Aug. 22, 2008 - Chapter 8
Morning sun shone in the window of Hazel's small room, warming and lightening the dark room. Calmness consumed everything that morning as Hazel's grandmother stood infront of her bed. It was eight o'clock and hazel was still fast asleep.
"Hazel, Hazel, wake up." Whispered her grandmother shaking her gently. "The morning is late and the chores are still undone." Hazel jerked awake and sat up in her bed, staring blankly up as her mind slowly woke up. She looked at her grandmother as everything began to be clear. "Was it him?" Grandma asked looking at Hazel with knowing concern. "Yes." Hazel whispered. "Bless your soul. I'd better buy somemore groceries at the market today."
Rush and Jeff were eating breakfast down in the small dining room. The dining room was a white room, with blue curtains, nad a small dark wood table in the center. There was a china cabnet against one wall, and two large windows that overlooked the back-yard. Jeff and Rush were discusing the strange events of the previous evening, between mouth-fulls of egg, toast and jelly pasteries.
"Its strange," said Jeff, "By the way that otter was talking, it sounded as if you have had jackels here before." "Oh we have." Replied Rush, "It seems to happen every year or so. Its really odd actually. But it seems like at least one jackel shows up at about the same time each year. And always on a full moon." "Huh.." Said Jeff thoughtfully. "Hazel really seemed scared last night. She was acting kind of wierd." "Hazel always acts wierd. Who knows how her twisted mind works." "Hazel is not that wierd, Rush. She is only a little misunderstood and slightly different. Believe me, there is nothing evil or witch-like about her. You talk like she was as bad as a jackel or something!" Rush shook his head in the stubborn resoluteness to believe that Hazel was a witch. He was determined not to change his mind.
The subject was dropped as Hazel entered the dining room, with a plate of fresh apples. She dropped them on the table with a loud "thump!" and walked back out without a word. Her entire manor sujested bitterness again. "What's the matter with her?" "Its like I told you Jeff, she is wierd. She's a witch." Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Hazel, where is the local bank?" Asked Jeff later that day. "Its farther down the road past the square." She said coldly. "Do you want to put your money in there?" "Wha-what?" Asked Jeff. "The money in your haversack." She replied. "Oh, yeah, yeah of course." Jeff replied. "I'm not blind Jeff," She said annoyed, "And I'm not deaf either." She gave him a despising glance and turned to walk out the back door. "Wait! Shouted Jeff catching the door as she shut it. "What's the matter with you. What have I done to deserve such treatment?" She gave a fitfull "oh-aoh." And turned away from him. "Its not you Jeff. Its something else that I cant tell you, not even if I wanted to." Hazel avoided Jeff's searching look, and walked on. "Now I have to go finish my chores, so leave me alone." Jeff walked back in, confused. Well, he had better things to worry about. "I'm leaving for bank. Dont expect me until dinner." He shouted and walked out the front door.
"Hello, Mr. Banker and how are you today?" "I'm very well, sir. Please call me Mr. Richmond. You must be Mr. Swift. My daughter Vallery told me about you. Do you have an interest in opening a savings account while you are staying here? "Thank you fine Mr. Richmond. I would have the great pleasure of opening a savings account in your elagant bank. May I first have the honor of a tour of this fine place?" "Certainly Mr. Swift. I will do it my self, infact. Sharron!" Mr. Richmond shouted loudly. A nervous female poodle scrurried out and said, "Yes Mr. Richmond, sir?" "Take over the front desk while I give Mr. Swift a tour." "Yes Mr. Richmond, sir." "And if anyone comes in, be sure to be confident and dont be rude to them." Sharron looked insulted for a moment but then answered humbly, "Yes, Mr. Richmond , sir."
"See these safes are the latest in safety. Not a single sloitary creature has ever been able to brake in to one of them. You see they have these new locks that have a number combination on them. The only way you can get in is to put the number combination down by turning this dial." Said Richmond tapping on the iron door of one of the safes. "That is very impressive, I must say. But is it really nessessary? I mean, how much money could such a small village have?" Said Jeff. Mr. Richmond took this exactly how Jeff hoped. "Brrr, how dare you sir! I assure you that this town has quite a bit of money. More than some of the towns around here." "So you say, but how much is quite a bit?" Jeff raised his eyebrows in impressive "Lets talk busness" style. Mr. Richmond was clearly ruffed. He fumbled angrily with the lock which proved to be extremely unefficant until he finally got it to unlock. He turned the handle of the door and opened the door. Have you ever been so happy that you could almost hear the halleljuia chorus singing in your head? If you have then you would know how Jeff felt as he gazed upon pile over pile of gold and silver coins.
~Continued in the following addition~
~Mari
Comments
Aug. 30, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Eowyn
Hahaha! No, i don't think that i have ever been so happy that the Hallejulah chorus is in my head. *grin*
:D
Thx for posting! And it really is good...
BFFetc,
Eowyn
Aug. 31, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Anonymous
yay! I'm so happy!
Jeff is not very nice:( stealing stuff:) but I think he'll reform.
onedaymore
Sep. 1, 2008 - You wrote more!!!!!
Posted by Madeline Pilato
I really love this story; it smacks of danger and mystery, as all good fantasy should; and I am soooo in love with Jeff.
Sep. 2, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Posted by ChristineDaae
Wow another great chapter! I love reading this story. You are a very gifted writer. I can't wait to find out what will happen next!
Christine
Sep. 3, 2008 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Storyteller
This one's good!
Sep. 4, 2008 - I'M SOOOOOOO SORRY I'M LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by Courtney
Hahaha! ooohh, I know what'll happen. ;) Is he going to rob the bank??
Well, gotta go. I'm already late for school. Blast you school!!!!!
Sorry for not checking this blog!!! Will you ever forgive me?!? I'm bad at keeping up with blogs....
Love you totally, Miss Writer! (girlish voice)
Your BFF etc.
