Stories

Howdy! This is my page for my pure randomness stories, historical to dragonland? Anyways, right now I'm writing a book with a lot of different  stories for my friends. I write books then give them around to my friends to read, and of course I put them on here for you guys without the front cover, dedication, etc. So here go random stories. :) :P And then again, a lot of these are pretty bad, but these were some of my first works and those are always the most important so... enjoy!

                                                             


                          Hunting

 San Los crouched near the banana tree at the edge of the vast African prairie. He looked at his arrow and nodded to one of his comrades. Kinyana nodded back. Today San Los, Kinyana, and Sena were going hyena hunting.

 The hot African sun poured down at them mercilessly. “When will hyena come?” Sena asked, brushing his hand on his forehead. “Wait, see.” Kinyana answered, shifting uncomfortably. The three African boys were trying to learn English from the white man in the village. Just then San Los quickly poked Kinyana and shook his head towards a black form contrasting with the dry ground and hot sun. Sena raised his bow, and let go of the arrow. The arrow flew through the air and hit the hyena on the side.  The hyena moved around for a bit, then fell over dead. Sena quickly went out and grabbed the hyena and dropped it in a bag. Kinyana and San Los watched around for a hyena.

 Far west of where the three boys were waiting, a herd of gazelle were grazing, peacefully munching and sipping water at a water hole. Back where the boys where, silently a pack of hyenas were coming right in front of them. San Los and Kinyana raised their bows and waited. Usually at the back of the pack were the weakest. But surprisingly, this time one of the ones in the front started going slow. Kinyana shot that one and San Los waited for the weaker ones. As soon as the weaker hyenas came into sight, San Los shot the first one. The pack was going in a run now and soon was far away. The boys got together and congratulated themselves. “Good shot. That weird one. Slow.” Sena said to Kinyana. “Yah.” He agreed. “You got regular old ones.” Kinyana and Sena said in unison. San Los hung his head low and muttered, “I know.”  Then San Los and Kinyana turned their attention to Sena, “You got first one. Good job.” Sena grunted in happiness. The boys patted each other on the back. Just then, at the water hole, where the gazelle were, one female lion and three male lions were stalking upon the gazelle. The gazelle had no idea that the lions were there. Right then, the lions pounced upon the gazelles. The gazelle, shocked, stood still for a moment, and then took off. But the lions were no match for them; sadly, many of the gazelles were killed. The gazelle were running straight towards the place where the boys were hiding. The boys heard thundering of feet and wondered what was happening. They looked up and saw gazelle thundering towards them.

 Sena shot up and grabbed both of his friends by their arms. By now Kinyana and San Los had recovered from their shock. Now they let go Sena and took off running, Sena hurried to catch up with them. As the three boys caught up to each other, they slowed down and started speaking.
“What… was that?”
 The boys turned around to see the lions gaining on the gazelle. The boys threw up their hands and grinned at each other. What a story they would have to tell the rest of the village! Grinning and laughing, the three boys skipped along.
 Just then something ahead of them made them groan. Not very many of this happened anymore, but the boys had seen two of this same incident before. Ahead of them was a dead hyena, the kind that had been dead for at least a little while. Vultures swarmed around it. The boys looked at it, and then Sena offered, “Maybe we could run around it.” The boys agreed to this, then set of at top speed running.
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  Munch, munch, munch, munch, the sound of the boys eating sounded loud. They had had a packed lunch and were now eating it around a baobab tree. Talking cheerily, just as boys would do.
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  “Thank you, sir.” The three boys said in unison. Once they had come home they had immediately gone to bed, woke up told their story, then come to the white man in the village. The white man or Mr. Martín had congratulated and given them a book he called a Bible! The boys had eagerly looked through it.   Their village school did do a good job of teaching them to read. And what they saw fascinated them; this was far greater than shooting hyenas! Walking on the water, multiplying food, splitting the sea open! This was great. The boys immediately went to their homes and excitedly showed their families.  That night, the Spirit of the Lord touched some rural village houses and brought peace to them. The missionary himself testified this back in America and brought crowds to give to Africa.
  







