Hi Poetess,

It's me again, I am answering your comments. A entry is still the only way I know to get in touch with you. Do you have e-mail?

I can't tell my age on a blog, but if you have an e-mail, my mom said that I can tell you my age if it is just you and me.

Yes, I have heard of Janette Oke, I LOVE her books. I think my favorite is "Heart of the Wilderness", but I don't think that she wrote that with anyone else. I also like Martha Finley, well, the books based on the characters in her books. I haven't read the original books of Elsie Dinsmore.

I read your story. It was really good. I'm not that good with short stories, but I don't think I could write a long book either. I think it would be hard to write a 200 or more page book.

Thanks for the tips you gave me. I hope that we can keep in touch.(Somehow)

Well, I hope to talk to you soon!

Emily

Dear Poetess,

This is the only way I know how to get in touch with you since you don't have a blog. I thought that you might check back here again, so I decided to post an entry.

I'm not really sure what I want to do with my life. I might want to be a writer, but I think that I would back down from my books being published. I would be afraid of rejection. I have also considered something in the science field because I enjoy that about the same as writing.

Did you say that you are writing a book? If so, do you have any tips? I start a story, or book, and then I just seem to give up because I look at the books that I read, and then I just say, "I'll never be able to finish this and make it as long and interesting as these other books." Most of my books are based on things that have happened, or I wish could happen, to me. The characters in my books are usually based on my friends, I just change the names, and sometimes the ages. The main character in most books that I write are supposed to be me.

I haven't really posted any of my stories on here becuase I haven't finished any of them. If I post one on here, I don't think it would be very good to let people read some of the story and not the rest.

Well, I will TRY to get on it.

~*Emily*~

I can't think of ANYTHING to write about. I picked up my notebook the other day to try to write some more of my story, but I only wrote a few sentences, and then erased them. I don't know how well I will be able to do this blog because I like writing LONG stories, like for an actual book, and that isn't the best thing to put on a blog because it would be the LONGEST ENTRY EVER. My aunt gave me the idea of the story that I am writing now, but I am a little stuck, and I don't even know that my story would be interesting. Well, I have to do an informal essay, but I have NO idea what to do it on. It is supposed to be written to entertain. Have any ideas!?!

~*Emily*~ (Indigobunting14)

Oh, could you visit my blog, or the blog I share with my sister?

www.homeschoolbogger.com/indigobunting14 (My blog)

www.homeschoolblogger.com/FollowTheRainbow (My shared blog)

Thanks!

But first, we need to grab some supplies from my house, follow me. Destiney said.

They ran to her house, and they saw her parents car. What, they are not supposed to be home yet! Destiney said. We have no time, we'll climb up the window then I gues. she said. Lead the way. James said. They climbed up the tree, and bust the window open. Won't they notice a broken window? James asked. Yeah, but we have bigger problems! she said.

She grabbed her pocket knife, duck tape, gist wrap, binoculars, and some water. "Knock, knock" they heard on her door.

Is anyone here? her mom asked. They jumped out the window and ran as fast as they could. They were finally near the Smith's house. they hid in the bushes and said, So, what do we do now? James asked. Follow me. she said. Are we winging it? he asked. Umm, I think we have to, so I just brought this, incase! she said.

If you liked it, read my next entry! Thanks!

-Leslie

They pointed a loaded gun at Destiney, though she is only fifteen! Micheal raced out, grabbed the guns, burned them with the ferness, and said, What have you done with James? Who is James? they asked. You know who he is, bring him to me! he damanded. HMMMMMMmm........ one of the world's most intelligant scientest, I don't know, maybe we could make a bargian. Mr. Smith said. What can I give you, I have no money! Micheal said. Maybe, a certain robot like thing, like yourself? he said. NO! You can't do that, that is cruel, and, Destiney was inturrupted by Micheal. Give me James, and I am your hostage. he said. Very well then! Boys, the scientest, please. he said. Greg! said James. Greg, I thought you said your name was Micheal? Destiney said. He has a slight lieing problem, that, and he loves the name Micheal. James replied. My name is not Greg, it's Micheal! he said. Is he REALLY from another planet? Destiney asked. Yes, he is! James said. Bye James. Micheal said sadly. Bye, but I am free, you can come home now! he said. No, I may not. I said I would stay, in your place. You two may go free now. said Mr. Smith.  They were pushed out and left, devistated.

