For literacy, Room 1 had to write a narrative based on an image.
I chose a picture that I had found from the internet, and I thought it was really cool, and a ton of ideas popped into my head.
This is the image I chose:
I ended up writing more than what I expected, and now I might just make blog posts separating this story by the chapters!! I hope you enjoy :))
𝟬𝟬𝟬. Azalea Marsh was as curious as a cat, yet as stealthy as a leopard.
However, she was also like an empty sea: mysterious, calm, quiet, and cool. So in retrospect, she should’ve expected her life to turn out the way that it did. Whenever she wasn’t scurrying around to look for something that she hadn’t discovered yet, Azalea would spend her days yearning for friends.
Tonight, Azalea planned to sneak out, and explore the depths of the Forbidden Forest–as she had heard most people call it–located right in front of The Royal Palace of Aurelia.
So at exactly 12 PM, that’s exactly what she would be doing.
𝟬𝟬𝟭. “Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight,” Azalea counted down the seconds until midnight. “Fifty-nine. . . sixty!” Hurrying out of her small cottage and onto the empty footpath, she shoved the pocket watch into her pocket, lifting up the lamp in her other hand that shone a dim, purple light. A wave of exhaustion took over her, as she stopped in her tracks.
The Marsh girl had never been too skilled in running, especially when it came to long distances, but who was gonna stop her? Certainly not herself. She was too determined to prove to the world that she wasn’t just a silly girl in a silly world.
Azalea looked into the distance, and found that a purple glow was shining in the Forbidden Forest. She picked her pace back up to get a closer look, only to find that there were blue flowers glowing from up in the dirty tree, too! Her eyes were twinkling in excitement, as curiosity began to get the better of her.
She hurried closer, but had failed to see the rock in her pathway, which ended up with her falling down harshly. She winced in pain, lifting up her dress to reveal the fresh wound on her knee. Groaning in frustration, Azalea dusted herself off before kicking the rock out of her way. “Stupid rock,” she muttered.
By now, Azalea was only a few steps away from the Forbidden Forest, but she still needed to approach with much caution. She tip-toed slowly, but from in the corner of her eye, she swore that she had seen a figure run past.
Azie gasped softly from the slight jumpscare, dropping her only source of light in the process. She sighed deeply, kneeling down to pick up the handle. Just as she was about to stand back up, she was met with a blonde girl, who looked to be about her age.
“Who are you?”