Emerald, chapter one, part one. Tuesday, Jul 15 2008 

chapter one.


“Sophia, are you sure you want to do this?” my father, cameron asked as he pulled his hundered year old station wagon into a parking spot facing the fenway train station. It was my first stop before i boarded a plan in los angelas.

          “of course i do!” i lied. i did not want to leave my beautiful beach-side home in medford, california for hill, A  town in washington Alabama that has an alarmingly low population. they have one stoplight in hill and at night, it flashes yellow.

I was going there to live with my favorite aunt on my dad’s side, katrina. while my father fulfilled his ‘life long’ dream of becoming a world renowned violinist and enjoyed his new wife karen. a model from san diego. they were spending the year traveling around greece trying to catch the attention of one, antonio midori son of some famous composer in the forties. i had no intention of going with them, i don’t like karen at all, and was happy to be moving, no matter  how temorary it was, away from her.

-“well, only if you are sure.” he insisted sourly. i didn’t know if he meant for me to hear or not. pretending i didn’t hear anything, i tousled my ratty brown curls, and gave him my best ‘dad, don’t worry’ look. despite that effort, he looked very  worried. he didn’t want me to leave anymore than i wanted to leave him. he is my best friend.

“but, soph, ” he said as he looked down at me, with his big grey eyes that i had a feeling i filled with sadness.”it’s not too late to change your mind, we could turn right around. we could be home by seven, and you could unpack…”

“NO. dad.” i cut him off “you have some big things to accomplish, and i wouldn’t want to get in your way. plus,” i went on “i think i will really like HIll, and  living with aunt katrina.” lies, all lies. i couldn’t let my father know that though.  it was either move in with katrina for my sophmore year, or move to another country and not go to high school at all and take up a new language. which did not sound very appealing to me. so, i had settled on hill, and aunt katrina.

“ok soph.” he finally said, gesturing to the station, obviously ready for me to leave, so he could mourn in peace. as well as to spare both of us of my very soon-to-be tearful exit. “time to go.”

“i love you dad, and i will miss you so much. i promise to write every-” i was overwhelmed with sadness. i stared into his eyes he looked just as sad as i was, i hadn’t spent more than a week away from him since eighth grade. tears welled in my eyes. this was a moment of sincere saddness. i felt a tear droplet spill over my eyelid and run down my cheek. my vision was starting to get blurry from the tears. “e-e-eevery day” i said, as i was clutching my hand’s together and catching my breath.i was talking through the lump in my throat. i was sure my eyes had turned red. this was going to be hard.

“bye honey” he replied as i leaned in to give him a hug. ” i love you too”


**writers note** i think that’s enough for tonight. it is really hard to write things like this, you really have to get into the moment of sadness when writing to make it feel as real as possible.
remember! any suggestions? leave a comment.


emerald? Tuesday, Jul 15 2008 

i often ask myself, will i ever be a good writer? the answer, alas is no. i don’t want to be taught how to write, and i sure don’t want to have to write about a topic an “adult” tells me to. i want to be free with my mind and create something totally new. there is only one dilemma, i can never think of what to write and whatever i try to, turns out like crap or i end up rambling [like now, sorrry]. i started a novel called ’emerald’ that is mildly twilight-related it uses some vaguely similar characters and  has some of it’s pivital points… for instance a young girl moving to a town away from her parents. other than that, it is ultimetly ‘my’ story. while i was still in school, i let several people read it, by the second page they were jumping up and down and accusing me that it was ‘just like twilight’. which, put me off writing it for a long time. i don’t think i have written a word since may. [i really can’t take critisism on my writing….. or singing for that matter.] i am to self consious to write any more or share it with the world. so, i have taken it upon myself to type the whole four pages here. that way, anyone who i want to read the story can.without taking much of my time and energy. so starting… well, right after i post this blog, i am going to get out the dusty green spiral and make friends with my typing fingers for a few hours. if i work consantly, say a page a day, it should all be up by friday. i hope you enjoy it, and in the comments [if you would like]  constuctive critisism would be well-appreciated.

thanks! -julia