Jan. 8, 2008
Stay tuned
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I have a lot more of The Tale of Mick Hart in my notebook, I just haven't had time to right it. Just stay tuned for more! |
Jan. 5, 2008
Later that day-Airplain
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"Mick darling, put in your chewing gum" said the creamy voice. "Yes mom." Vrrooom... "Travle by airplain sure is noisy, mom." "I know darling." Mick, her mom and dad, Charles, and finally Churchie were sitting in an airplain. looking out the windows, watching the clouds go by. (Well, at least Mick, Churchie, and Churchie Jr. were, but that's not of importance.) Mick silently prayed that everyone would make it to America saftly. Her father had made the trip before, and Churchie had gone to China, and they both were alive, but both of those trips were one person (they took private airlplains). With a group of five, plus the other people on board, someone might d...d...di*...no! She wouldn't think about it. They would all be fine! Insted Mick concentrated on the tiny houses and "quilts of places" as Charles called the veiw from above. With all the green feilds and diffrent colored houses, it did look like an enormus quilt! Mick thought of the quilts her grandmom (again, pronoucing mom mum) use to make. This comforted her. When she was little, Mick used to spent hours wrapping those quilts around herself and pretending it was a cloak and that she was an elvish maiden. Then Mick started thinking about America. What would it be like? Would she be able to play soccer there, as she did in England? How much diffrent was it going to be? Was America...snore! "Oh darling, it looks like the man in front of us snores!" Mrs. Hart laphed. "It's going to be a long trip if he stays asleep the rest of the way." "Yes, it is mom" Mick said, also laphing. But she thought, it's going to be a long trip anyway. STAY TUNED FOR MORE! |
Jan. 4, 2008
4-25-07, Mick Hart's room, England
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Mick Hart is an interesting type of girl. Her best friend, Jane McEntire, describes her as a loving, deticated girl who has a heart for Christ, and soccer. Actually Jane was describing Mick the exact way many other people had done. But Mick knew there was much more to her than that. She had a mysterious side, and fun-loving side, a loving side, and so many more! But everyone's favorite side of Mick's was her soccer-loving side. She could outrun anybody at school, and even outkick Bobby Pen, the so called bes soccer player, that is, until Mick came along. But that is all in the future. You see, our story begins with a little, English girl in a little, English room, sitting on a little, English bed, crying little, English tears. It is rare when Mick Hart cries, and so something is terribly rong. "I failed them!" Mick sobbed "I fail everyone!" "Mick, it's only one lost game of the season" said her little brother, Charles. Or Churchie. His real name was Charles but he insisted everyone call him Churchie. Yes, Mick hated to lose. She thought it was all her fault along with the unpleasent feeling that a team beat them. "Mick! Call for you!" sad the real Churchie, the Hart family butler. Mick rolled her blue eyes as Charles ran downsairs to play something (proboly exploding rocks) with Churchie. You see, Churchie wasn't at all the type of butler that had manners be a #1 priorty. He was really really nice and knew a bunch of great tricks. Charles loved him. Mick sobed her way downstairs and found exactly what she had expected. Churchie and little Churchie Jr. were leaning over some rocks, waiting for them to explode. Mick piked up the phone and choked back the tears. "Hello?" "Hi Mick darling, it's you mother" said a creamy smooth voice that could only be Mrs. Hart. "Hi mom," Mick said, prouncing mom mum "why are you calling?" "Just wanted to see how your game went. You didn't post it on your soccer blog." "Mom, the Tigers beat us. I ruind everthing"now the tears were back. "I had the ball..." "Oh honey, I have to go. Bye!" "Goodbye mom" Mick and little Charles didn't get to see there mom and dad very often. They both worked for a newspaper and had to stay up late and get up early. When they were home they were working in their room or sleeping. It was a ruph life for two little kids, but they knew there parents still loved them. They said that was why they were moving to America. "Come on kids. Go get packed up" said Churchie "moving time!" STAY TUNED FOR MORE! |