Hey, Guys! I'm going to be starting a sort of writing club here. If you join, you can send me your story and I'll post it on here with your name, and I promise I won't edit a tiny bit of it. If you want to post an entry, just send it to me through a message. Message me if you want to join!
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We arrived at the lonely old inn, panting and hungry. Adley had stopped crying, and now was just staring numbly at the sign with the peeling paint that read; "The Red Curtain Inn". A grimy old inn keeper looked at us, clearly thinking we had no money. We looked like beggers!
Thankfully, Jennie had packed two purses full of money. She counted out three poles and a nike. She handed it to the old man. He pocketed it without even bothering to count it, and said,
"Ther name's Gnouw Rohtur. Yer room is..." He checked a list. "...room one. Thar's yer key." He handed me an old key, and shuffled off calling over his shoulder, "Dinner wheel be brought up ter yah. Enjoy yer stay."
"Well...!" I started, but Jennie shushed me and started down the grimy hallway to room one. She unlocked the door, and got in.
It was a small room, but large enough to have two tiny beds and one trundle. It was painted a dull brown, and there was a small table with boxes for chairs. I sniffed the air, and it smelled like burning dust. That was because jennie had just lit a fire in the small fireplace, and there was a thick layer of dust and bugs in it. in the corner of the room, there was a room devider, and when I looked behind it, I found a small outhouse hole and two buckets of water.
"Gross!" I said. "Jennie, I demand to know once and for all why we're here. And why I'm not still in my room instead of this...this..."
"Gwen, just be thankfull that we're here." Jennie sniffed the air, then sneezed. She went over to one of the buckets, wet a handerchief, and put it over Adley's face.
"I don't want him to start crying again," She explained.
I sat down on my bed. "Jennie, I will do whatever you want me to do, I will never ask another question again, just please tell me what's going on!"
She sat down across from me, and looked down at her hands in her lap. "Well...alright, but as long as you promise not to inturrupt."
"I promise," I said, not liking the expresion on her face.
She started. "Mom woke me up in the middle of the night and sent me packing. She told me that there is a girl, about your age, who has to make a decision. That...that's what the curse, the prophecy is about."
"But what is the prophecy?" I breathed.
Jennie took a breath, and then, she spoke in a strangly calm, lovely but scary voice. "Rain to not come, till a choice is made
A girl must make a decision.
Either good, or bad, it has not been laid
Either led by the heart, or tradition.
Her choice, her wish, can either bring good
With joy and happiness, and brotherhood.
Her choice, her wish, could also bring power
To herself; and the rest, thrown off of a tower.
I looked at her blankly. "So...where do we come in?"
She smiled. "We have to find the girl, and convince her to make the right choice. The right choice of her wish.
20 of December, in the year Yam
We left the castle today, and we are staying at The Red Curtain Inn. I told Gwen today, about the curse. I just hope we find that poor, poor girl. I don't know where she is, what she looks like, or even her name! Lord, please help us.
Forgive me for making this such a short entry. I hope mama and papa are safe.
Jennie
Jennie woke me up the next morning. How she got in my room, I don't know, I just heard someone softly calling my name and gently shaking my shoulder.
"Go away," I muttered, half asleep. "I'm...busy..."
"Gwen!" She whispered. "Gwen, get up out of bed, quickly!"
She bustled around the room, throwing my clothes into a large carpet bag suitcase and books, sewing, and some jewelry into another. That got me up.
"Jennie...what's going on?" I said, getting out of bed and throwing an old robe over me. She instantly snatched it off my back and threw it into the carpet bag. I shivered.
"Sorry, Gwenny, but you have to get dressed quickly. Something old."
I walked over to my dresser and grabbed the oldest dress I could find. I wasn't sure what was going on, but maybe Jennie was...yes, that was it! Today must be my birthday, and Mom and Jennie were planning a surprise birthday party for me! Excitedly, I threw on my dress. Why did they want me to wear an old one? Surely my best party dress would be in order. But, I reflected, they were probably going to throw me in the lake or something, and when I was underwater, everyone would leap out and when I came up they would yell 'Surprise!". Yes, that was it.
Jennie finnaly got everything packed, and then looked around. "Where's your diary, Gwen?"
"My Diary?"
Exsaperated, Jennie said. "No time to explain! Just give me your diary, and lets get out of here!"
A day ago, I would have said, 'Ha, ha, okay, you win' and gotten a big bucket of water and thrown it all over her. But now, I looked at her and saw that...she was serious. Whatever this, its no birthday party.
Silently, I went under the bed and opened up my little cupboard. I handed the the diary to her.
She didn't tuck it in her pocket. She didn't open it and say "Tricked you! Now I know all your secrets." She just threw it in the bag and asked if I had my key.
