Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190925004545

Okie, so I've been writing my own version of legacy for a while, and I decided to post it on here to see what other people think! Constructive critism is allowed, but please don't be mean, because this is my first fanfiction I've written and shared with other people.

 Chapter one 

Sophie reached up and tugged out an eyelash. She was pacing her room nervously, trying to think of a way to tell Fitz. She had barely been able to admit her feelings for him. . . how was she going to do this? But if she didn’t do this. . . tell him that she was unmatchable. . . it might damage their connection as cognates. Or even their friendship.

Just when she thought her head would explode from all her worrying, she heard a knock on the door. She jumped, having been so deep in thought that she had not heard anyone coming up the stairs. Edaline peeked her head into the room.

“Someone’s here to see you,” she said gently. She looked at Sophie, taking in her fuzzy neon yellow pajamas and frizzy hair, and added. “You might want to get cleaned up a bit.” and then retreated downstairs, probably to tell whoever it was that she was just getting dressed. Sophie pulled out two more eyelashes. What if it was Fitz? She wasn’t ready to do this yet. Reluctantly she dressed and brushed her hair down to its normal size. She stepped in front of the mirror and looked herself up and down. She didn’t particularly like her bejeweled, cream-colored dress, but it was the only way to camouflage her gloves.

“Ugh!” Vertina, Sophie’s spectral mirror started. “You need to fix your--” Sophie stepped out of the mirrors range, not in the mood for Vertina’s rude criticism today. She took a deep breath in, gathering her courage, and marched downstairs, trying to muster enough confidence to not look like a nervous wreck.

When Sophie entered the living room, she almost melted with relief when she saw it was just Biana. Sophie smiled and said hi, leading Biana up to her room so they could talk.

Biana frowned, noticing her Sophie’s anxious manner and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes?” Sophie said, intending it as an answer, but it came out as a question. She sank down onto the edge of her bed, and Biana joined her. “I don’t know.”

“What happened?” Biana asked, always a sympathetic friend.

“I-- well, I,” Sophie mumbled. She tried to say something, form the words to a sentence but nothing came out.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” Biana said, but Sophie could hear the hurt in her voice. “So, how was matchmaking? Did you get your packet?” She asked, changing the subject.

Sophie took a deep breath in, and said, very quickly, “Biana, I’m unmatchable!”

-Chloe 