Scarlett's Story

This is by me, Abbi Ason. Please don't copy! Thanks! 
= Chapter One - Scarlett’s POV =
My name is Scarlett Henderson and I’m fifteen years old. My story starts when I was going through the woods on my usual daily walk. I soon came across the familiar lake at the edge of the trees and today saw two girls. The first girl was tall with a head of brown curls, and was skipping stones. Next to her, a smaller girl with wispy blonde hair and a sunny yellow dress sat on a picnic blanket of red and white. 
“Hello there,” I said. The girl skipping stones turned around and looked at me. 
“Hello, I’m Elizabeth, and this is Summer.” Elizabeth said, indicating to the smaller girl. Summer waved shyly. 
“I’m Scarlett,” I replied. “Are you two new around here? I’ve never seen you before.” 
“Yes, we moved here from a few villages over.” Elizabeth replied. Summer nodded silently. 
“Would you like to walk back with me?” I asked politely. 
“Sure,” Elizabeth said. Summer grasped her hand and walked alongside her through the woods. 
We reached our village and a tall female called, “Liz, Summer! Come in and wash up for dinner!” 
Elizabeth and Summer followed their mother into the house and I made my way back to mine. I lived in the area near the castle where the larger homes were. My mother and father were friends with the king too, and he was always inviting us to his balls and such. Tonight, we were feasting at the castle with a full meal. The best part was the chocolate mousse pie I ate for dessert that night. After dancing for a few hours, I was ready to rest. I went to sleep and the next morning awoke for Monday’s day of school. 
I entered the kitchen to see my mother drizzling syrup on top of three golden pancakes. She passed them to me as I took a seat and I thanked her. I brushed my teeth and dressed in a gown of emerald green. At school, I met up with my two closest friends- Chantelle and Jacqueline. Chantelle wore a dress of pale pink with her blonde waves, and Jacqueline wore a dress of deep plum color with her dark skin and braids. 
We went to ballroom dancing class and met with Ms. Olson. She was a queer woman with bubblegum pink hair, crystal blue eyes, and outfits of random prints and colors. We practiced with partners for the upcoming ball. After school, we swam at the lake by the woods and then went to my house. We changed clothes and worked on our stitching skills. Suddenly, the wind grew wild and lighting cracked. 
“Hurricane!”