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.
~
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.
~
“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. MartÃn 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!
>> <<
“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.
>> <<
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.
>> <<
“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.
>> <<
“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.
>> <<
“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.
<< >>
“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!”
________
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.
_______
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.
_________
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.
~
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!”
~
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.
~
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.
xxxx
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.
xxxx
“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.
xxxx
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.
xxxx
“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?
Those where AMAZING stories!
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