Book

Well I am writing a book, and I started a little bit on the beginning. It is really rough, but I wanted some feedback. Just what you think, does it really suck... that kind of stuff.




Adrianna looked at her beautiful house and thought it was beyond perfection. Well, maybe not perfection, but pretty damn close if she did say so herself. She didn’t see the paint chipping off or the broken window, or even the sagging porch; she saw freedom. Here was a chance to finally start over, to have the life she always wanted. Not that her life before this was a hardship, but it was so exhausting to hold up that image day in and day out. She was never able to be herself… whoever that was. Well she was finally able to find that out. Adrianna ran a finger through her short brown hair, still surprised when it stopped at her jaw line instead of flowing down to the middle of her back. She actually liked the change, and thought the brown brought out her blue eyes and looked striking against her pale skin. Long blonde hair looked better on someone who was tan, and that was something else she cut out of her life; being fake. She no longer would spray on a tan or bleach her hair, and her once acrylic nails now were short and dull from lack of polish. It was like becoming a butterfly after living so long in a cocoon.


Sunny yellow would be a good color to brighten up this house, Adrianna thought to herself, making a mental check list of everything she wanted to do. Money wasn’t an object, although she wasn’t going to make that a well known fact in this quant neighborhood. She wanted to keep the integrity of the house while still having modern necessities. She’d keep the same windows, but replace the broken and dirty glass. The porch had to be fixed and sanded then stained a nice rich color to offset the yellow. The bathrooms were in a surprisingly good shape, especially the beautiful claw-foot tub that pleased the hell out of Adrianna. They just needed some new paint and new tile, and they’d be good as new. She also wanted to get some better lighting and a new vanity mirror. The one thing Adrianna couldn’t get rid of was looking good, and to do that she needed good light and a three way mirror.


Instinct told her to look behind her, to calm the chill that just ran up her spine. You are safe, she repeated in her mind and pushed her shoulders back. She stepped onto the wonderfully creaky porch, and thought of all the possibilities.