19 January 2013
(Written by my friend Sophia as she likes my book)
The morning after one of the worst storms I've seen aboard this ship i return to my now re-ordered cabin room to survey any personal belonging damages
No
Nothing really damaged, I didn't have much to start off with but what I have is still very much intact
A knock on my door disturbs my train of thought
"Alleyen you are expected at the shack in 10 ship worthy moments, your best clothing!"
Followed by heavy footsteps from the door
Why am I needed at the shack What's happened? What good clothes do I have?
The last question pressed me more than the first two combined
Should I wear my floral dress? Or my navy blue crover gown?
What! I've just been called to the room ive not been permitted to Enter for 2 weeks and I'm more worried about what dress to wear
What does it really matter?
I throw my floral dress over my blouse and rope my brown leather belt round my waist
Almost perfect, now shoes
I go to grab my brown boots then the words of who ever was outside echo through my head
"...your best clothing!"
So I look back, I have the pleasant choice between two sky high pairs of heels... Perfect. I grab the lowest pair of heels and try to slip them onto my feet
And now I'm ready Ready for anything but To walk in a remotely straight or safe way!
The Darkworld Chronicles Chapter 16: Sky High Expectations (GUEST WRITTEN) • Opuss № I