Should We Fight?

Hello all! I haven’t been on in half a year! I have been busy with school and stuff, so this is the first chance that I’ve taken to post something! I have a little opinion post for you. It is an informative/opinion/persuasive essay that I wrote for my final assignment in one of my classes. Tell me what you think! Also, when does everyone get out of school? I get out tomorrow!!! 🙂

Here’s my paper:

Dwight Eisenhower, in his “Chance for Peace” address, said, “Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” During the 20th century, the United States government tended to get involved in wars quite frequently, those including World War I, World War II, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, and the Iran-Iraq War. There are benefits to fighting, but what the government needs to focus on is not defending the United States but nurturing it. “Eisenhower believed…that America should be prepared to operate internationally in concert with others. At the same time, he recognized the danger that the vast expenditure associated with such preparedness could distract the nation from meeting her internal responsibilities” (War and The Republic: Why We Fight 26). Rather than wasting money on war, the government should use that money to care for citizens of the United States because giving people food is more important than giving people weapons, winning a war does not help people without healthcare, and defending against unknown adversaries does not provide shelter or clothing for people. 

Annually, the United States spends twenty billion dollars on nuclear arsenal. This much money can provide food for five billion people every year. The amount of money that the U.S. government spends on nuclear arsenal can feed almost the whole world for a year.  This is a red flag, and the government needs to do something about it; it does not cost very much money to feed people healthy food. A low-price military assault rifle costs one hundred fifty dollars at the least, one thousand fifty dollars at the most. A loaf of bread costs two dollars. For every high-price assault rifle, five hundred twenty five loaves of bread can be bought. Food is essential to live, but weapons are not. The government can save a great deal of money if they hold off on purchasing weapons and start providing low-priced, nutritious food so low-income families can afford it. The United States is a wealthy country, so there is no reason healthy food should be expensive. The fact that millions of people in the United States cannot afford to eat healthy food is ridiculous. The government is so focused on other countries that they do not notice the malnourishment of their own country. They do not notice the insane amount of people who go without food for days, or are forced to eat fast food because they cannot afford nutritious food. As a result of this, there are many more obese people who are poor than there are obese people who are wealthy. While troops are sacrificing their lives in Afghanistan, people back in the United States are sacrificing their lives, too. These people are parents who give up their meals so their children can eat, and this food is not anywhere near nutritious. Sacrifice and death is not any more important in the military than it is every day in the United States.

The government should be spending money on healthcare instead of war because even if the United States wins a war, the only thing citizens obtain from that victory is a feeling of triumph. They do not get a promotion, or less taxes, or a higher paycheck. Winning a war does not substantially help the citizens of the United States; only people in the military have free healthcare. Becoming involved in a war costs a large amount of money, which can be spent on providing healthcare for people who need it. The United States government needs help choosing their battles and knowing when to interfere with other countries; it is a huge waste of money if the United States is involved in a pointless war and they lose. The government never knows for sure if they will win the war they are fighting, but providing healthcare will always help people in need. Just because a family does not have enough money to afford healthcare does not mean they do not deserve to feel safe and secure. All citizens deserve healthcare, no matter what their socioeconomic status is. Healthcare, amongst other basic human rights, such as shelter and clothing, should be available to everyone, not just people who can afford such things. 

Dwight Eisenhower stated in his “Chance for Peace” address, “We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people.” In 1953, this statistic was accurate, but today, twenty-six thousand people can be housed for the price of one destroyer. Since then, the price of destroyers has tripled, along with the number of people who can be housed. The government does not need to spend any more money on defense weapons than is absolutely necessary because it is more important to provide homes and clothing for people than to protect the country from unknown enemies.

Do not forget that the U.S. Army provides soldiers with free health insurance, shelter, clothing, and food during service. Soldiers also receive a free college education, along with getting paid, which provides jobs for many people. In addition to soldiers, the weapon manufacturing businesses also benefit from war. The military-industrial complex is the connection between the government and the defense industry. This relationship is very beneficial to the defense industry because in return for the mass amount of weapons bought by the government, the defense manufacturers receive money. The only people who benefit from war are soldiers, the U.S. government, and the weapon manufacturers and contractors. Sometimes the soldiers do not benefit, though, because they die in combat. The government may lose out, too, because they could pay someone else less for weapons of the same quality. They could also buy less weapons and save a lot more money. The majority of the U.S. population is mostly civilians who do not serve in the military or work in the government, so even if war is beneficial to a few groups of people, it does not help the country as a whole.

“Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together” (Eisenhower, Military-Industrial Complex speech). This statement is still true. The United States cannot function smoothly if it is off-balance, if there is more inclination towards war than peace. The government doesn’t realize that before looking to other places to bring liberty to the United States, they must look inward. They need to focus on the well-being of their own nation first because, in the words of Socrates, “to move the world we must first move ourselves.”

How To Write A Story

Here is a basic template, if you will, for how to write any type of story. Please contact me if you have any suggestions for what I should write about or just an idea for a blog post. 🙂

How To Write A Story

Setting The Stage

Type of story: What kind of story are you going to write? Examples: Realistic fiction, sci-fi, historical fiction, non-fiction. What elements do [insert type of story here] stories always have?

Setting: You must have a setting. Where does the story take place? When? What is it like there?

Force of evil: There doesn’t always have to be a bad guy, but it always makes the story better.

Characters: A story is nothing without characters. Before you start writing, you should have at least one character developed. How old are they? What do they look like? Where do they live? Try choosing a name and writing up a few things about that name/person.

Plot: You need to have a plot to write a story. What is going to happen? Why? How?

Dialogue: Some stories do not have dialogue, and that is fine, but it makes the story more interesting and relatable if you add dialogue.

Elements: You should probably add some (suspense, action, adventure, romance, drama, etc.). These are elements of a good story.

Conflict: If there is no conflict, then the story is boring and uneventful. You need to have a problem, then that problem is solved.

Storyline Format: 

  1. Exposition (intro)
  2. Rising action of conflict
  3. Climax
  4. Falling action
  5. Resolution

Tips

  •  Start the story with something that gets the reader’s attention so they will want to keep reading to find out what will happen next.
  • Create a protagonist (someone who the reader will come to love, understand, and care for) and an antagonist (someone who is all about being negative, evil, or sad). This will make the story more interesting.

All of this information was gathered from various sites, and my own brain… so I don’t know what to put for sources… 😛

Updated Writing 5!

Crushes

By C. M. Kittredge and A.R. Farrer

 

Prologue

Mason

“Yahoo!” Nikki cannonballs into the pool. I’m having my annual pool party to celebrate the last day of summer, September 2nd. Well, it’s technically not the last day of summer, but it’s the last day before we go back to school.

Nikki, Roger, Beth, Ethan, Jason, Sophie, and Kate were all invited. Last year I invited Lucille, but that was before she turned into a bratty everything-must-go-my-way kind of girl.

Nikki has been pretty much my best friend (that is a girl) since 4th grade. I was a new student at Ashton Elementary all those years ago, and she was pretty much the only person that was nice to me, so we became friends. Then there’s Ethan and Jason. I met them when I started middle school at Ashton Middle. They are twin brothers from California, but they don’t look anything alike. When they moved here, all of the 6th grade girls were drooling over them except Nikki. She was loyal and sat with me at lunch every day when Kate, Sophie, and all the other girls were sitting with Ethan and Jason. To be honest, I want to be more than friends with Nikki. I feel like we would drift apart if I didn’t make a move.

I swim over to where Nikki is talking with Beth and sneak up behind her. Beth sees me and is about to tell Nikki, but I put a finger to my lips. She nods and keeps talking with Nikki. I grab Nikki’s waist and pull her backwards. She falls on top of me and we go underwater. I can see Nikki scream, but I can’t hear anything since we are underwater. We swim to the surface together and I see that Beth is laughing hysterically. Nikki quickly lowers herself into the water until all but her head is submerged. Then I notice that her back is bare. Oh god. When I pulled her underwater, I accidentally pulled her bikini top off. I can feel my face turning bright red.