                                                  

                                           Trouble With Sheep

  “All right, Mom, I’m almost done getting ready. I will be going soon.” Kennedy said as he leaned over the backpack, stuffing granola bars and juice pouches into the main compartment, while putting other necessities in the other pockets. Maybe being the son of a missionary wasn’t so bad after all. He grinned to himself as he gave his mom a quick kiss on the one side of her cheek and rushed out the door. Giving his little sister Rosa a quick pat on the head and said, “Bye, Honeybun!” She turned a cheerful smile to him from her storybook. Kennedy whooshed out his breath and ran his fingers through his rumpled hair as he instinctively thought where the rest of his family was.  They were probably visiting the Reynolds’, a family who moved from the States to Peru as missionaries. Too bad he couldn’t go too. He headed out the wooden door.

  Cold air rushed out to meet him as he stepped out into the typical November evening in Peru. He remembered what got him into this fix. Well, maybe it wasn’t a fix, a fun outing with a friend. One of his village friends, a thirteen-year-old named Roosevelt, had a job for one of the other village as his sheepherder. It wasn’t too common in this village for sheep, but Mr. Reece was raised in a sheep village, and he loved sheep, and he wouldn’t be put down by peer pressure. He had contacted Roosevelt and asked him to tend the sheep for good wages. Roosevelt had psyched about the idea, his family had never been overly rich, and this was a superb idea! So it had started all good, but it had been almost tiring after a while, so Roosevelt and Kennedy had become fast friends tending sheep together, but today was different, they were going for a last long trip, you see, they went only on long trips during the summer and this was the last trip. Winter was just around the corner!

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  “And away we go!” Roosevelt winked at his friend. Turning his black head to the sheep, he reached down and patted one of the sheep, “There, there, Sheepie, now don’t start that again.” He pulled the two rams apart from each other and put them both on either side of the herd. “I think it was definitely a mistake for Mr. Reece to put two rams together, did you know he wants to add another ram to the herd? 

“Really? I honestly think we should tell him it’s a bad idea.”

“No way, he will think we’re crazy! He’ll say ‘I grew up in a sheep town, and you didn’t.’” Roosevelt said mimicking Mr. Reece gravely.

“Ha! You are definitely a good voice mimicker!” Kennedy said, clutching his stomach to keep from laughing.

