One Girl's Writing 7

Hey everyone,
I have to say thank you to my Mother(flood), Jason Evans, Jade, Marcail and Fringes for helping me get back on track. But bad news comes. I will be leaving on Sunday for camp. This isn't bad, but what is is I wont be blogging until I get back (next Saturday). Good news! When school starts again, I will have much more stories.

So until I get back,
thank you all,
*Little Puddle*

A Dive to Remember

Jordan had the biggest crush on Sue.

Sue almost hated Jordan.

One day, both of the students were at a public pool.

Jordan wanted to impress Sue, so he went over and asked a simple question that would prove himself.

"What should I do off the high board?"

Sue's friend suggested a flip, but Sue had something better in mind.

"You should do a flip, no, two flips and a belly flop." She and her friends giggled at the imaginary sight.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it. Two flips and a belly flop." Jordan walked to the high board. When to the top of the ladder, he saw Sue and her friends looking up. He began to run off the board.

And off the board he went. Sue was leaving! She had her back turned to him! Falling, falling. Jordan forgot to do the flips and he flopped hard onto the still water. Ouch.

Pine Valley Retirement Home, 90210

Best friends for 50 years. Husbands pass away in old age. Now, only with each other to depend on, the two elderly ladies come together and watch reruns of 90210.

"Brenda, I know you love Dylan, so I let you have him."

"You did what? You thought that I couldn't get him myself? Kelly, are you brain-fried? Do you not have a heart?"

The tv went black for a commercial.

"This reminds me of the time I let you have Frank."

"Darlene, you let me what?" 82 year old Stella said in shock to the 83 year old Darlene.

"I let you have Frank. I was dating him, then I met Joe and Joe seemed so much better for me and you were in love with Frank, so I let Frank go , so you could have him"

"What? Your telling me this after 53 years of marriage to Frank? How could you? Was I not woman enough to get him myself?"

"No, no, you were. But I thought I might help." Darlene took a sip of her water and swallowed her daily medicine.

"Wait, wait, wait. Who dumped who? I remember, do you?"

Darlene's face was blank. She was confused. Oh, golly. She got me. But how? "Um...uh... well, ah..."

"You thought that I would never find out about Frank dumping you. I know about the deal, with you guys agreeing that it was you who did the dumping, " Stella stood from her walker, "Of course he told me. I'm his wife! Guess who needed the help after all? You!" Stella slowly walked out of the room. Darlene hopped on her wheel chair and mechanically wheeled her way after Stella.

''Stella, wait! My batteries are dying! Wait up! I forgot to recharge my chair! Please wait!"

"Yeah, well I'm dying too. So..grrrr to you!"

What will happen next? Will Stella and Darlene make up again? Will Stella slow down for Darlene? Or will Darlene recharge her batteries? Find out soon on the next Pine Valley Retirement Home, 90210.

Undone

The soft downfall of rain quickly turned into a storm. Chris knew where he was. He knew this area like the back of his hand. The problem was, he had no clue who Christopher Hensly was. He looked into the foggy, rainy distance and saw a light. He had never seen this light before.

"Chris? Christopher! Where are you?" a voice called in the distance, while trying to focus the flash light on the man.

Chris slowly walked over to the calm, but concerned voice.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked not knowing he was Chris.

"Chris!" said the girl, now very close to him.

"Okay. Um what does he look like?" The girl didn't hear the question and took his wrist and guided him to the car.

"Chris, where have you been? You just walked out without telling anyone. And worse, you have been missing for three days!" Now inside the warm car, Chris was confused.

"I have? Wait, who's Chris? And who are you?" Chris tried to search his memory, but there was nothing there.

"Chris, you don't remember me? It's Em? Come on, Chris. I'm taking you to a new home. A nice home. You will have friends there and lots of people will come a visit you, okay? You will be very, very happy. Trust me?" Chris waited a minute, then nodded his head. The two continued to drive.

Emily drove up to the laneway of a very fancy home. The was a slight shine in Chris' face. Emily knew that he would be happy.

Chris was greeted by a tall, fat lady and was brought up to his room. She was holding two dolls. The one in the orange jacket reminded Chris of Mr. Rogers. The other looked like a plain business man.

Chris began to act out a show with the two dolls.

"Hello children. We're going to have lots of fun today," he directed the Mr. Rogers doll. "Ding, Dong. Oh! That must be my special guest." Chris moved the doll's legs and hands to make it look like it was moving and about to open an invisible door.

Later that night, while Chris was laying in bed, he heard footsteps. He quickly pulled the blanket up close to his face, so only his eyes were exposed.

"Hell-hello?" he called.

"Ding-Dong! Ding Dong!" Someone was making the sound. To Chris, it sounded like Mr. Rogers.