When I told her, yes, I did have my key, she said, "Come on!" grabbed the bags and raced down the hallway.
"Wait!" I said, and when she stopped, I ran back into the room and grabbed my two kittens, Mixie and Trixie. Once I had them, I followed Jennie outside.
* * *
We were running through the woods by the castle. I held my two bags and my cats ontop of my bags while Jennie carried Adley. I still didn't know why we were running, or what from, or ever where we were going, but now was not the time to ask. Still...
"Jennie..." I panted. "Where...are...we...going?"
"The...inn...down...the...road," She panted back. "Don't...try...to...talk...save your...energy."
And so, we ran on. With two cats, five bags (Adley had had one and Jennie had two), one baby, and two lost twelve year olds.
* * *
19 or December, in the year of the Yam
The rain stopped this morning, but we couldn't risk it. Joy sent the children away, so they won't be in danger. Personally, I think she should have gone with them. It's to dangerous for her to be walking around the castle. But, I still ask myself, danger from what? I don't fully understand the curse myself.
I'm also worried about Gwen. She's so headstrong, she might hurt herself, Jennie, and even Adley. My heir! Nothing must harm him. I was thinking of keeping Gwen home-she really wouldn't get hurt, she's quick and strong and really I'm not that worried about her-but Joy said no, she had to take care of Jennie and Adley.
Must go-watch over castle is being strengthened, and its my turn.
Godspeed,
Fredrick
I woke up to the sound of rain. It was a nice sound, pitter, patter, pitter patter, rain rain rain-
Rain?
I sat streight up in bed and looked out the window. Yes, it was storming-thunderclouds booming, lightning flashing. That was impossible! It never rained on the Castle of Lights, or anywhere in Mohagia! Not since that gnome had cast that wicked, wicked spell. I leaped out of bed, completaly ignoring the servant that was sleeping in on of her armchairs, "watching" me, and ran outside.
* * *
There were already quite a few people outside watching it, my father, for one. he was surrounded by servants holding dusty old umbralla's over his head that they had somehow managed to dig up. The other people outside-servants, dukes, Jennie and my little brother Adley-had sun umbrellas over their heads. They were all laughing, smileing, enjoying thecool freshness, but for some reason the King was frowning deeply.
"If he frowned any lower, his neck would dissapear and anyone who saw him would burst out laughing." I said. Of course, I didn't actually say this out loud, but I may as well have because nobody was paying any attention to me. They didn't realize that I'm out there soaking wet, in my pajama's without a coat, and freezing cold. Sure, I was excited-the first rain ever since I was born! But its breakfast time! It can wait!
The Queen came out, and echoed my thoughts. "Fredrick, can't watching the rain wait? Look at poor Gwenny here, she's not even dressed!"
I nodded, trying to look sad and cold and pathetic, which wasn't hard.
Dad sighed, and turned around without speaking to Mom or me and walked back to the castle. The servants made a flurry of movement trying not to let a single raindrop touch him. Mom followed him, along with the other servants, and pretty soon it was just me and the rain.
"You know, rain," I said sadly. "Maybe we should get together sometime. You're the only one who stayed with me. That must mean you like me, right?"
It rained harder.
I went in.
* * *
"But whyyy dooo I have toooo eat them?" Adley protested in his four year old voice.
I rolled my eyes. Adley would do anything for attention. Jennie crooned softly, "Adley, sweetums, just eat your toast and we can play in the rain, okay?"
"Okay," Adley's expression softened, and he started eating. I stabbed at my food, and then looked at mom. "Why is it raining?"
Mom stared at her waffle. "Now...now is not the time for questions, Gwen. Why don't you go to...to your room?"
I slammed my fork on the table and sat up. "Fine!" I said, and walked to my room.
* * *
18 of December, in the year Yam
Its raining! Can you believe it? Rain! It hasn't rained since that gnome gave a prophecy. I only know a bit of it, because I sneeked a quick peek at fathers diary. It was, "Rain to not come 'till...and that's all I saw before Mom dragged me away before I could read the rest. Well, I'm going to go read a book now, about fish. Fish are my favorite animal, did you know that?
Bye.
Hello, everyone! I'm going to be writing short chapter book. Here it is!
Chapter One
I laughed when I saw the elf make faces at Jennie. I laughed so hard that I fell over onto the floor. The elf looked pleased with himself and didn't notice Jennie run away with tears in her eyes.
But I did.
I heard a maid giggle when she saw Jennie stumble and fall, her long legs streaming everywhere. The maid didn't notice a sharp cry and Jennie burying her head in her arms.
But I did.
Walking to the table at dinner, Jennie sliped on a piece of butter that was on the floor. The King and Queen chuckled to themselves and didn't see Jennie push away the food and not eat anything, even though her stomach was plainly growling.
But I, Her Royal Majesty Princess Gwenevoria, did.
