Ok so I decided to give this FF a try. Their isn't really much action in this first chapter, but by the next one it gets a lot more dramatic (dun. dun....DUN!!!! haha) So post if you love it, hate it, don't care. I wan't your opinions!!! Anyways, here it tis:
“Come in!” I said to my mother who was knocking on the door. “You want to go for a drive?” She said, standing in the hallway as she put up her wild blond hair. I looked over at my twin sister Mallia. She shrugged. “Sure” I said. Mallia set down her laptop and we followed my mother to the car.
For being my mother, Mom was very young, only 31, where as my twin sister and I were 15. We had a nice life, but it had not always been that way.
Being a pregnant teenager my mother had faced many problems. First having twins at the age of 16, but also not having their father around to help. I had never met my father, and my mother had not seen him since she first found out she was having twins. Determined for her children to have a good life, my mother worked hard saving money all through the rest of high school. She went to college in busy Florida, where we lived. Our first home was not nice at all. My mother, sister, and I all shared a cramped apartment, which only had 1 bedroom, a kitchen/living area and a bathroom. She worked a full time job, and went to school at night and on the weekends.
When Mallia and I were 10, and my mother had finally finished school, we moved to a small town on the coast of eastern Florida. My mother bought our first house, which we live in today. I loved, and still love our house. It is right on the beach, and from the room I and Mallia share there is a spectacular view of the ocean. Our house is very cozy, and may seem quite small to others, but it suits us just fine. Downstairs, are my mother’s bedroom, a bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room. Our living room is beautiful, it had reminders of the beach all around it, with shells and such sitting on tables and shelves, but it is also very modern. My mother takes pride in our modern kitchen, with lots of new appliances that she frequently uses to cook with. The living room has a welcoming feeling, with light blue walls, dark furniture and a creamy colored sofa, which are all centered on the light stone fire place. Upstairs, in my opinion, is the most spectacular room in the whole house, the bedroom shared by Mallia and I. Our room overlooks the ocean, and we have a great view of it too, there is a huge window on east facing part of the room, which provides us with entertainment for hours. Every night Mallia and I watch the sun set, while we read, or talked, or sometimes paint.
My mother’s occupation is a marine biologist, which she loves. Mallia and I love visiting her at work, because usually we get to play with the dolphins in the dolphin tank. After years of hard work and sacrifice my mother’s efforts have finally paid off. We were living her dream, we owned a wonderful home, located in a tiny yet friendly town, right on the beach, she had an amazing job, and she had us, her “two little miracles.” Sure we didn’t have a lot of money, but we had each other, and that’s what matters most right?
“I call shotgun! Yelled Mallia, as she ran towards my mother’s yellow bug convertible. I laughed, climbing into the back seat. My mother climbed into the car and turned on the ignition. “So, where to ladies?” She asked us. “Anywhere! Let it be a surprise!” laughed Mallia. “Ok!” Said my mother. “A surprise it is!” We turned out of the driveway and on to the small street.
Moments like these made my life complete. Being with my mom and sister, who I shared an inseparable bond with, made me feel amazing, like I was on top of the world. I lived for this, the wind in my hair, the laughs of my family, the ocean that surrounded us, this was my paradise.