“Thanks. Oh, look over there is a crossroad; I believe we should take the right one.”
“Whatever you say, I didn’t even look at the map. My whole family was super busy. It was almost kind of annoying.” Kennedy gave a low chuckle and added, “Of course, I told them I had to pack for the trip, and it was really just an excuse to get away from the hustle. But, I had to be true to my word, so there will definitely be plenty of food and supplies for us. See, my backpack is bulging.” Kennedy glanced over his shoulder to his backpack.
“Yeah, I filled my backpack up pretty full too, so, thankfully we will not be needing anything if this trip goes unexpectedly wrong. Plus, I love your American food. It is very tasty.” Roosevelt said, rubbing his stomach with his one free hand.
“Yeah, I know!” Kennedy said jovially, he glanced at Roosevelt strangely, what did he mean if something would go wrong. Did he know something was going to happen? He shook his fears aside and bravely stepped out into the unknown. Besides, Roosevelt was just a normal village boy.  What could go wrong?
“So, do you think we should set camp up soon? It is getting pretty dark, and the sheep are getting tired.” Roosevelt suggested hopefully.
“Sure, fine with me.”Kennedy shrugged.
  The two boys, with the help of each other, set up the native tent and gathered wood. Kennedy took the wood and drew some matches from his left jean pocket. Setting the wood in the desired spot carefully, he struck a match and lighted the wood. Soon a wisp of smoke made its way up in the air. The two naïve boys, easy prey to danger, snuggled around the fire while the sheep laid their bodies down and rested after a good day’s worth of feasting. Drawing some teriyaki chicken his mom had made earlier in the day from his backpack, Kennedy borrowed the skillet from Roosevelt and started heating up their dinner. The wonderful smells floated up from the pan and Roosevelt quickly got out some basic utensils: a plate, a spoon, and a napkin for both boys. Very shortly, both boys were done eating and stretched out beside the fire to get some sleep.
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  Beep! Beep! Kennedy drowsily lifted his head and glanced at his alarm clock, 7:15. Perfect. Kennedy thought. Rolling over, he slowly lifted himself up and once was awake, shook Roosevelt. “Come on! Wake up!” Roosevelt muttered something in his sleep, and then got up slowly. The sheep were beginning to awake too. The beautiful landscape was breath taking. The muddy trails, the blooming flowers, grass sprouting in unique areas. And the fresh start of a new day, it was all breathtaking. Kennedy hobbled over to Roosevelt’s backpack and unzipped it, reaching inside; he pulled out five eggs, all the while marveling at God’s handiwork. Breaking the eggs into a frying pan, he slowly cooked their breakfast.
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  “Hold the fort! ROOSEVLT!  Come here! Oh, no! Boohoo!” Kennedy wailed, as he waited for Roosevelt.
“Uphm, I’m eating actually.” Roosevelt said as he finished squashing the last bit of egg into his mouth. “So, what’s up?”
“Look. Five sheep are gone.” Kennedy broke the news.
The world seemed to come at a standstill for Roosevelt. Gone. Five sheep. Now Mr. Reece would most likely be angry, and make him pay for the sheep, and fire him. So many dreadful things flooded into his young brain. How could they possibly pay for five sheep? “What?” Roosevelt said brokenly.
“I am sincerely sorry.” Kennedy said as he looked with open pity at his friend. He imagined how hard it must be on him. “Look, don’t fret, it won’t help. Maybe we can track down who took the sheep.” He suggested hopefully.
“Maybe. But tell me, how do you know somebody took them? They could have been killed or something.” Roosevelt pointed out.
“Yeah,” Kennedy snorted, “So in the middle of the night’, nothing is happening, and the sheep just get killed like that?” He said sarcastically.
“No, but, well you know what I mean.”
“Not exactly. Plus, that absolutely does not make sense. Do you get that?”
“Yeah, I do. Maybe you are right. Well, we can’t lose the rest of these, and we most definitely cannot go back, so that leaves only one option for us, we have to track down the thief.” Roosevelt said with a look of determination.
“Right, so where do we start?” And thus it began the boys started making plans to track down the mysterious thief.
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  “This is not what I expected. I thought it would be a simple matter.” Kennedy said as he stooped to pick up an interesting piece of paper, “This is so hard.”
“Well, what does the note say?” Roosevelt demanded eagerly, not bothering about his companion’s complaint.
“No way!” Kennedy said in awe. He gave the paper to Roosevelt to read.