* * *
I caught up with my mother as she walked back to her Royal Room for dinner, and said, "Why is Jennie always made fun of?"
The Queen glanced sharply at her. "Gwenny..."
I hastily curtsied. "Please tell me."
Mother stiffened. "Now is not the time, Gwen. You know the Castel of Lights is having trouble as it is without your silly questions. Please go back to your room and write in your journal. Then I expect you to take an hour long bath, making sure you are 99.9999% clean, then you may read until nine thirty. Now leave me at once!"
I curtsied again, and then walked off as fast as I was allowed.
* * *
I entered my room. It was quite dull, actually, compared to the rooms in the Castle of Dawn, where the twelve children live. There's a rumor that they are all named after the twelve months in a year...I've always wondered if its true. Anyway, my room has a canopy bed, a pool sized tub, a bathroom with two sinks (one for washing hands, one for washing face) and on the wall two large platforms, one with another bed on it and a ladder leading up, and one with a couple blankets and a piece of rope. The one with the bed was my writing area, the one with the rope was my two cats area.
I looked around my room, making sure no one was there, and dashed under the bed. I tapped the wall gently, and out came a small door that had a tiny cubbyhole inside. I reached my hand in, grouped among other things I had hidden, and found my journal. Unlocking it with the key that hung around my neck, I came back out from underneath my bed and started climbing the ladder up to my small alcove.
The 17 of December, in the year Yam.
Must I write in this again? Mother expects me to write in this every day, and the only thing I found in it is discomfert. This will be a short entry, I can tell. My hand hurts from writing, my head hurts from looking at my awful handwriting, my neck hurts from always having to hide this stupid key from our guests. Even my sister Jennie, the clutzy bookworm, dislikes writing. Once I was snooping through her room, and I found the cubby whole in her room with the Diary in it. She's lucky-hers isn't under the bed, its next to the window! She has some very dull entries, but the one thing I learned from it is that she hates writing in it too. Goodness, this is the longest entry I have ever written! Good night, Journal.
May. 1, 2009 - the right writing tips for the right writers. (lol, I'm kidding. There are no right or wrong writers!)
Here are some tips for all the writers out there!
1. Read more! You'll get good ideas.
2. Don't try to copy other peoples ways of writing, write the way you are comfertable with.
3. Be welcome to suggestions, but you don't always have to take them.
4. Don't write everything at once, take time. It actually lets you write more, because your hand doesn't get all cramped and sore.
5. Neverlisten to that little voice inside your head that says "Ugh, your writing is terrible! Write more like Jenny! Or, better yet, don't write at all!" That's just your inner critic, something that you need to get rid of.
6. If your trying to write a really great, long book, don't start on it "write" away. Instead, try writing short stories for a little while and make them better and better. That way, you will be ready when the big book comes.
7. Listen and watch other people. You could get good ideas from them for people in your story.
8. Bring an extra notebook wherever you go. You never know when you might be stuck in traffic!
9. Write more!
10. Read blogs like this one to get cool information! (lol)
Writefully yours,
Tammy Catz
(my new name-you know how people make up fake names that I forget what they are called? This is mine.)
Sorry, I just read my comments and saw a vote for the Stolen Portrait and Animal letters! We switched computers, so I can't find Animal Letters, but I do have Jenny's book. Here ya go!
Jen slowly walked over to the table and leaved against it. If you turned your back to the wall, there were two windows, each with a small furnace under them. Jen had been excited to see it when they moved in-she was picturing curling up there with the heat soaking into her legs and reading a nice long good book. Maybe a nice Jane Austin. Her mother would bring her cookies, and her father-
“I don’t care if-no, I don’t want-well, yes, but-’’
Aha. Yes. There he was. Mr. John Peter Volocent, Director and Author of the famous book and movie, Revenge of the beagle. Unfortunately, he didn’t get as much publicity as the movie stars had, so he had all these phone calls from old grumpy people instead of adoring fans.
“Eeeeep!” Jen’s little brother, Harry, ran by and made a lunge for the pizza. He lifted up the top of one box. “Olives? Where’s my pepperoni?” he demanded, looking at Mrs. Volocent angrily.
“I thought we could pick off the olives and give them to Jen, hon,” She said, and sent a significant look to Jenny.
“Mom, can we watch a movie during dinner?” Jen asked.
Jen’s mother studied her for a moment, and then said, “Well…alright, I guess so. But watch the movie that Harry wanted to see. What was it-Veggie Tales? Dragon Tales?”
“Both,” Groaned Jen. “But I would prefer to watch Sesame Street.”
“I’m sure you can get your turn tomorrow,” Mrs. Volocent said busily, not detecting the note of sarcasm in her daughter’s voice.
