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The Book: Seraphim�s Angel
Author: Elle Sheri
Status: WIP

Summary:
Seraphim Anderton takes you back to the autumn of �88. To a life
prior to her current existence as a pop star, to a memory that
she cannot forget. She strips her soul bare to reveal a fourteen
year old - living in poverty and still struggling to find her own
identity.

She sings about the exact moment when it all started. A
stormy, Saturday, August morning where for the very first time,
she met Gabriel. An estranged boy who believed she was his angel.
Is she? Together, they took a journey of self-discovery, of love,
of faith and of hope. A coming of age tale that magnifies the
magic of the human spirit.

Excerpt from the Book

Seraphim�s Song
I remember it clearly like it was yesterday. The autumn of �88. The day I first met my angel. How can one forget?

Twelve years has passed but I find myself, on more than countless occasions, reliving that memory. Scenes of it replay in my mind, over and over again. Yet, each and every time, it triggers a variety of fresh, raw emotions. It is as if, I am experiencing those emotions for the very first time.

Just like a favourite song, I am now familiar with my memory�s tune. I am sure you know how it goes. You eagerly anticipate the beginning of the verse. By the chorus, the melody and words become part of your soul. You sing along to the bridge, faintly aware that the song is ending. You hope it will go on a bit longer. But the last chorus fades and it is all over. Your song has ended.

I have lost count of how many times my song, my memory, has ended breaking my heart. Time and time again, I have tried picking up the pieces. Just when I thought that I have my act together, the song begins again. Reminding me to not forget. And so, it shall always stay. Unforgettable.

So here I am today, with a deeply personal song to sing. Me, Seraphim Anderton, all of twenty-six. Blessed, some may say, with fame and fortune. More than any sane person needs or can handle, really. Don�t get me wrong. I am deeply aware of how lucky I really am. It�s not every Jane that gets to be a pop star, isn�t it? I�ll be damned, however, if that is all that I am.

So in the following pages, I shall strip off all the slick, glossy packaging you have known me for. In its place instead, a fourteen year-old girl. Scrubbed and na�vely doing what she knows best - singing at the top of her lungs and dancing with abandon, to the one song she knows by heart.

The one about the angel.

Seraphim xx

Chapter 1

Begonia Walk.
The kaleidoscopic browns and reds were sprayed all over the streets and its� concrete pavements. It was an uncommonly cold morning, even for autumn. The work of late August breeze, toiling overtime.

It was almost nine yet there was hardly a soul in sight. Usually, crowds would have teemed at the posh, Giorgio�s Caf�. I remember walking past and admiring the beautifully made up faces of sophisticated socialites, sharing gossips over breakfast. Giorgio�s was their haven as it was centrally located next to the dozens of expensive salons and boutiques. I have always felt at odds walking amongst them. In my tattered denim jacket (a hand-me-down from my sister Celine), I felt like an outsider. Though I probably should not feel so conscious about it. As far as they are concerned, I was invisible. Nobody saw me. Except for one. Miss Therese, my dance teacher.

She had first spotted me when I was dancing alone at my cousin�s shotgun wedding. She had approached Momma and claimed I was the best raw talent she had ever seen. She thought that with formal lessons, I had the potential to be a world-class dancer. Momma did not believe her.

Well, maybe she did. But she was a parent without means. I was the second of her five children. And dad was dead in Momma�s eyes. What with her meagre wage as a dental assistant, Momma was barely making ends meet. So that was that, she said.

Miss Therese, however, would not take �No� for an answer. Every day, for two weeks, she hounded Momma at her workplace and basically, begged her. My sister, Jean, who was with Momma at the time, told me that Ms Therese had wanted to offer me free dance lessons. But my Momma had her pride. Naturally Miss Therese�s kind offer had made up Momma�s mind. It warranted an absolute �No� from her.

Unfortunately for Momma, I was equally as stubborn. You see, Miss Therese�s was the first compliment I had ever received. Not knowing any better, I was inclined to always believe in poor perceptions. One of which is that I was just one of Momma�s many �filthy, little bastards�. I had never thought to argue it.

So its rather strange that Miss Therese�s belief in me fired me like no other. I guess deep inside I wanted to proof the critics wrong. I attended her lessons in secret. Every Saturday, come rain or shine, I sneaked into Miss Therese�s and dance my cares away. I had to lie to Momma in the process. I told her that I had to attend extra English classes.

Don�t get me wrong though. It was not easy training under Miss Therese. She was a hard woman to please. In fact, the compliment she gave me at the wedding was a one-time event. Ms Therese like Momma was an old fashioned woman. She believed that criticism is the only motivator. We know better now. But at that time, I thought I had found my calling. Nothing could stop me from dancing.

That day would have been my twentieth dance with joy. But it was not meant to be. For that was the day that I met my angel, Gabriel..

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About The Author:
Seraphim*s Angel is Elle Sheri�s debut novel. She has also written dozens of poems and several short stories. A financial consultant by training, Elle's passion however is in writing and singing. Her ambition in life is to be a world�s best selling author.