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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Aug 15, 2008 0:07:23 GMT -6
These Are the Moments written by Mistress Wisewings
Summary: For the Moments challenge by Whiskers. This is the road that led to the shaping of Ashlyn Nicole Miles.
Note: Since we haven't officially said anything on Ashlyn's appearance, I'll just make something up for her. Besides, she hasn't appeared much elsewhere anyway. And, just for fun, I have added some Irish words in, since Ashlyn is half Irish.
Chapter One: Loss
"Tag! You're it!"
Ashlyn Miles, age 6, whirled around, skirts twirling around her legs, and stared after her older brother, Howard. She stuck her tongue out at him and raced after him while their parents chuckled.
"You can't catch me, deirfiúr," Howard called, laughing.
"Wanna bet, deartháir?"
"Careful, son," their father said, grinning ear to ear. "You don't want to answer that."
"Jordan!" His wife said, looking appalled.
Meanwhile, Ashlyn had not broken her concentration and was slowly gaining up on her older brother. Her light blonde hair drifted behind her like a cape while her blue dress ruffled around her body. She had a grin on her face and she picked up her speed, slowly catching up. Her fingertips barely brushed the soft denim of Howard's jeans when she heard the first gunshot.
Both Howard and Ashlyn skidded to a halt, frozen. Then another shot rang, making the two jump.
"Mom? Dad?" Howard called.
No answer.
Ashlyn's chin began to wobble, her heart already sinking down into the pit of her churning stomach. She knew what had happened, though she was only six years old. Slowly, she collapsed to the ground as her brother continued to call out to their parents, tears rolling down both their cheeks.
------------------- first part is done... more to come later on. Need sleep.
deirfiúr: sister deartháir: brother
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Aug 15, 2008 9:53:56 GMT -6
Chapter Two: New School
"You'll love this school, Ashlyn," Aunt Lillian said, smiling widely.
Ashlyn wasn't so sure. She wanted to be back at home in Ireland, with the rolling hills, old castles, and the beautiful scenery. She didn't want to be going to school in America with her father's sister.
Howard wrapped an arm around his young sister, pulling her to his side. "We'll be in the same school, Ash. It's going to be fine."
"ba mhaith máthair agus athair," she whispered to her brother in Irish.
He squeezed her tightly. "mo fosta."
Aunt Lillian pulled the car to a stop near the front door to the elementary school and put the car in park. "You two have fun in school and don't use Irish in front of other children."
Howard rolled his eyes and opened his door. Ashlyn followed him out and instinctively grabbed a hold of his hand as they began their new life in America. ----------------- Translation:
ba mhaith máthair agus athair: I want mother and father mo fosta: me too
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Aug 15, 2008 10:36:23 GMT -6
The moments are really short but that's because there isn't too much else to say. Ashlyn is mostly quiet and intelligent, but she can have fun. BTW, Howard is three years older than Ashlyn.
Chapter Three: Teen Troubles
Ashlyn was more withdrawn by the time she became a teenager. Sure, she had gotten used to the American lifestyle and had a small group of friends, but the changes happening in her body were making her confused and, at times, angry and frustrated. Hell, she even was beginning to develop a crush on one of her guy friends.
No matter how long Howard and Ashlyn were in America, they never stopped speaking in Irish, which tended to irritate those around them. The Miles siblings, though, taught some of their friends how to say certain things in Irish, which pleased their friends. Howard thought it was hilarious when he had taught his best friend, Shane, to say swear words in Irish.
"Conas atá tú?" a deep male voice asked.
Ashlyn looked up from her lunch tray into the concerned look of one of her best friends, Mikael (say it as Michael) Harrison. His thick dusty brown hair was slightly mused and his light blue eyes sparkled like the sun touching water.
"Tá mé ceart go leor," she replied back, playing with a pea.
Mikael sat down next to her. "No, you aren't okay," he said in English. "What is wrong, Ash?"
She let out a sigh. "Stupid teen troubles, that's all, Mik."