What are you going to do? Destiney asked. I have no idea, wing it  I gues. James replied. There is no timme for that, I can help, I had to stay in that horrible place for twenty-four hours, and I got to look around. she said. May I help? she asked. I wouldn't dream of turning down any help at this point. he said.

Read my next entry for the next chapter if you liked it! Thanks!

-Leslie

The twins saw and heard everything, and got out there cell phones. Mom, Dad, the plan is a go, the robot came, he is going to our house right now! they said. Excellent work boys, we'll be home in about 3 minutes and 42 seconds. said Mr. Smith. We'll be there waiting! they said.

Meanwhile, Destiney and Micheal were at the house, searching and searching for James.

We best look upstairs, that is where they said not to go. said Destiney. I believe I have searched there, it is downstairs we must look. he said. Ok. she said.

Just as there search downstairs was about to begin, DING-DONG! You have to go hide, I'll take care of them. Destiney whispered. Will you be ok? asked Micheal. Yes, go. she said. he ran upstairs as fast as his legs would cary him. DING DONG!

Destiney opened the door. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Smith! she said. Hello Destiney. Mrs. Smith said. Suddenely, the windows were sealed, and the door, baricateed, there was not escaping ANYWHERE for either of them.

If you liked it, read my next entry! THanks!

-Leslie

Nick almost did what the robot like thing saked till Destiney pulled him back. What on earth were you thinking? she asked. Well, he doesn't seem so scary now. they said in unicene. Wait, please, I need to talk to you! said the robot like thing. Go hide, he's to fast, I'll deal with him. Destiney said braveley. But, but, Go! She inturupted.

She paused, took a deap breathe, and faced the robot like thing. What are you? she asked. My people have no name. he replied. Aren't you a robot? she asked. No, but I look like the earth robot, I am actually from  a planet not in this uneverse, I lived on a planet without a name, for no one could discribe it's beauty, it is like earth, minus pollution, pavements, and useless things like that. he said. You USED to live? she said. Yes, I now live on earth, with my best friend, James, a human as yourself, well, until he disapeared. All the clues led, to the Smiths, I NEED to have a tour of the house. he said, teering up a bit in loss of his friend. Don't teer up nowm won't you rust? she asled. No, I am not really metal, I can feel, I can eat, I am like a human. he said. Of course I'll give you a tour, but the Smiths may not here about this! she said. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Micheal! he said. Mine is DEstiney! she said while leading the, whatever he was back to the Smiths house.

If you liked it, read my next entry! Thanks!

-Leslie  

I am working on a story, but I have a hard time writing short ones! I tied writing short stories for little kids, but momma said that I would be better at writing novels for teens and pre-teens. I don't know, I wish that I could write more exciting stories, but when I try to write, I fill page after page. When I run out of ideas, I have about 10 pages, I'm writing my words close together, I don't really do paragraphs since their my rough drafts, and it wouldn't be good to end the story there. I have been thinking about what to be when I'm older. I thought that I might want to be a research tech. or something that includes science, but Momma said that I might want to be a writer. I am just afraid of rejection because I personally don't think that my stories are any good, and I am just writing them for fun. One thing I have noticed, is that I have a writer's imagination. I think of how I would like for things to be in my life, and I can seem to just write it down on paper.

I have to go, bye.

Emily--indigobunting14 

Wait, what do you mean happening AGIAN? Destiney asked. Well, wev'e heard it before, and mom always said it is the only time to go upstairs, because, Destiney inturuptted. Shh, it is near us! she said faintly.

The stomps came nearer and nearer. Destiney looked around a bit and then whispered; Wait, there is a window right there, a tree right next to it, climb out NOW boys. They did not hesitate, Destiney waited until both of the boys were out of the house, jumped out, grabbed the tree, book in hand, and they ran.

What do we do if it follows us? said Sam scarcely. Run faster! she said. They ran to her house, but just to grab her cell phone which she forgot to bring, then they were off agian. She was dialing 911, but she didn't know if the police-men could help her with her problem, she had no discription, our picture, our D.N.A sample, nothing but the where-abouts. She turned her head. It looks like a-a ten foot tall robot! Destiney said scarecly. Wait! said the robot like something.

Read my next entry if you liked it! Thanks!

-Leslie