Ugh, Jen thought to herself. Why can’t I watch all the stuff Iwant to watch? All the girls are watching Demmi and the Lost Bracelet, and even Princesses Hannah and Jo, which is a movie for eight year olds. Mom is so unfair!
Jen couldn’t go against her mother, though, so she grabbed some salad out of the refrigerator, and poured it into a bowl.
“Mom, do I have to eat the pizza?” She asked. “Think of all the calories-’’
“-You are going to eat that pizza weather you like it or not,” Her mother interrupted. “One slice won’t kill you.”
I’ll bet, Jen thought grudgingly, but she didn’t say anything. She started cutting up some celery and tomato and throwing it in a bowl. “Alright, I’ll eat half a slice.”
“Uh-uh. You will eat a whole slice.”
“Aw, mom!”
“Do as she says.”
Both girls jumped as Mr. Volocent came into the room. He smiled tiredly.
“Our Jen, one of a kind, huh? Most kids would be asking for another slice of pizza, and ours-’’
“Dad,” Jen interrupted, embarrassed even in front of her own family. “Think of how much weight you are gaining by eating-how many slices of pizza do you normally eat?”
“Four,” He said, taking another one.
“Four slices of pizza, and then you complain about eating too much. You should be like me, Dad, vegetarian and skinny!”
Her dad smiled, then said, “Honey, I don’t think I will ever stop eating pizza, and I certainly won’t be a vegetarian. I’ll leave that to you.”
He gave her mom a kiss, hugged Jen, and then left for the office carrying the four slices of pizza with him.
“Jenny,” Mrs. Volocent said, looking at her wristwatch. “I don’t think you’ll be able to watch a movie tonight. It’s eight thirty, and…well, Harry’s bedtime…”
“It’s alright, mom. I understand.” Jen said, trying not to look too relieved. “Um…by the way, when is my bedtime?”
Her mother smiled. “Your birthday was two days ago, pumpkin. Your bedtime is now…nine thirty.”
Jen grinned, and took her salad and pizza up to her room. She quickly logged onto the computer to see if Lydia was on. She was!
veggiequeen200: hello
iluvmusic12: jen! omg, u r never on at the same time as meeee!
veggiequeen200: ik
iluvmusic12: i wish you hadn't moved to the opposite side of America
veggiequeen200: ik
iluvmusic12: i mean, north Carolina must be so boring. not like Arizona.
veggiequeen200: ik
iluvmusic12: and would you stop saying i know all the time???!!! its kinda annoying
veggiequeen200: ik
sorry
iluvmusic12: *sigh*
veggiequeen22: sorry!
iluvmusic12: that's okay. im just really bummed that your gone, and now i have no one 2 protect me from Aimee...
veggiequeen200: not true! u have Hilary
iluvmusic12: come on. Hilary is...well, she's not u
veggiequeen200:thnx
iluvmusic12: yur welcome
listen, i g2g
veggiequeen200: ok, bye
iluvemusic12: bye
Jen folded up her laptop, changed clothes, and flopped on the bed, soon fast asleep.
Hope the cat stretched, and gave a big yawn. She was tired, since she had spent all day watching the town folk selling their goods to other town folk. Rugs, soups, fruits, flowers, milk-the town was thriving. Hope didn’t know exactly where she was, but her mother had told her that it was a town called Bet Lechem, meaning house of bread. Its twin, Bet El, meant House of God. Her mother didn’t know exactly, but she had heard that Bet El was founded by Yaccov, a great worshiper to God.
“Hope,” Ima cat called to her. “Please take these to old cat Benjamin,” She handed Hope some lamb’s wool, from the sheep that they lived with. Sheep were always kind to Hope and her Ima, mother, and gave them some of they’re wool for the long winter nights.
“Right away, Ima,” Hope replied, and she raced away with the wool in her teeth. She liked going to old Benjamin to hear a story about ancient times. She always brought him some wool for thanks, and then begged for another story.
Hope approached the barn, and meowed as a sign that she was there. A rusty old meow coughed, then laughed
“Ah, that’d be Hope. Come in, little one.”
Hope entered, and set the wool down.
“I’ve come to bring your wool, Aba, and to request a story?”
His whiskers twitched, and he gestured with his tail for her to make herself comfortable.
“Many, many years ago. A man named Yonah was a very good man.He dedicated his life to God. God put him on a mission-“
“And what was that mission?” Breathed Hope. She knew this story, but she loved to hear it come from Benjamin.
He continued with his story, and was almost to the end when Ima burst in.
“Ah, Hannah,” Benjamin said. “Come listen to the story.”
“No, I want Hope to help me clean the stables!” Ima growled. “What are you doing telling her a story? Didn’t she tell you about her chore?”
Hope looked down, and slowly followed her Ima, thinking about all the work that had to be done.
