Dear Fellow Readers!
Hello, I just wanted to write a quick note about my new story. It's crazy how get my inspiration from lots of different things: films, people, something I see outside. I've noticed a lot of blossom trees and just randomly thought of the name Meet Me By The Cherry Tree and I thought that that would be a great name for a story!
It was origionally going to be a short story, but I changed my mind and changed it to a novel because I got so excited and so into what I was writing! Also I think it would be useful to mention that I've written it in third person and in a dual narrative. (Two perspectives basically!)
I hope you enjoy it, please comment and/or rate and tell me what you think. I don't mind being given constructive critisism either I would appriciate any hints and tips to improve my writing (:
Here is chapter 1 of Meet Me By The Cherry Tree.
From Rose Deller (:
“As you know - Cherrington Academy is best known by its history…” Headmistress Mrs Pats addressed to the assembly in her speech-given tone.
Ellen Atkins had heard it all before, the same speech every morning droning on and on and on. She cast a glance to her best friend Sasha Bell, who was sat beside her. Ellen thought that with the look on Sasha’s face, she could tell that they were thinking the same thing.
By the time Mrs Pats finished with, what was supposed to be a brief introduction, she moved on to the news announcements, which made Ellen and Sasha sigh with impatience.
The assembly finished and everyone filed out of the Great Hall. Ellen and Sasha walked side by side into the next room to collect their bags.
“That assembly was so boring!” Sasha whined.
Ellen raised her eyebrows, she understood completely. “Wasn’t it? I swear Mrs Pats extends her speeches every day.” Ellen thought that she probably does with the speed she takes reading them!
The two started walking out of the room to their first lesson of the day. Ellen loved the fact that most of her classes are with her best friend. They only met at the beginning of Year Seven; Sasha was the new girl and Ellen made sure that Sasha knew where she was going and which teachers were nice and which teachers were strict. The two became inseparable and they’ve remained close for four whole years.
They were walking down the maths corridor, but stopped and moved to one side to let Mrs Pats and her crowd of importance walk past. Ellen noticed a young boy was walking with them. He wasn’t wearing the Cherrington Academy uniform; instead he was wearing a white t-shirt which was showing off a hint of his bicep muscles, dark distressed jeans and he had a backpack, a folded piece of paper and a map in one hand and his khaki green jacket swung behind him in the other.
Ellen tried not to sigh at the sight. He was gorgeous. He had curly hair – dark, lush curly hair, that would feel great to grind fingers into and twinkling hazel eyes. She smiled at him weakly and he only just took notice and smiled back before the crowd escaped the other way and out of the corridor.
“Wow indeed.” Sasha agreed.
The girls were sat in their maths lesson having a lecture by their teacher about the importance of algebra. Sasha was trying graciously to scribble down as many notes as possible and Ellen wanted her teacher to move on to something else. However, she would occasionally look at Sasha’s book to see what notes she might have missed, because she knew that Sasha would always pick up on something which Ellen thought would be useful to remember.
Half-way through the lesson, the class was interrupted by Mrs Pats and with her, was the boy which the girls saw earlier. Ellen held her breath. What was he doing here? Was he new? She looked at him, hoping that he wouldn’t get seated next to her.
“Why don’t you sit in that empty seat by Ellen?” their maths teacher offered.
Ellen let out her breath and smiled at the boy so he knew who ‘Ellen’ was. She watched as he swerved around the rows of desks until finally he slouched down in the seat beside her.
She was a little intimidated at first because he was rather tall, but she soon calmed down when she realised he took no interest. He had his green jacket on and his backpack on his desk; he’d taken out a notebook and kept looking to the teacher and around the classroom trying to pick up what was going on.
By then, Ellen had automatically started taking notes in her own book, she thought that she could copy off of Sasha at break time, she wouldn’t mind. Ellen was copying something off the board and she jumped when a deep, gentle voice asked:
“Hey, do you have a pen I could borrow?”
Ellen stuttered and didn’t look him in the eye. “Sure,” she replied, reaching into her pencil case for a biro. She swivelled in her chair and gave it to him. His eyes were twinkling with tenderness.
“Thank-you,” he paused. “Ellen.”
She sighed and smiled at him again, then turned back around to finish her notes.