          Dear Diary,
 Today I actually got some sheep. They were so good. I am feeling really lonely. Maybe leaving America wasn’t such a good idea after all. I don’t know. I do hope the people I got the sheep from won’t track me down. I only saw two boys, but there might have been other people around too. I am very scared.
                                                                      “Till later, Margie
 “Cool!” Said Roosevelt. “Now we have more clues!”
“I know! The paper probably tore out of her diary accidentally and flew back to us, which must mean she is ahead of us! Plus, now we know a lot of stuff, she left America, her name’s Margie, and she’s lonely! This means she’ll probably give in to us if we are kind to her!”
“Exactly!” Roosevelt sounded excited.
“This is so great! Let’s start tracking immediately.” Taking the herd of sheep with them, the boys swiftly followed some faint footsteps in the sand.
  About one and a half hours later, the boys came upon what, to them, looked like a deserted campsite.
“Wow, look at this food! It’s pretty fresh yet!”
“Yeah, and look at this fire, the ashes are still hot!”
“Which means …?”
“We are almost at her!” The boys cried out together in unison. Inspired once again, the boys set out on her trail.
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  “This is it!” Kennedy whispered cautiously to Roosevelt. Before them lay a campsite, very obvious that someone was in the tent now.  A blue pickup was parked behind the tent.
“Wow! Does this mean Margie can drive?” Roosevelt asked hesitantly.
“Yes, and look, we are only thirteen and fourteen, we could easily overpower her. Fourteen plus thirteen equals twenty-seven, and she’s only sixteen or around there.” Kennedy whispered back.
“Uh-huh, OK, it’s great talking and all, but shouldn’t we get to the point? We need a plan.” Roosevelt got to the point immediately.
Kennedy leaned back and stared at the midday sun as he thought. Different ideas floated into his brain, but he pushed them back, he needed a good plan. Then a plan snuck into his brain. “Hey, how about this, I go and knock at the door and keep her talking, while you sneak around back and search for anything suspicious?”
“Great idea!” Roosevelt eagerly nodded his head.
“All right, I am going.” Kennedy rose out of the uncomfortable spot behind the primrose bush. Primroses were not found around very commonly, so it definitely meant that the American liked flowers.
  Kennedy bravely stood up and walked to the flaps on the tent. He was about to speak up and say something, when Margie herself opened the door and rushed out with her cellphone to her ear. She swiveled around suddenly when she saw Kennedy.
“Hi! Who are you?” Margie asked bluntly. She racked her brain trying to think where she had seen this teenager before.
“Hello. I am Kennedy; I am a missionary to the people here. I was actually taking a walk and then got lost here in the desert. I am glad to see you.” Kennedy gulped as he said those words. Being a missionary and lying did not go together.
“Hey, you can come into my tent; I’ll just quick hang up.” Margie turned back toward her phone. Kennedy lifted up the flap and stepped into the dim-lighted tent. His green eyes swiftly took in everything. Over in a corner, a stack of books served as little side table, and other items were placed on top. But something caught his ear; there was a faint bleating to be heard. He walked over to the side if the tent and pushed then gasped. It opened! Then it struck him, this was a two room, or more tent. He stepped into the second compartment and saw another flap, walking in he saw the sheep! They were bleating pitifully, and it made his heart cry. He scooped one up and hugged it. Then he wondered what he would do. And right then, he heard Margie come in. This was definitely a big predicament.
“Hello! Boy, where are you?” Her voice was heard clearly.
“Coming.” Kennedy faltered. He knew he had to face the music. He stepped out to meet Margie. Then, he was there.
“Umm, where were you?”
“Um, just checking’ out the rest of your tent. It’s pretty cool!”
“Thanks, I want to talk to you.”
“OK.” Kennedy wondered why Margie wanted to talk to him, but he just sat down and took her in. She was a tanned teenager, had hazel eyes, red hair, and was wearing an Aeropostale tee and a ripped Hollister hoodie. She wore a light denim skirt and was fairly tall. Wearing high-top tennis shoes, she looked like the average country American teenager.
“I just wanted to say sorry. I stole your sheep, and I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
Margie blurted out. She seemed sorry enough. Kennedy felt sorry for her.
“All right, you’re forgiven” Kennedy said with a grin. “But can I have the sheep back? And can I bring my native friend in here? He really only owns the sheep.”
“Sure.”
Kennedy felt like bursting as he went to get his friend. This was great!
“Hey, Roosevelt!” Roosevelt shyly peeked out.
“Come, Margie will give the sheep back!”
“Really? Awesome!”
“Come on.” Both boys went back to the tent.
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 “WOW, Kennedy, good job!” Dad praised him. It was two days afterward, and both boys plus Margie had traveled back, of course the missionary family had taken her in. The plan was now to take her back when they went on furlough. Until then, she would help them! Everything was settled and went well afterward.