“…And then I want you to make sure that the sheep have nice, clean coats,” Ima continued, hours later. “We don’t want dirty bedding now, do we?”
“No, Ima,” Hope murmured. She was quiet on the outside, but on the inside she was boiling. Why on earth was Ima being so mean to her? And to go outside to bring water…didn’t she know how cold it was?
“Yes, Ima,” She muttered again, and turned to go outside.
She had almost made it to the well, when she suddenly decided to do what she had been dreaming of for months-to run away. Instead of heading to the well, she turned and ran down a different path. She ran right, left, left, then right again…
After an hour of running she stopped, panting. She wished that she had at least brought some water with her, and then realized that there was no way that she could have carried it while running.
Hope thought about what Ima would be doing right about now. She was probably worried, and had to eat the two mice she had caught all by herself. Of course, she probably…didn’t…miss her…at all…
Sobbing, she threw herself down on the sand, her tail curled in a tight ball. Why did this always happen to her? Why was she so stu-
Suddenly, Hope heard singing, and laughter. She looked up, and there, coming out of the sky, were angels. Five cats, clothed in white starlight, were swirling down to her. The first one to reach the ground stopped in front of Hope, and said;
“See that star over there?”
Hope was so surprised that she fell over. What star? But then the cat pointed with her tail to a star that Hope had not noticed before.
It was a big white star that was shining so brightly it overpoweredall the others.
“Follow that star,” the cat continued. “And you will be home. There you will find a task to do, a very important one. Follow that star.”
The other cats, settling down on the ground, echoed her.
“Yes! Follow that star! Follow that star!”
Hope stared at it, and then turned to the angel again. She saw that it looked fermiliar.
“A-Aba?” she asked. “Is that really you?”
“Yes, child,” the cat said. Hope’s father, Thomas, had tears in his eyes.
“But-but how did you die? We looked everywhere for you.”
“A town folk had stolen me, and then didn’t feed me. I died of starvation.
Hope was horrified, but suddenly her father disappeared, and she was left with his words.
Follow that star.
She had no choice but to follow that star, so she followed it. It seemed to take years in a few seconds. She didn’t even know what she was doing-she just had to follow it. As she drew nearer,
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named April. April had eleven siblings-Jan, Ferb, March, May, June, July, Augustus, September, Octovious, Novenber, and December. Ferb, Augustus, and Octovious were the only boys. They all were princes and princesses in the Castle of Dawn, named for its splendid views at dawn. April was fourteen, March was fifteen, Ferb was sixteen, and Jan was seventeen. Jan was going to be named Queen on her eighteenth birthday, and so April was busy organizing things. All the children had special jobs. There was a big list of them on the entrance to the East Wing, they're wing.
January (Jan): Supervizing/Age: 17
Febuary (Ferb): Making sure all supplies arrives/age:16
March (Marchy): Watching the rule book/Age:15
April (mouse): Organizing/age:14
May (Rosie): planting flowers/Age:13
June (ladybug): Taking care of animals/age:12
July (Sparklers): re-arranging/age:11
Augustus (Augy): Cooking/age: 10
September (Sunny): Decorations/age:9
Octovious (Oct.): building/age:8
November (Fall): sewing/age:7
December (Spicy): giving everyone a smile/age:7
Dad made that list. Everyone does what is one the list, some with grumbling and some without. Things were mostly quiet in the Castle of Dawn.
Mar. 4, 2009 - Rachel's Writings-now Rachel's "others"!
Now nobody is really interested in my stories, so I'm probably going to just be putting random stuff. I will be making new templates, putting new pictures up-and sometimes writing stories! If any of you want me to continue with a story that you like, now would be a good time to ask. I also can write stories for y'all-just tell me the people you want, the plot, time, place, and anything else you want in an email or private message. i would be more then happy to do it for you!
Okay. If anybody could possibly be reading this entry, I want to make it clear to at least that one person: I'm going to be putting the beginnings of story's in this entry, then you tell me which one you like the best. Okay? Okay. Here we go.
Camellia’s in Spring
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Camellia. She was a small girl with dark black hair and blue eyes. Her mother, Rose, didn't let her go to school because she couldn't read and she had to stay on their farm and work. Her father, Andrew was strict and didn't usually talk much. He just went to work every day and came home with a bit of money for food. She didn't have any friend (unless you count the barn animals) and she had the same meal everyday. Then again, she had no bullies, her mother cooked great meals, and she loved playing with newborn kittens. It wasn't a bad life, yet it wasn't so perfect either. It was just...life.
Then her father died.
Animal Letters
It all started when and my friend and I won a trip to England. We opened the letter, and fireworks came, though I didn’t know it then.
We ran screaming out of the house bringing our nosy neighbor Mrs. Grill outside to check out what was going on. My best friend Angel Vickson said;
“Isn’t it wonderful Tammy? We’re going to Paris!”
