An Open Draft
This is an open draft, and for those that have been wondering the men Boys in the story are not based off of one single man boy, but each one is based off of a culmination of experiences both from my own life and lives I’ve had the honor to observe. The delay in chapters of Noelles life has come from being busy, not having my computer, and actually being almost happy. Well as of last night I have my computer for a little while at least, I’m forcing myself to slow down and take a deep breath, I’m finding it a little hard to breathe, and as for happy, while I may not feel as desperatley unhappy as Noelle I think that things sound better through her eyes.
And now I give you the first page of the next chapter in Noelles Journey (I always did hate titiling things)
Noelle woke up with a start. That was a dream beyond words.. She could actually feel the breeze in her hair as she stood on the edge of the cliff, loking down into the edge of the lake, she could see the plants and hear them rustling in the breeze, she couldn’t remember what they were called, but never failed to think of her Rock everytime she saw them. Her rock, the man that was supposed to be there for her, to love her. Noelle closed her eyes, it would be so easy just to jump, she had no reason to stay here, her love ran away straight into the arms of a younger woman with a better body, he kids couldn’t stand her half the time, it’s no wonder, Noelle couldn’t even stand herself half the time. There were days that she hurt so bad she could hardly breath, and today was one of those days. If Noelle was going to die alone she could at least just do it today, and get it over with.The breeze settled down and Noelle couldn’t hear a sound as she took a deep breath.
