1 A bottle of hope

Olivia stood on the pier near the beach ,looking over the endless waters of the ocean. Watching the sun turning the water into a dazzling ,twinkling and glittering turquoise surface. And as always she wondered what mysteries and wonders the sea held .She loved the sea and she was always reading about the myths which revolved around that mysterious hidden World.She loved to hear stories from the sailors and picking up shells and driftwood.She just loved the beach ,loved the sea and every of its creatures. She loved how the sand would run through her feet the sounds of the seagulls and the sound of the waves.Even though her stepmother and the social etiquette frowned upon a young lady doing things like this .She often was lectured about her behavior from the people aroind her and ridiculed for it. The beach was the only place ,were she could flee from the scornfull eyes of the people who riduled her.Since her Father had died .Her Stepmother had died she revealed the true self she had hidden . She was truly evil Olivia was beaten almost everyday but she held her ground and tried hard to not be a Pushover . But in the last Months it had become worse. Even her Maids treated her like she was trash and stole her juwelery and clothes. And if she didnt get her own food she would starve and all in all she was miserable .But all those worries diappeared when she was at the beach she had come here with her parents when she was still young and those pure warm and fuzzy feelings filled when she was at the beach. She had no friends no one she could rely on because she was always isolated or forced to stay in her room.She had a bottle with her .In the bottle was a little piece of paper a postcard .She wanted to have a friend ,a penpal .She sealed the glass bottle , she closed her eyes ,she had written those words with all her sincerety and heart blood she could muster. Then she threw the bottle into the sea as far as she could. The wind blew into her her aubourn brown hair which ruffled her siky curls as she looked at the sea with her dark green hoping eyes and a smile on her face.Even though her dress was an older and a bit wornout .The golden colour still looked glamorous and refined against her beutiful delicate frame .Her light skin which was like ivory or the petals of a light pink rose . Her lips and cheeks a soft pink .She was a beutiful young lady . Then she walked back to the carriage of her family and rode back to her troubles .

But what will become of her efforts? Will they bear fruit and become a frienship with an unbreakable bond? A symbol of unity and freedom in this harsh and cold world.

OR JUST A BECOME ANOTHER HOPELESS DREAM ?