She pronounced it Pair-we like how the French say it. Angel’s Mom is French, so she knows these things.
“It’s not Paris, Angel,” I said, still running around and waving my arms like crazy. “It’s England.”
“Same thing,” She grinned. Angel has short term memory loss. “I love England!”
I raced over and hugged her so fast that we both fell on the grass. She laughed and we both acted just like little kids again, laughing and rolling on the grass.
“Get off my lawn!” yelled Mrs. Grill next door. Angel and I, not acting like the two twelve year olds we are, ran into the house.
“Mrs. Wilbert’s!” Angel yelled. She is known to get very hyper when she is excited, so she was running in circles with me trying to save the china that she almost knocked over. Mom came running down.
“Is everything alright?” She asked. My mom likes to overreact a lot.
“No, mom, everything is fine,” I replied, shooting a glare at Angel. “We just-’’
“We won the tickets to England!” Angel yelped, and sounded like she was having so much fun saying this, that I couldn’t help telling mom some things about the trip too.
“We won, and we are going to England on the 24th, and we are going to have so much fun!”
Moms face broke into a smile. If there was anything she liked more then scolding and snapping, it was traveling. It was she who suggested buying a ticket in the first place.
“Oh, that’s great Tam!” She exclaimed. “I saw the best dress in the catalogue, and its ten dollars cheaper if you buy it there! You would look great in it!”
She winked at me, like I had a special place I had to go that called for a new dress. I am a girl who all the boys ignore, who never gets invited for school dances, and has plain red, stringy hair, and plain grey eyes. Angel is my only friend-she is also one of the ignored peoples. Why would I need that dress?
“Yeah, um, thanks mom,” I stammered.“Angel, why don’t we go up to my room and-?
“Oh, mom probably wants me by now, sorry,” She said, though not looking at all sorry. She was probably picturing what her mom was going to do when she told her about going to England. Most likely she would throw a party and buy tons of stuff for her to take.
The Stolen portrait
Chapter One
Dear Lydia,
I have really missed you since I moved.
How is that boy you liked? What’s his name-John? He’s cute, dontcha
“Drat!” Jenny Volocent threw her pencil back on the ground and crumpled up her piece of paper. “Drat, drat, drat!”
“What’s wrong, honey?” Jenny’s mother, Aimee Volocent, came running up their brand-new staircase and came into her brand-new room. “Did you break something? You know how-oh, honey, you haven’t even un-packed yet!”
That was true. Jen’s new room was filled to the brim with boxes-the only thing that she had unpacked was her writing and drawing kit. She wasn’t planning to use anything but that for another week or so. And now she was trying to write the perfect letter to her best friend Lydia, but she couldn’t figure out how to word it.
“I suppose you can finish that tomorrow,” Jen’s mom said. “But hurry up and come downstairs, we ordered pizza again!”
“Pizza?” Jen groaned. She was probably the only girl in the world who didn’t like pizza. She hated the cheese, the sauce, and the toppings-ugh. She climbed slowly down the stairs, turned right, and there was her dining room. In the center of it was a long round table, and behind it was a china cabinet. At least, that was how Jen’s mother was picturing it when they unpacked everything. So far, they had a foldable table and a couple of boxes.
This next one is a poem I wrote, not a story. If you vote for this, I will be writing more like this one.
To Sarah and Mommy
If summer nights were all like this,
I wouldn’t want any more.
From the great lord above,
I wouldn’t want any more.
If the days of summer were all slow andcool,
I wouldn’t want any more.
If the grass was greener then ever before,
I wouldn’t want any more.
If I could just sit here forever
I wouldn’t want any more.
If summer nights were all like this,
I wouldn’t want any more.
That is everything for today. Please leave me a comment, I am desperate!
Okay, I promised y'all a modern story so here it is!
It all started when and my friend and I won a trip to England. We opened the letter, and fireworks came, though I didn’t know it then.
We ran screaming out of the house bringing our nosy neighbor Mrs. Grill outside to check out what was going on. My best friend Angel Vickson said;
“Isn’t it wonderful Tammy? We’re going to Paris!”
She pronounced it Pair-we like how the French say it. Angel’s Mom is French, so she knows these things.
“It’s not Paris, Angel,” I said, still running around and waving my arms like crazy. “It’s England.”
“Same thing,” She grinned. Angel has short term memory loss. “I love England!”
I raced over and hugged her so fast that we both fell on the grass. She laughed and we both acted just like little kids again, laughing and rolling on the grass.
“Get off my lawn!” yelled Mrs. Grill next door. Angel and I, not acting like the two twelve year olds we are, ran into the house.
“Mrs. Wilbert’s!” Angel yelled. She is known to get very hyper when she is excited, so she was running in circles with me trying to save the china that she almost knocked over. Mom came running down.
