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Chapter One
Xylia and Xoco were two twin sisters. Yes, their names began with an X, that was one of the things that made them special.
They lived in a small cottage with thier grandmother in the country side, a little bit far away from the city.
Both were pretty girls with soft brown skin and curly chocolate brown curls that rested on their shoulders and looped slightly at the end, with thin throats and tight lips, and eyes as green as the jade.
They were so alike that you couldn't tell the difference between them, and their grandmother, Gala, always got muddled up between the two, even though Xoco was a name that meant, 'Last Born,' and she had been bornn after Xylia, they were still confused.
Their parents had died long ago in a plance accident, and since then, the two didn't like travelling and the haunting memories often woke them up in their sleep.
Xylia was sitting at the front porch, staring out at the country side, the sun was setting down and casting it's last golden rays of light, the dusk sky was a pinkish orange, the trees rustled as the last gusts of wind swept by, and the water of the ponds made soft ripples as leaves gently drifted down on to their surfaces. The flowers bloomed in every corner, lillies, irisis and roses.
"So beautiful," she breathed to herself, "So very beautiful,"
"Xylia!" cried her grandmother from inside, "Come and help me with the cooking!"
"Alright!" she cried back, took one final glimpse of the dusk country sight, and went back inside.
Meanwhile, Xoco was upstairs in their bedroom, writing in her notebook some poetry, she was the creative one between the two, the one with the funky clothes and loved to paint and write, where as Xylia was the sporty one that liked to move around a lot and play outside.
Xoco had written a new poem, one about life, about missing those whom you love most:
Why must I, go through,
All of this grief,
Lost memories that tell the truth
Are hard and never brief,
No matter how many tears I cry,
You will never come back,
Even until the day I die,
My love for you is still in tack,
It was a poem about her parents, she still missed them and thought about them every day, she wrote poetry and stories but it never helped, usually it was an orphan like Cinderella or Rapunzel that waited for her prince charming to come.
But no prince charming had come.
At least, not yet. -
Chapter Two will be coming soon. =)
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I'll be waiting!
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Heh heh, Thanks Hatshepsut. ^^
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No prob *wait patiently*
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LoL, I'll try to put it here as quick as I can.
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Roady,that's [b]really[/] good.
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Aghhhh! I met
Roady that's really good -
beautiful, breathtaking..
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ENCORE! ENCORE!
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LoL, thank you guys, I'll post chapter two, don't worry, it's coming! ^.^
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Wow,that was amazing.
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Thank you Angel.
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Your welcome.
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Now here's chapter two!
*Drum Roll* LoL.
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