"Who-who's the-the--re? Hello?" There were more foot steps and they seemed to be coming closer and closer to the mental patient. He called out once more.

Chris felt something crawling at his feet, up his body, then it sat on his chest. It was the Mr. Rogers doll and it was holding a fork.

"I want you to take this fork and go kill the tall, fat lady. She isn't going to treat you right so you better do it now before she hurts you. Go!" The doll dropped the fork on Chris' chest and slipped of the bed. "Go!"

Chris slowly got out of bed. If I don't do this, she or Mr. Rogers could kill me. But if I kill someone, I will get blamed for it. But I don't want to get killed by a doll or get treated meanly by a fat lady. Chris opened the door to his room and walked towards down hall to find his victim.

It was dark and Chris could hardly see. He saw a door that said HEAD OFFICIAL'S ROOM DO NOT DISTURB. Chris slowly turned the door knob and pulled the fork out of his pocket at the same time. The door creaked open and he slipped inside. She isn't going to treat you right, so you better do it before she hurts you. Chris repeated that in his head hundreds of times. He took baby steps towards a desk facing him. One step away and CREEK! The fat lady faced her patient. She stood and approached Chris.

"Chris! What are you doing?! You should be in bed. What are you doing with that fork?" The lady snatched the fork from him.

"You're not the fat lady that Mr. Rogers told me to kill. You're Emily!" Chris thought about what he just said. He knew that it wasn't the smart thing to say to some official. He knew now that he was doomed.

"You were going to kill the official? Chris..." Emily slowly backed up, "I'm calling the police. I'm sorry Chris, but I know you know better than to kill someone."

The police arrived very soon and Chris was taken away, just as he feared.

As for the doll, no one knows what happened to it. It could be in your room right now, just waiting to play.

Teenage Drama

The first part of this story is a story starter by Jason Evans.

Sarah wanted to look up.

Everything about her was ready. The tension in her neck. The itch at the top of her forehead.

She had to look up.

But the clock ticked on. Slower than her breathing.

Everything swam together. It was coming. Prickling up her neck.

Great.

Just super.

The fuzz in her brain began roaring. She was about three seconds from fainting.

Sarah slowly got up from her seat.

"What now? What if I try going up the stairs? I could faint."

She fell back down to her seat in a slump.

She just had to get up. She tried to pick up the glass full of water on the desk.

It was too heavy. Her wrist was too weak to lift it.

"I've got to get upstairs."

Sarah got up once more, took three steps and fell to the floor.

With her hand on her forehead, Sarah saw the basement door open.

"Sarah?" She looked up. Just mom. "Is everything alright?"

Sarah managed to mutter the words "Yes, everything is fine."

"Okay, well. Ashlee wants to know if you want to sleep over tonight."

Sarah quickly got up from the floor and dashed up the stairs to the phone.

Miss you

Lost in class, Susy looked up to the ceiling. Her grade nine Social Studies class was studying Poland, mainly the war and what the Germans had to do with the Poles. Miss Padziora stood up from her chair. She closed her copy of the text book and put it on her desk, as she walked over to Susy’s desk.

“Susy, I’m surprised at you. I thought you would interested in this. What’s wrong? I thought that with you being Polish this would interest you. Does it not?”

“What does it look like, Miss? No one is interested in this. Why can’t we just do a project or something and get it over with?” Susy protested. The classed cheered.

“Okay, okay. In addition to your project on any European country, you have to get this signed, by your parents, by tomorrow. If it is not signed by then, the Vice Principal will be calling home. Miss Padziora handed out the papers. The class groaned. A project and a new assignment.

Electricity filled the air as the students read the sheets.

“We’re going to Poland?! My parents aren’t going to let me go there! It’s way too far away from them!” Alicia cried to her teacher from her seat.

“Then get your parents to be volunteers. That way, everything should work out.”

No. No way am I giving this to my dad, Susy thought, if I show this to him, he’ll want to come with us. I’ll just cut that part off before I get home.

After school, Susy's father asked to speak with her.

“Susy, do you have something for me? Your English teacher called. She said that she passed a note around the class and it’s to be signed for tomorrow. If not, you can’t do what ever it is. So may I see it now?”

Susy thought for a minute. “Susy, is there something wrong?”

“No! Yes! Can I go to the bathroom first? I really got to go.” Susy rushed to get upstairs. She dashed past the bathroom and into her room. She pulled out a pair of scissors and the paper. She slowly cut the paper, making sure it was a perfect line. There, she thought, He'll never know about the volunteer part. Susy went to the bathroom, flushed the toilet and turned the water on for twenty seconds. She went back to the tv room with a black pen.