                                                   
       Anna under the Stars
  Anna thought quickly then wrote “867” on top of the math problem. Her mind wandered off, then returned as she felt Miss Gregory’s eyes piercing into her. 367, what is that plus 689? Let’s see… She wrote the answer and tackled the others. Finally when she was done, she brought the paper to the stacker. Going back to her desk, she got out a book and started to read as she waited for the others to finish. She couldn’t concentrate though, her mind kept thinking to the next night. Her and her best friend, Cathy was going to have a campout/sleepover kind of thing. She was so excited! She had already packed her bags, and all sorts of fun items for them to do. Cathy was bringing the tent, so Anna was in charge of everything else. She hurriedly put the book down as Miss Gregory stood up.
“Class, get out your math books.” She instructed firmly.
“What?” Kelsey’s hand shot up.
“Yes, Kelsey?”
“We never have a math lesson when we have a test.” She reminded Miss Gregory.
She stared at Kelsey, “Well, you were off Monday so we have to make up for it, eh?” The class looked grim. Monday had been Earth Day so they had been off, but this stunk.
Kelsey sighed and looked at the black board. Miss Gregory went on, “OK, today we’re learning about circles. The term for a thing which stretches from one end of the circle to the other is the diameter and the…” Anna sighed and thought Miss Gregory is pretty strict all right!”
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  It was the day after, and Anna had just come home from school. She bounced into the house happily. Setting her book bag and lunch box down she scampered up to her room. Sitting on her bed she got out her note book and looked at the list she had written. OK, I did this… this...  she looked down the list, nope, nothing she had forgotten. Getting up, she put the note book down and walked out of the room. Going to the staircase she yelled.
“MOM! I want an after school snack.”
“OK,” The voice was distant.
  Sighing, Anna decided to take matters into her own hands. Walking to the kitchen, she got some chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk. She had to take milk because her dentist had recommended it. And ‘recommend’ meant ‘you have to’ usually. So she was stuck with milk. But it wasn’t too bad. After the snack, she went back up to her room. She pulled all the bags together and set them in a corner. Next she tackled her bedroom, she was sure Cathy would visit her room, taking the stuffed animals; she piled them on top of her dresser. Grabbing the dirty wash, she stuck them in a hamper. After scurrying around a little, she got the room perfectly clean. After that, she went downstairs to the kitchen table to work on some homework. 
“Uh… Mom… I need help in Grammar.” She shouted to Mom who was in the wash room.
“Soon,” was the only reply given to Anna. Sighing, she pulled out her Math homework. Even though it was only Friday, she liked to get her homework done early, just in case she couldn’t get it done. Just then her mom called out, “Hey, Anna, better go get a better pair of clothes on… Cathy will be here any time.”
Anna let out a squeal of excitement then went up to her room, shouting on the way, “OK, thanks!!! I guess I’ll just get my homework done later.”
“OK.” Mom shouted back.
 Anna raced all the way back to her now-clean bedroom. Looking around in her closet, she realized she hadn’t cleaned her closet. The Lord of the Rings Book was lying on the floor, the pages flipped open carelessly. Another pair of blue and gray converse shoes was lying on the floor with a little box of candy stuck in between. Sighing, she slipped a plaid shirt on and a jean skirt. Racing downstairs, she saw Cathy.
“Aaah!” Cathy rushed out to meet her. They gave each other a great big bear hug, and talked excitedly.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah, where are your bags?”
“Oh, upstairs, want to come?”
“Sure but make it quick.” Cathy said hi to Mom then followed Anna up the stairs. When they got the bags Cathy’s mom drove to the place, a nice breezy park where they were going to have the campout.
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It was ten o’ clock, and the girls were still chatting happily inside the tent when Cathy made mention of sleep.
“Hey, Anna?”
“Yeah?”
“Ya wanna go to bed… I mean… it is ten o’ clock all ready.”
“I...I- mean... well... suppose we stay up a few more minutes? I’d still like to talk.”
“Maybe... well... how about we settle down a little bit, and we can talk a little bit while we lay down?”
“Great!” Anna ripped open a package of Ritz crackers and gave some to Cathy.
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Dear Diary,
    Urggh...urghh, Cathy is beside me and must be snoring her head off. That’s not what woke me up though... It’s 4:00 AM, and I should be sleeping, but I woke up and realized I hadn’t written for you so here I am. This weird shadow keeps moving over the tent and I wonder what it is. Should I check? I’m writing this under the covers with a flashlight... I’m that scared! OK, I’m braving it and checking it out... hold on. AAAHHH! I was a fool! It was a tree branch waving back and forth!!!! I am so stupid................... DUH! Oh, well... so better go back to bed. Wait I can’t go to bed yet. I just remembered what I told Mom yesterday, I said if I could I’d go and sit under the starts (alone) for a little, and since I’m awake, I’m going to. Hold on... WOW! It’s beautiful outside. The stars are shimmering peacefully, the dark navy blue sky reaches on and on, like a dictator wanting more and more control. The trees stand gravely, their leaves flutter in the wind. Everything is so beautifully quiet, except this pen scratching on the paper. Everything sings glory to its Maker, Jesus. Ohhhh, it’s so beautiful I think I’ll stay out a little bit longer. Bye, Diary, until next time.
  Anna tucked the Diary away and gazed skyward. She didn’t know what tomorrow would hold, but let it come! God would always be by her side and help her.





