Post by Cecelia Asher on Nov 23, 2009 17:00:18 GMT -5
Now when the sun come up;;
i'll be there to say "what up?"
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The lemon-colored morning sky welcomed Cecelia like royalty. The buzzing of the subway taxis honking in a nearby traffic jam, and the cheerful, though somewhat frightening, ringing of too much electricity inside her head had created an orchestra and it was all for her. She was flattered; what trouble the world had gone through to make her first day of American school just a little brighter! She was almost sure this was how people felt when visiting Stratford for vacation. The always spoke of her little piece of English countryside as a "breath of fresh air" and that was precisely what Gotham was to her; a simple and welcome change to an otherwise disastrous life.
It was true, she had once loved her quaint little life on the Avon river; the summers were warm and golden, with rolling hills for miles and cool wind rushing through her hair and breeze tickling her nose, while the winters were chilly and dark, with the twinkling reflections of stars in the snow. But that was a different time, and now all Cecelia could picture of the town were her parent's vacant-eyed, bloody corpses and the trusted few who had robbed her of her future.
And so, with sketchbook at hand, Cecelia Iris Asher found herself in the wee hours of the morning, placed neatly, sitting on the edge of the school's roof, pouring her soul out onto the page in the form of the skyline that she saw; a beautiful silhouette of skyscrapers against the colors of the rising sun; oranges, yellows and pinks that reminded her of some kind of sherbet or a little kid's birthday party. To her, it was beautiful; though, in all actuality it was quite the contrary. The colors were signs of the city's smoke emission, and the skyscrapers contained the sins of men who didn't mind busting a few heads to benefit themselves. But that was Cecelia's gift; she was innocent to the horrors of the city's reality. She only saw the potential of greatness that lie beneath.
