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Hi, my name is Aphrodite
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 5 with 4 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-08-31 20:56:22 |
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This is just something I kinda came up with... y'know... it is a bit odd... so beware is all a have to say. I just thought it would be fair to warn you guys first.
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Aphrodite let a sob escape her lips. She wasn't the only one crying, many other children had retired to their beds, sometimes even crying out for their mothers. But mothers or fathers couldn't help them now, for this was a place hidden well from other life forms; ensured that no discovery be made upon it's secret grounds. Aprhodite squeezed her eyes shut for the millionth time, salty tears spilling down her rosy cheeks and seeping into the bright yellow fabric of her dress. Oh how she wished desperately to see her father's smiling face, and her mother's musical laugh. But they weren't here, and she would probably never see them again. A strike of thunder suddenly rocked the walls of the orphanage, followed by torrents of feirce rain. Aphrodite opened her eyes and looked out of the window by her bed. The bright purple sky was darkened with blue clouds, which poured out torrents of green rain. The rocky ground was muddy, and the lakes of lava were near to overflowing their grassy banks. It was such a beautifull sight. But not beautifull enough to wash away Aphrodite's memories; memmories of the loud voices, her mother's pleading sobs and her father's screams of fury as their youngest daughter was dragged out the door, headed straight for the orphange. Though it wasn't really an orphange, more like a home for the fifth child.
On this very strange planet, were Aphrodite had lived all her life, at risk for being taken away from her family just because she was their fifth child. The government's excuse for such a crim was 'The planet is over populated'. But it made no sense what so ever to Aphrodite why they would take you away from your family and keep you lo'cked up in some orphange just because the planet is over populated. But the government never made the right choices anymore. Those were times of the past, much missed, though they were. Aphrodite looked away from the window and stared down at her feet, which were so incredibly dirty they almost blended in with the dark wooden floors.
"Hey." Aphrodite looked up, expecting to see another one of the watchmen again, who patrolled the dormitories and yelled at the children who wouldn't stop crying- but it wasn't a watchman, but a young girl about her age with short blonde hair and a round face.
"Syrinx!" a smile cracked across Syrinx's pale features as she embraced her friend.
"They took you, too?" said Aphrodite, her voice muffled against Syrinx's shoulder. Syrinx nodded and hugged Aphrodite tighter.
"I thought you'd ran away!" her voice was so filled with joy and happiness that Aphrodite was surprised she didn't burst into tears. Aphrodite pulled away from her friend's warm embrace and wiped the tears away from her eyes again and smiled as she regained enough composure to reply.
"Well, I thought about it, but you know me. Always procrastinating and waiting for the right time." Syrinx rolled her bright silvery green eyes.
"APHRODITE! SYRINX!" the two girls turned around abruptly at the scream, and what they saw surprised them; the siblings Thor and Nini racing towards them. Nini was the first to reach them, and skidded to a stop infront of Syrinx before hugging her very tightly.
"WWAAAAAH!IMISSSSEEDDDYYOOOUU!" Nini said it all in one syllable, which was normal for her when she was ecstatic. Thor, on the other hand, just usually hugged you to death. The tall, lanky boy tackled Aphrodite to the ground, which she knew he hadn't meant to do- he was unuaslly strong- but the blow knocked the breath out of their lungs.
"Uhm..." Thor scrambled to his feet knocking over several suit cases in the process, and helped his cousin to her feet. "S-Sorry..." Thor brushed his jet black hair out of his electric blue eyes, which darted around the room. "I just... I'm just really happy to see you..." Aphrodite pulled him into a bear hug, ignoring his stuttered apologies as he hugged her back. She felt tears sting her eyes again as they embraced, bitter sweet memmories of holidays and birthday parties flooding into her mind. Before they had been taken away, Aphrodite's family would always invite Thor over for meals. They adopted him into their family, for he had none, due to the fact he was abandoned at birth. They always told people they were cousins; in hope that if they were ever found the government would keep them together. Thor was the first to b reak the embrace.
"I hate this." Thor spat. "It's so stupid. They just tear families apart." Aphrodite heard Syrinx's and Nini's grunts of aggreement. Nini's feminine alto voice spoke just as Syrinx opened her mouth.
"It is terrible." she sniffed. "I miss mum calling me Ninhursag. Nini is too normal and bland." Syrinx patted Nini's shoulder lovingly.
"It's okay. If you want, we can call you Ninhursag instead of Nini." Nini's pale face clouded over with thought as she spoke.
"You can call me what ever you wanht." she sighed. "It's a mouthfull, anyway, my name is." Thor and Syrinx laughed and a second later Nini began to smile.
"I love you guys." was Nini's reply as she burst into tears.
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It's a bit boring at first, but it's just beginning. Please comment and rate!
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