                                 Andrew & Anna Learn to Share (This is for little children (4-8 yrs. old)

 It was a light summer day. Birds flitted from tree to tree merrily. The slight breeze brushed four-year-old Anna’s hair back gently. Anna stopped the swing and hopped off. What else could she do?  She brushed off her dress and looked around.
 The most fun thing to do as far as she could see was to play in the sandbox. She ran to the sandbox and hopped in. She started to make a turtle, and as she built it, her mind wandered. Only yesterday her neighbor had given her stickers. Anna really liked stickers. In return, her sister had helped her pick kale to give to the neighbor. She focused her attention back on the turtle. It was starting to look a bit more realistic.
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 Andrew pushed the dirt back around the petunia plant. He smiled triumphantly; his garden was beginning to look really nice.  He sighed and leaned back contentedly. He let out another long sigh, he wished there was something more fun to do.  Suddenly he had an idea, why not go play with Anna?
 He stood up straight and ran to the garage. Andrew glanced around. No, Anna wasn’t there. He thought quickly, where would she be? Then it struck him, probably at the swing set. He ran out to the swings yelling, Anna! Anna!”
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 Anna heard her name being called repeatedly and yelled, “Andrew! I’m in the sandbox.” Just then she saw him dashing through the door towards her.

Andrew was two years older and by far played with Anna the most out of all his siblings. They had a lot of fun, but they had a few squabbles as well. But they usually forgave each other and started playing again.
“Hey, Anna, what do you want to do?” Andrew asked.
“Um..well...I was making this turtle. What do you want to do?”
“OK, well do you want to ride tricycle?”
“Sure!! I really like to ride tricycle!” Anna replied enthusiastically.
They both hopped up and ran to the garage where they usually rode tricycle.
“I want the red trike!” Anna cried just as Andrew got on the red one.
“No! You can have the green tricycle.” Andrew snapped back.
“Noo!” Anna cried. She stood adamantly in front of the tricycle.
“Anna, I’ll give you a sticker if you let me have it.”
Anna considered this. She really liked stickers. “No, I guess not. GIVE ME THE TRIKE!”
“NO!” Andrew said as he stepped on the pedal.
Painfully, the wheel went over Anna’s foot. Anna started crying and ran into the house. She ran to her mom, “Mamma! Andrew won’t let me have the tricycle and he drove the tricycle on top of my foot.” Her brown eyes were filled with tears.
Anna led her mom out to Andrew where he was guiltily pedaling slowly around the garage.
“Andrew, what did you do?”
“Well, Mom, Anna wouldn’t let me drive the tricycle.”
“Does that give you an excuse to drive over her foot?”
“No,” he admitted guiltily. The Andrew’s mom turned to Anna.
“What did you do?”
“I.... pulled his hair.” Anna said slowly.
“Both of you were in the wrong. I want you two to apologize and start taking turns on the tricycle.”
Andrew and Anna faced each other solemnly and said a quiet, “Sorry.”
Then their mom said, “OK, Andrew’s turn first.  Anna, I want you to come help me pick beans in the garden.”
“OK,” Anna said as she followed her mom out the door.
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 Half ‘n hour later after both children had taken turns on the tricycle; voices could be heard of Andrew and Anna happily playing in the sandbox.