“Is everything alright?” She asked. My mom likes to overreact a lot.
“No, mom, everything is fine,” I replied, shooting a glare at Angel. “We just-’’
“We won the tickets to England!” Angel yelped, and sounded like she was having so much fun saying this, that I couldn’t help telling mom some things about the trip too.
“We won, and we are going to England on the 24th, and we are going to have so much fun!”
Moms face broke into a smile. If there was anything she liked more then scolding and snapping, it was traveling. It was she who suggested buying a ticket in the first place.
“Oh, that’s great Tam!” She exclaimed. “I saw the best dress in the catalogue, and its ten dollars cheaper if you buy it there! You would look great in it!”
She winked at me, like I had a special place I had to go that called for a new dress. I am a girl who all the boys ignore, who never gets invited for school dances, and has plain red, stringy hair, and plain grey eyes. Angel is my only friend-she is also one of the ignored peoples. Why would I need that dress?
“Yeah, um, thanks mom,” I stammered.“Angel, why don’t we go up to my room and-?
“Oh, mom probably wants me by now, sorry,” She said, though not looking at all sorry. She was probably picturing what her mom was going to do when she told her about going to England. Most likely she would throw a party and buy tons of stuff for her to take.
Okay, sorry guys for not writing on this blog AT ALL, I've been so busy that I barely had time to write on my other blog. So, I can't find my other story, so I'm just going to make up another one while I'm looking. Fairy Tale or modern? How about Fairy Tale, I always love those. Then I will start a modern one, and next week you can tell me which one you want me to continue!
Camellia’s in Spring
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Camellia. She was a small girl with dark black hair and blue eyes. Her mother, Rose, didn't let her go to school because she couldn't read and she had to stay on their farm and work. Her father, Andrew was strict and didn't usually talk much. He just went to work every day and came home with a bit of money for food. She didn't have any friend (unless you count the barn animals) and she had the same meal everyday. Then again, she had no bullies, her mother cooked great meals, and she loved playing with newborn kittens. It wasn't a bad life, yet it wasn't so perfect either. It was just...life.
Then her father died.
Okay, tomorrow or next week I will write a modern story. I already have another one that I'm writing right now, so this one will be a bit longer.
I arrived at school the next day with high hopes of figuring out what Mia said. Everyone was crowded around the bulletin board, so I shoved my way through. There was something new printed there;Bored with school? Want to have some fun? Come to the audition for Annie, the musical! Please sign below if you want to be in it. Hope to see you there!
September 13, 3:30 pm.
A play? So that’s what Mia was talking about. No way was I going to miss out on this! I grabbed the sheet that you had to have your parents sign to be in it, and walked to class.
The rest of the day, and Thursday, Linn ignored me. I sat with Alice all the time instead. She was actually interesting! She told me all about England, and showed me a book with pictures of all the kings and queens that lived in England.
Friday, Alice and I headed off to the Auditorium. She and I both were hoping for the role of Annie. “Next,” Called Mr. Houser. He was an English teacher, and looked very bored. Elizabeth and I shuffled in line.
“I still don’t see how you can get just a small black eye and a bruised leg in just one fight,” Mom said, putting a Band-Aid on my leg. I winced when she bumped it.
“Mom, I can fight,” I said. “It’s not like I’m the poor girl in distress.”
“But when I came to see what was going on, those boys looked so mean,” Mom protested. “They could have hurt you badly.”
Mom had heard and seen me fighting since our house was only a short walk away. She had wrestled the boys off of me since I was (and I am very embarrassed to say this) knocked unconscious. I proudly sported a small eye and big, blue bruise. “Ohmygosh!” I said suddenly. “What will the kids at school say when they see me?”
“Don’t worry,” Mom soothed. “I’ve already figured that out.I will come with you to school tomorrow. Very casually. I’ll come to drop you off, decide to give Janet a paper, and mention how you got …attacked.”
(By the way, Janet Horton was the principle. Mom had made friends with her on the first day.) “Mom,” I said. “I wasn’t attacked. I was just…”
“You got attacked and you know it.” She said shortly. “I won’t tolerate people picking on my daughter. And so suddenly, too.”
“Mom, I promise, that was the last time something like that would happen. All the time before Linn protected me, so-’’ Too late. Mom saw her prey and pounced on it.
“What? You mean they’ve bothered you before? And you never told me?”
“It’s really not that bad, mom. All they do is call me names and tease me. Actually, I was the one who started the fight in the first place.”
“All the same, I think I should tell the school about…what are there names?”
“Timothy White, Andrew Volicasent, George Forcorse, and four other guys I can’t name. There were six guys in total.”
Mom sighed. “Well, I will still go to school with you tomorrow. Why don’t you run over to Linn’s house and play?”