“Oh my gosh, Nikki, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Nikki doesn’t turn around to respond because she doesn’t have a top on.

“It’s okay. Everything’s fine. I’m good,” She ties her bikini back on underwater, then stands up and faces me. For a second I think she’s going to hug me, but then she tackles me underwater. I can see her smile at me, then her face is gone. I swim up to the surface and look around, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Neither is Beth. They probably went inside to get some food. Then I have a bad thought: what if they left? Oh man. Nikki was probably embarrassed so she and Beth left. I run my fingers through my hair anxiously, hoping that they didn’t leave. I screwed up my chance with Nikki. Now she’s probably mad at me. Oh man. Oh man. This is not good.  Continue reading

Updated Writing 4!

Yet another update!!!

Word count: 6,238 and counting!!! I am now 41% done!!! YAY!!

Crushes

By Camille Marlowe and Abby Rose

 

Prologue

Mason

“Yahoo!” Nikki cannonballs into the pool. I’m having my annual pool party to celebrate the last day of summer, September 2nd. Well, it’s technically not the last day of summer, but it’s the last day before we go back to school.

Nikki, Roger, Beth, Ethan, Jason, Sophie, and Kate were all invited. Last year I invited Lucille, but that was before she turned into a bratty everything-must-go-my-way kind of girl.

Nikki has been pretty much my best friend (that is a girl) since 4th grade. I was a new student at Ashton Elementary all those years ago, and she was pretty much the only person that was nice to me, so we became friends. Then there’s Ethan and Jason. I met them when I started middle school at Ashton Middle. They are twin brothers from California, but they don’t look anything alike. When they moved here, all of the 6th grade girls were drooling over them except Nikki. She was loyal and sat with me at lunch every day when Kate, Sophie, and all the other girls were sitting with Ethan and Jason. To be honest, I want to be more than friends with Nikki. I feel like we would drift apart if I didn’t make a move.

I swim over to where Nikki is talking with Beth and sneak up behind her. Beth sees me and is about to tell Nikki, but I put a finger to my lips. She nods and keeps talking with Nikki. I grab Nikki’s waist and pull her backwards. She falls on top of me and we go underwater. I can see Nikki scream, but I can’t hear anything since we are underwater. We swim to the surface together and I see that Beth is laughing hysterically. Nikki quickly lowers herself into the water until all but her head is submerged. Then I notice that her back is bare. Oh god. When I pulled her underwater, I accidentally pulled her bikini top off. I can feel my face turning bright red.

“Oh my gosh, Nikki, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Nikki doesn’t turn around to respond because she doesn’t have a top on.

“It’s okay. Everything’s fine. I’m good,” She ties her bikini back on underwater, then stands up and faces me. For a second I think she’s going to hug me, but then she tackles me underwater. I can see her smile at me, then her face is gone. I swim up to the surface and look around, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Neither is Beth. They probably went inside to get some food. Then I have a bad thought: what if they left? Oh man. Nikki was probably embarrassed so she and Beth left. I run my fingers through my hair anxiously, hoping that they didn’t leave. I screwed up my chance with Nikki. Now she’s probably mad at me. Oh man. Oh man. This is not good.

 

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Updated Writing 3!

Word Count: 5,395 words and counting.

Crushes

By Camille Marlowe and Abby Rose

Prologue

Mason

“Yahoo!” Nikki cannonballs into the pool. I’m having my annual pool party to celebrate the last day of summer, September 2nd. Well, it’s technically not the last day of summer, but it’s the last day before we go back to school.

Nikki, Roger, Beth, Ethan, Jason, Sophie, and Kate were all invited. Last year I invited Lucille, but that was before she turned into a bratty everything-must-go-my-way kind of girl.

Nikki has been pretty much my best friend (that is a girl) since 4th grade. I was a new student at Ashton Elementary all those years ago, and she was pretty much the only person that was nice to me, so we became friends. Then there’s Ethan and Jason. I met them when I started middle school at Ashton Middle. They are twin brothers from California, but they don’t look anything alike. When they moved here, all of the 6th grade girls were drooling over them except Nikki. She was loyal and sat with me at lunch every day when Kate, Sophie, and all the other girls were sitting with Ethan and Jason. To be honest, I want to be more than friends with Nikki. I feel like we would drift apart if I didn’t make a move.

