne not Delia anymore.' I tell her, my voice polite. She puffed in defeat and turned to my sister. 'I'll let Dee slide but YOU!' She yelled. I turn to walk up to my room, closing the door to my mum and sister bickering downstairs.
I changed and lay down on my bed , my hand curled around my key.
I was thinking, there was something about that Greyson guy, i can't put my finger on it. I pushed it away and listened outside for footsteps, i could hear soft paddings on the stairs. Probably my mum, i thought sleepily. My eyelids were half-close when i heard a soft melody drift through my window. I opened my eyes and listened harder. It was definitely a piano. I could recognize the sound.
Then i heard voice singing and it was the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. Who is that? I thought before falling asleep.
Hey guys, it's walktherainbows here. Tell me what you think of my second chapter of Hanging on a thread, and feel free to PM me for questions. Tell me what i can improve on too.
Thanks
'Julia Miller.' My sister said, shaking their hands a little too enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes, when i changed my name, she insisted on changing hers too.
My neighbors were not what i pictured them to be. Two smiling adults came together with a young boy, about my age. He had dark brown hair that hung over his forehead and freckles that went from one cheek to the other. He had sparkling hazel brown eyes.
'Greyson.' He had said when we shook hands, smiling. 'Cheyenne.' I said, not smiling. I was not the really friendly type, that would be my sister and my older sister.....a voice in my head said. At the mention of my older sister, even in my mind, my face darkened.
Both our families walked to the dining table and sat down, my sister beside me and Greyson on my other side. We ate in silence, our parents conversing on the other side of the table. We politely conversed, the conversation very awkward, and mostly one-sided, he would ask me questions and i would reply with one word answers. After dinner, we bid farewell to them, me barely glancing up.
When we closed the door behind them, my mother turned to me angrily. 'Dee....' She started her voice dangerous. I put my hand up to stop her. 'We have discussed this, I'm Cheyenne not Delia anymore.' I tell her, my voice polite. She puffed in defeat and turned to my sister. 'I'll let Dee slide but YOU!' She yelled. I turn to walk up to my room, closing the door to my mum and sister bickering downstairs.
I changed and lay down on my bed , my hand curled around my key.
I was thinking, there was something about that Greyson guy, i can't put my finger on it. I pushed it away and listened outside for footsteps, i could hear soft paddings on the stairs. Probably my mum, i thought sleepily. My eyelids were half-close when i heard a soft melody drift through my window. I opened my eyes and listened harder. It was definitely a piano. I could recognize the sound.
Then i heard voice singing and it was the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. Who is that? I thought before falling asleep.
Hey guys, it's walktherainbows here. Tell me what you think of my second chapter of Hanging on a thread, and feel free to PM me for questions. Tell me what i can improve on too.
Thanks