I looked at her.
“What?” She said. I sighed. “Mom, is it okay if I go over to Alice’s house to study tomorrow? She's the new girl I met.”
“Sure, sure,” She said cheerfully. “I always like when you make new friends, Leah.”
I grabbed my shoes.
“Where are you going?”
“Oh, just around.” I wanted to get out of the house! “’By Mom. Hey, is it okay if I walk down to Wilsons store and get something?”
“As long as it’s safe, you don’t take too long, and you use your own money, then I guess so…”
“Thanks mom!” I closed the door quickly. Whew! I was hoping that the Wilsons store would get my mind off Linn, and Peter, and everything else.
It didn’t.
What happened was that, Mia and Ashley decided to come to the store that day. I stumbled upon them as I was going through the make-up isle. “Ooo, Ash, I think I should get this,” Said Mia, pointing at Red Rose lipstick. “To put on when I audition.”
I stepped forward. “Audition? For what?”
“Oh, it’s you,” Mia turned her stuck-up face to my direction. “Don’t you know?”
“Obviously, she doesn’t.” Giggled Ashley. “We might as well not tell her, Mi-mi.”
“I told you not to call me that!” Snapped Mia. Ashley flinched. “Well,” Mia said, more smoothly. “Let’s let her find out, shall we?” The two girls walked away, silently laughing.
Fuming, I turned to look at the lipstick selections. Nothing interesting. Anyway, Mom doesn’t let me wear lipstick until I’m thirteen.I walked over to the food section, and grabbed a Hershey’s milk chocolate bar.
** *
“Your home early,” Mom said as I walked through the door. She was reading on the couch. “What did you get?”
“Oh, just a chocolate bar. I’m going to go upstairs now, ‘K?”
“Alright,” Mom was still looking at me curiously, but she went back to her reading. I ran up to my room and bit off a bit of a piece of my chocolate bar. I guess I will have to be waiting until the things that Mia says operas. Until then, I guess I will have to be patient.
Hey! I finally fixed the problem, so now we can read Jewish in Virginia again. Here it is!:
Linn suddenly looked at me and slowly it dawned at her what she did. “Uh, wait, um.” I looked at her sadly and left the bus. But before I got out of hearing range, I heard Ashley laugh and Mia say:"Xhitger? Of course. Why didn’t I think of that before?” I heard the bell ring, ran off, and headed for class. I slid into my seat just as the three girls came in giggling.
“Miss Hasifah, didn’t I tell you and Miss Turnover yesterday to not come in late?!” Mr. Belfry looked very angry. Mia and Ashley slid quietly into there seats, but Linn stayed. She looked guilty, but I tossed my hair and said “I’m here Mr. Belfry.”
“So you are, Leah.” I looked pleased on the outside, but I was horrified on the inside. Why did I speak in the look-at-me tone that Linn and I swore we would never use? Then again, we swore we would never betray each other, and Linn did. Linn glared at me, and I glared back.
“Miss Hasifah, I would you to stay after school today. Now go to your seat!” He barked. Linn hurried to the only seat left: the one next to me. She and I ignored each other for the rest of the day.
When school got out, Linn came toward me like she usually did to walk me home. She obviously remembered, and turned away. I felt my hope droop, and I quickly turned too. I was about to walk home when I saw Alice looking at me.
“What’s wrong?” She asked quietly.
“It’s nothing.” I said. “Forget it.” She studied me for a moment, and then said,
“Do you want to come over to my house tomorrow? We can do our homework.” I swallowed. I could almost feel Linn’s eyes burning in the back of my neck. She and I always went to her houses on Wednesday, and mine on Thursdays.
“Yeah,” I said, making a point of turning around and looking at Linn. “Yeah and why don’t you come over Thursday?”
“Yes, I would love that!” Said Alice brightly. “Thank you very much!”
“Sure,” I said. “’bye.” I started walking to my street. “Goodbye Leah!” Alice called.
Three minutes after I left Alice, “It” started following me.
“Hey Xhity,” He called ‘Xhity’ was his favorite nickname for me. “Where is your other clone friend?” Ignore. I thought. “Did you two have a fight?” He asked. Ignore.“Are you angry at each other?” Timothy, encouraged by the boys. “Can’t stay mad for lo-arrgh!!”
“I’ll-show-you-to-taunt-me!” I said, clawing at him. “How-dare-you-umph-talk to me-like that!” Soon I had him on him ground, my fist pointing at his nose. I was about to lunge it when I heard him whistle. I looked up. The boys were gathered around me. Six strong boys (not counting Peter) were flexing there muscles in anger. “Get her,” Said Peter.
They lunged.
Thats all for now! I'll probably write tomorrow, maybe Tuesday. Have a good day!
~Writer Rachel
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If summer nights were all like this,