Dialogue

The silence was awkward. Julianne Sierra didn’t know how to speak to her daughter and truth be told, Aimee Sutton had no intention in speaking to her mother. 

 

“I’m really excited that you’re here with me. I think you’re really going to like Galena, Aims,” said Julianne, attempting to start a conversation. 

 

“I doubt that,” flashed Aimee before she began to lower herself more into the passenger seat, as if it would swallow her whole. 

 

Her new residence in Galena, Illinois was due to the death of her Father. He had been killed by a drunk driver no less than two weeks ago. Aimee still had yet to process his death, distracted by her whole world changing around her. Never in a million years would she have thought she would be living in a crappy town like Galena.

 

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!’

“I doubt it. I guess when dad told you that I’ll live with you ‘over his dead body’ he really took it to heart” Aimee responded, and Julianne gasped .

 

“I can’t believe you would say something that is so hurtful.”

 

“Well I did. Besides, who is it going to hurt? My dad? He’s dead, Julianne.” 

 

“Aimee, I am not the enemy.” 

 

Aimee laughed darkly and pushed her hair behind her ear before responding. 

 

“So who is then? Because last time I checked you were the one who left dad and I back in New York to get re-married.”

“I didn’t leave you. My marriage between me and your father didn’t work.”

 

Aimee didn’t responed, allowing the car to once again fill up awkward silence.

 

Two Characters

Aimee

Image: Ginger haired, short, brown eyes, caramel skin, daddy’s girl, city girl, closed off

Voice: outspoken, sarcastic, humorous

Desire: to learn how to love living in a small town and without her father, possibly date the guy she has a crush on

Action: goes to the local school, becomes friends with a local teenager, visits the beach with her cousin and his friends, visits small town activities like town fair, visits the movie theater, tries to talk to the guy she likes

conflict: struggling with her fathers death, her cousin really doesn’t like the guy she likes, her city friends try to convince her to leave

Paul

Image: copper tone skinned, strong, muscular, tall, closed off, small town guy, family oriented

Voice: opinionated, hot-head, introverted

Desire: to get the girl he likes, to learn how to control his temper, to be more open about his life

Action: becomes closer with a friend in circle of friends, tries to take girl he likes to lunch, tries to share more of his history with his friends, learning some coping mechanism to deal with his anger

conflict: people telling him to stay away from the girl he likes makes him angry, people telling him what to do makes him angry, he is ashamed about his family history

Setting

Lavender Cottage was new, different, but not terrible. I’d never thought that I’d end up here, surrounded by rows of Lavender flowers, the reason for its name. A million stars scattered above the night sky as I brought myself toward the door. The moon lit up the noticeable features of my new home. There were five windows in the front, three on top and two on the bottom. In the middle of the two was a door, a two panel wooden door coated in the color white to add to the calmness of the house. It made me feel at peace, like nothing could ever harm me here, like I was invincible or the god of nature. 

As I stepped inside to take in what would be the beginning of my life, I gave myself a moment to really appreciate what surrounded me. It was something almost out of a story book. The steeply pitched roof was held up by large brown pieces of wood in a triangular shape to give it the feel of an old cabin. The brick walls coated in white paint where parallel to each other inside of the living. A fireplace was placed in the middle wall making it the first thing you noticed the minute you stepped into the room. There was a nook in the wall for books, something that reminded me of mystery novel where there hidden rooms behind bookcases. I was almost tempted to push it despite knowing it wouldn’t move. 

There was a sofa and two lounge chairs that were placed in the shape of the letter C, surrounding the wooden coffee table that held flowers other than lavender. Sheer curtains were lined across the windows, allowing the moonlight to shine through and create idyllic scene. There were flowers lots of them, surrounding the area, and for the first time in my life I felt like I could breathe. I looked at the color of the walls, so white and plain reminding of a hospital or classroom, and yet it somehow had the power to put me at ease. 

I noticed how open the space was, how you could see the upstairs area without even walking up the stairs. The high ceiling allowed the space to feel more open and peaceful. As I made my way up the stairs, I took note of the view from the second floor onto the living room. It made me wonder how fun it would be to move the sofas and place beanbags on the ground and just jump. Just to feel like a kid again. 

As I walked through the hallway, I saw that there were three bedrooms and one bathroom. Each room where about the same in size and design. There was a bed in each with white metal bed frames and lace canopy’s along the top to provide a sort of elegance to the room. The window in the bedroom, like the windows in the living area, held sheer curtains to allow the light to flow through. The place might not have been much but it was home, and that was enough. 

Imagery (Face)

She was exquisite. Even if I was the only one who saw her that way.

Her skin reminded of peaches. Soft and red, like a newly born baby. A Mona Lisa smile was permanently kept on her face. Her honeyed, petite lips were consistently curved into a mysterious expression. She reminded of me of character inside of Nancy Drew novel.

Her eyes consumed me. Blue like the Icarian Sea, with specks of yellow like sunlight dancing on the water. Her eyelashes only made the diamond shape of her eyes more prominent. With eyelashes so dark and thick, you could hold all your love on top of it.

Her face held the shape of a heart, like a reflection of the kind of soul she held. Her freckles were like constellations along her face. Perfectly placed by God like paint on canvas. They surrounded her nose. So small and delicate, you almost felt an urge to touch it. A nose so elegant it reminded you of Kensington Palace.

The hair that framed her beauty was black like the darkness of the night, almost daring you to come inside. Allowing you to be consumed by the shadows of it blowing in the wind.

She may not have been beautiful to others, but to me she was perfect.