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    



  Winds of Change
Emma drew a long quivering breath as she gazed around. The circle of girls was each thinking, each lost in their own world of thoughts. Emma Kitching, a junior high schooler at Elmerwood Christian School, with disappointment was faced with the issue: they were moving.
 Emma had quite a few close friends there, and they were trying to devise a plan so Emma wouldn’t move.
Abby suggested, “Maybe you can remind of all the good times you had here.”
“Tried it, but it didn’t work.” Emma replied sadly.
The girls once again fell into a spell of quietness.
Emma whistled quietly and remarked, “I guess it’s what it is. I’ll have to move.”
“Looks like it.” The girls agreed.
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 That evening at dinner, the topic turned to the move.
“I just found out that our new house has an indoor swimming pool!” Her dad announced brightly.
“Far out!” Rudy, her seventeen year old brother, yelled.
“Awesome.” Kirsten, her younger sister said.
Emma sat there glumly staring at her mashed potatoes.
Her dad turned to her with a confused expression, “What’s wrong, Emma? Aren’t you excited?  I thought you loved to swim.”
“I do. Am I supposed to be excited?”
Her dad sighed, “Come on, Emma. Change is good for you. Even the old things will get boring. I know it’s hard, but change is good for you, we can’t always have the same old things.”
“I’m not tired of all my best friends here! I belong here.” Emma shouted.
Her dad sighed again, “I know and I’m not saying that you’re tired of all your friends. But you will make new friends. Plus, since we let you get an e-mail account, you can e-mail your friends here!”
Emma shook her head, “I’ll never make new friends. I love it here and you can’t make me go!”
“Emma...” her dad started.
“I’ve got homework to do.” She muttered and stormed to her room.
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 “And I was so excited when my parents told me. So...”
“Where is the party at?” Jane asked.
“At the new water park in Calhoun Falls!” Abigail replied.
“Way cool!” Jane said enthusiastically.
Abigail was turning 14, and she was allowed to have a birthday party!
“Here are the invitations. I didn’t want to make them, but Mom thought it would be formal to do so.”
As Emma received hers, her heart sank.
The day for the party was two days after they moved.
“Abigail, I can’t come.” Emma stated.
“Why not?”
“It’s two days after we move.”
Everyone’s face clouded.
“Maybe I can convince Mom to change it. Though...” Under her breath, Abigail finished the rest of the sentence, “They don’t allow changes in the reservations very easily.” Then louder she said, “I’m so sorry, Emma!”
“No.” Emma’s eyes filled with tears. “You don’t have to change the date. You all don’t care. You knew when we moved.” She muttered spitefully and ran.
“No! Emma! I’m sorry!” Abigail cried out, but it was too late.
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The next morning at home, Emma was eating breakfast. The aroma of eggs had soon disappeared however, since they were done eating.
“Emma, how about you continue packing?” Her mother suggested.
“Sure.”
“You’re attitude seems as if it has definitely changed.
“Uh-huh.”
“What happened?”
Emma shrugged her shoulders
”Well, you better get to packing before I take you to Jen’s house for lunch. Remember? She invited you to go shopping with her and eating out.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Emma got up out of her chair and went to her room. Suitcases lay scattered across the floor. Sighing, Emma got a few of her outfits from the chest and laid them gently in the suitcase. The invitation must’ve gotten knocked down and fluttered to the floor. Emma groaned and picked it up. Yes. The date was still two days after they moved.
 She plopped onto her bed and thought about it. Her friend had gone ahead and made plans, when she knew the day Emma was moving. Well, the new water park in Calhoun Falls wasn’t that exciting but would still be fun to go to. But it was still a very mean thing that Abigail did. Fine, if everyone starts acting like this, I’ll be glad to move. Emma told herself in a selfish voice.
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“Guess what?” Emma’s dad asked the family one afternoon. “Our new house has a pretty big basement so I am thinking of answering all your “never-ending pleas” of a....Ping-Pong table!”
“Oh yeah!!!” Emma shouted.
Her dad looked at her with surprise. “You seem in a much better mood, Emma! What’s the reason?”
“Uh, nothing.” Emma turned red.
“Well, that’s good and I’m glad you’re happy.”
Emma gave a fake grin and relapsed into thought. Was the whole reason she wanted to move because her friend had set her party a little after they moved? Bigger problem now was, her parents thought she was happy too.
                                                        xxxx
That night, Emma determined to do something about it. They were moving in several days, so she had to do something to make up to Abigail and tell her parents truly how she felt.
 The next day, Emma ran to the group of girls on the curb.
“Hey, Abigail, I’m really sorry for the way I treated you yesterday. It was really stupid of me. And also, Abigail, even if I am far away when you all have your party, you’ll always be near me.”
“Thanks,” Abigail replied. She hesitated for a moment then said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make the party a little earlier.”
Emma gave a big grin to her friend, “That’s fine.”
The girls gave each other a big bear hug and laughed.
                                                            xxxx
 “Hey, Mom & Dad? I just wanted to say, I’m sorry I’ve been hard to get along with lately. And I’ve decided change is good for you. I’m glad we decided to move.”
They both grinned at her, “That’s fine. We’re glad you’re happy.”
So am I! Emma laughed as she felt free and happy for the first time in a long time.
  