“This cost one hundred and twenty-two dollars. If you really want to go, I will pay for half and you can pay for the other half. Sixty dollars each sound fair. It's for a week and the school is paying for more than of each students’ fee. I think you should go. You mother would be very happy if you went. You know that we met at a shrine there. Beautiful. Just Beautiful. The tree and your mother. You get your looks from her. ”

"Yeah dad, you've told me that." Susy thought about her mother. She had died ten years ago. Susy knew that would make her mother happy if she went, but she hated to be reminded about her mother.

“Yeah, okay, whatever you, um, say. I’ll go, uh, get the cash. Do you want me to get your cheque book?” Susy’s ruff voice cracked. She held it together, as she always did. But there was a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to in Poland.

Later on that night, Susy got a call from Alicia.

“Can you believe that we’re going to Poland? My parents didn’t want to go. I was so happy! What about your dad? Is he going?”

Susy held the piece of paper that she cut. “Nope. He doesn’t even know about the volunteer thing. I cut if off before I showed it to him. I don’t want him to ruin this trip for us. Like, I like him and all, it’s just I’ve never been this far away from home before with out him. I also don’t want to be embarrassed. You know how dads can be like that, right?”

The girls talked into the wee hours of the night. At 11:57, the girls said good-bye and fell asleep with thoughts of a long trip away from everything they knew.

The next morning, everyone handed in their papers. In two days time they would all be in Poland together, discovering what was a new country to them.

After much packing and re-packing, talking about packing, and finally settling on what exactly to pack, the time came to go to the airport.

Alicia and Susy stood side-by-side in line to board the plane. Susy was taking pictures of the things around her with her mother’s old camera. She was able to get a picture of her whole class in front of the airport. She had made a plan that she would take a picture of her whole class each time they went somewhere big and important. Susy was also the photographer for the school newspaper and all the good pictures that she took would be going towards that as well.

Hours passed on the plane. By mid afternoon, the grade nines were in the Polish airport. Things seemed bigger and scarier than before. The teachers and volunteers directed the students to the shuttle area.

Susy sat alone on the bus with her head on the window. Miss Padziora took the seat beside her.

Great, Susy thought, I am such a loner that I have to sit with my teacher. This had better not be like this for the whole week.

“Susy, I haven’t seen your father at all. Is he here? I was sure that my calling would make him come.”

“So you admit to calling my house. Why? Did you not think that I wasn’t going to give the paper to my dad? I wanted to go. But you calling the house was the lamest, most stupid thing any teacher could do. It’s like you don’t trust me. Yeah, I’m not a good kid, but when I want to do something I get it done. Okay? You not my mother.” With those final words, Susy turned her head back to the window.

The bus was silent until the first stop. Half of the shuttle bus would be staying at one hotel and the other half at another. Susy jumped off the bus and faced a tall tree. It had a small picture of Mary on it's trunk with a blue frame. The picture had bright yellow and orange flowers hanging around it. At the foot of the trunk was a small blue fence with a small garden. The grass around it was brightly painted green and clouds seemed to go on forever.

She felt as though she had been here before. Something was very familiar. She recalled her father's heavy accent when telling stories of her mother.

This is the place mom and dad met...Why didn’t I tell my father he could come? God, how could I be so stupid? Susy took a few pictures of the spot and went back on the shuttle bus.

“Susy, what are you doing? Did you forget something? Susy, Susy? What’s wrong?”.

Without any reply to anyone’s question, Susy sat down and said, “Take me home.”

HELP ME!!!

STILL LOOKING FOR IDEAS AND I DON'T HAVE ANY THAT I THINK CAN MAKE A KILLER STORY.

Sorry that I haven't been blogging for a while. I've been away with some friends for the past week. I am deeply sorry for this. I know I should have taken the time to do something for all of my lovely fans out there (thank you, thank you!:D). I hope to have something NEW and EXCITING for you by Friday, the latest, Saturday. Once again, I am very sorry.

Thank you all,
*LP*

p.s. Sorry that the font is sort of weird. Currently trying to fix it.

One Girl's Writing 6

Hey everyone!
I know that I said I would be on blogger again on Tuesday, but our family trip was a day longer than I had thought. I could have blogged yesterday, but somethings got in the way. I hope you all forgive me! :)

My trip was to Niagara-on-the-lake and while I was there, I spent two hours down town - by myself (very proud of me). I took lots of pictures and saw lots of crazy looking people and had a great time.

I would like to take this time to thank Jason Evans for holding the Midnight Road contest. Also, congratulations to Eilsha, the winner of both the contest and reader's choice. Mr. Evans, I, and many other bloggers, are looking forward to your next contest!

Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*

P.S. Still looking for ideas for a story. Can't think at all this summer. :)