"Really? That's all?" He seemed a little disbelieving.
God, he is so beautiful, she thought with a dreamy smile. I wish he was mine.
"Truly. It's just... hard... to get used to."
Mikael nodded. "Yes, that it is." He stole a piece of meat from her tray and ate it, ignoring her dirty look she sent to him. "Well, I gotta jet. See ya during fifth period."
Ashlyn watched him walk away. "táim i ngrá leat, Mikael Harrison." --------------- Translation:
Conas atá tú: How are you Tá mé ceart go leor: I'm OK táim i ngrá leat: I'm in love with you
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Aug 15, 2008 11:04:27 GMT -6
Chapter Four: Homecoming Dance (for her freshmen year, since Ashlyn is around 17 when she is mentioned in Harvest Moon)
Ashlyn got a ride to the Homecoming dance with Howard and his date, Jennifer. She shifted the skirt of her dress, which was done in a beautiful lavendar color. It was strapless and had beautiful white swirling designs with clear beads dangling from the silky fabric.
"Don't worry, you look beautiful," Howard said from the driver's seat, looking back at her via the rearview mirror. "I'm sure Mikael will fall in love with you with one look."
"But he already has a date," Ashlyn said sourly, playing with one of the beads.
"That doesn't mean he can't look," Jennifer replied, smiling beautifully. "Besides, he already likes you."
"As a friend."
Howard and Jennifer shared a look. "Whatever you say." ------------- Ashlyn sat nervously down at one of the abandoned tables, fingering her paper cup of punch. A few people said hello to her as they passed but majority of the crowd were blissfully unaware of her presence, which was fine for her.
"Dia duit, álainn," a familiar voice whispered into her ear.
She yelped and turned around to face Mikael, who was smiling down at her. He was gorgeous in his black tux with a red rose pinned on.
"Ladies shouldn't be sitting at a dance like this," he said, "nor should they be alone. Where is your date?"
"Don't have one," she responded. "I came alone."
"Then, shall I have this dance, beautiful lady?"
Ashlyn felt her heart race as she stared at his hand. "What about your date, Mik? Wouldn't she be mad?"
Mikael shrugged. "She's dancing with other guys, doing her usual thing."
She let out a sigh and finally gave in. "Alright, I'll dance with you." --------------- Translation:
Dia duit, álainn: hello, beautiful
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Post by Mistress Fangs on Aug 15, 2008 14:19:49 GMT -6
lovey that's Gaelic not irish, and not as many speak it as you'd think
nicely done.... jw what happened to Quil?
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Aug 15, 2008 14:35:26 GMT -6
Very interesting story so far. Irish (or whatever it is) is a very nice touch. ^^ Can't wait for more.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Aug 15, 2008 20:42:45 GMT -6
oops.. oh well. The websites said Irish, so don't blame me. *wink* And Quil met her in Whiskers' fic she made for me. So he won't be mentioned here yet.
Chapter Five: Moving
Ashlyn stared out the car window, her light brown eyes taking in the scenery around her. Aunt Lillian had moved her to a small town in Washington, near a town named Forks. Howard stayed behind with Nicole, his pregnant girlfriend. Besides, he was already in college, working on becoming a lawyer.
"You'll like Washington," Aunt Lillian said from the front. "I hear Seattle is a wonderful city."
"If you like being surrounded by water," Ashlyn murmured, shuddering. She hated being in water for longer than necessary. She had had a bad experience near a body of water.
"C'mon, sweetie. You'll love it here. More scenery than where we used to live. This way, you can better perfect your drawing skills."
Ashlyn grunted in reply, her eyes still locked on the tall trees. -------------- fin
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Aug 17, 2008 21:16:44 GMT -6
Love it. ^^ Wonderful story dear.
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Post by Mistress Fangs on Aug 17, 2008 21:27:38 GMT -6
nice hun, didn't mean to offend, i've been hanging around D to much only reason why i know
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