                                    Forgiven

“Skye! Aria!” Camilla called out.

 The evening sun was setting and cast long shadows across the pool. The Ross family had suddenly been struck rich a few months ago when their grandma died. She had been incredibly rich and had left them with a million-dollar worth house. The estate was worth about another million too. The whole property was set back a ways in the country. There was a huge barn in which the family really kept nothing, so it was out for lease.

 The Ross family consisted of one set of parents and five children. Caroline and Mack Ross had five children named Tyrell and Skylar, the oldest as well as twins, were more commonly known as Skye and Tye. Aria was the next oldest. She had a serious obsession with nature and fashion and was the sensible one in the family. Ayaan was the second to youngest and being the second boy, was quite rough. The youngest child, who was 6, was Camilla. A quiet, explosive little girl, she expressed her feelings quite freely.  She was trying to find her two sisters this particular time to tell them to come in to help with the work. She started running around on the grass, and slipped and fell in a little hole. It wasn’t big enough for her to fall into, but was big enough to trip someone.

 “Oh no! Help, Skye, Aria!” She cried.
 Skye and Aria were collecting wildflowers in the field, and as soon as they heard their little sister cry for help, they rushed out to meet her.
“Camilla Rose! You should never run out alone.” Skye admonished.
Camilla puckered out her lips. “Well, you’re supposed to help Mommy. You’re a meanie.”
Skye gasped at her sister. “Camilla! I’m going to tell on you for sure.”
The girls entered into a heated argument which Aria had to break up.  “Guys, let’s go in. Mom can settle everything.” The girls headed into the house where the Mother was bustling around, making brownies.
“Mom! Skye and Aria came! But Skye said I’m not supposed to run out alone and...”
“Mom, Camilla called me a meanie.” Skye said, trying to sound as mature as possible.
Caroline glanced at them briefly, “Make up. I need your help. Skye, get the baking pans. Camilla, run along and play. Aria, set the oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit.”  Caroline was a no-nonsense woman, and she strictly disciplined her children.
“Sorry.”
“Likewise.”
This was how the girls ‘made up.’ A brief sentence was all, but it worked. The girls set to helping and soon were busy.
                                                        
 The next morning, everyone crowded the breakfast table. The older children were grabbing food in haste to make in time for school. Camilla waited patiently. As they were all scrambling out the door a few minutes later, she approached her sister cautiously.
“Hey, Skye?”
“What?” Sky asked irritably. She turned and as soon as she saw the look on her sister’s face she changed her tone.
“I’m sorry about yesterday.”
“What?” Skye asked incredulously.
“Remember when I fell?”
“Oh that, yeah, me too. But why are you bringing it up? I thought we already apologized.”
“Yeah, but I felt really bad. I’m sorry, forgive me?” Camilla asked with her big brown eyes wide.
Skye could never resist that look, “Oh, OK, sis. Me too.” She said laughingly.
 The sisters hugged each other and went their ways. Both felt happy for some unknown reason, could it be forgiveness?
 

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