I swim over to where Nikki is talking with Beth and sneak up behind her. Beth sees me and is about to tell Nikki, but I put a finger to my lips. She nods and keeps talking with Nikki. I grab Nikki’s waist and pull her backwards. She falls on top of me and we go underwater. I can see Nikki scream, but I can’t hear anything since we are underwater. We swim to the surface together and I see that Beth is laughing hysterically. Nikki quickly lowers herself into the water until all but her head is submerged. Then I notice that her back is bare. Oh god. When I pulled her underwater, I accidentally pulled her bikini top off. I can feel my face turning bright red.

“Oh my gosh, Nikki, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Nikki doesn’t turn around to respond because she doesn’t have a top on.

“It’s okay. Everything’s fine. I’m good,” She ties her bikini back on underwater, then stands up and faces me. For a second I think she’s going to hug me, but then she tackles me underwater. I can see her smile at me, then her face is gone. I swim up to the surface and look around, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Neither is Beth. They probably went inside to get some food. Then I have a bad thought: what if they left? Oh man. Nikki was probably embarrassed so she and Beth left. I run my fingers through my hair anxiously, hoping that they didn’t leave. I screwed up my chance with Nikki. Now she’s probably mad at me. Oh man. Oh man. This is not good.

November 1, 2012

Chapter 1

Beth

As I yawn and open my eyes, I see that my iPod screen is lit up. I have two notifications from Instagram. Nikki (@nickels200) and Roger (@roorooroger) liked my post about National Boys Hug Girls Day. It’s not actually a real “holiday”, it’s just a fun day when boys hug girls for no reason. I’m hoping that Roger gives me a hug today. That would be  awesome!

I wait until my clock says 7:00am, then throw my covers back and hop out of bed. As I slowly get dressed, my cat, Agnes, creeps into my room and jumps onto my bed effortlessly. When I try to pet her, she hisses and bats a claw. I sigh.

“Good morning to you too, Agnes.” I saunter into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I glance in the mirror, I notice that my mascara from yesterday still hasn’t washed off. Yesterday was halloween, and I dressed up as a vampire. Nikki dressed up as a pirate, and we called ourselves the Vampirate sisters.

After I brush my teeth, I run downstairs and scarf down my eggs and toast. Just as I finish my cup of orange juice, Nikki’s mom’s car pulls into our driveway.

*****

Nikki

“NIKKI!!!” my mom yells from the front door, “It’s time to GO! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” I quickly finish putting on some mascara and hurry downstairs.

“I’m coming, Mom! One sec!” As I grab my backpack and tear my coat from the hanger, I realize that Coco is out of her kennel.

“Come on, you. Get in your kennel!” I pick her up and carry her to her kennel in my room. She’s a carmel-colored pug that I got for my birthday in May. She’s almost 9 months old now, and I have to take care of her pretty much 24/7. My parents don’t have time to take care of her because they both work full-time as doctors at the Bronson hospital.

When I finally get in the car, Jonathan, my baby brother, is having a fit. He cannot stand to be in the car for very long. That’s part of the reason why I’ve never been on any long road trips with my family. He gets fussy and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. It gets really irritating after about 5 minutes, so Mom and I have to start singing the ABC’s and Wheels on The Bus to get him to calm down. When we get to Beth’s house to pick her up, Jonathan is fast asleep.

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Updated Writing 2!

I have added a bunch and edited a bunch, so I would like to share it with y’all! 😀

Crushes

By C. M. Kittredge and A.R. Farrer

Chapter 1

Beth

As I yawn and open one eye, I see that my iPod screen is lit up. I have two notifications from Instagram. Nikki (@nickels200) and Roger (@roorooroger) liked my post about National Boys Hug Girls Day. It’s not actually a real “holiday”, it’s just a fun day when boys hug girls for no reason. I’m hoping that Roger gives me a hug today. That would be  awesome!

I wait until my clock says 7:00am, then throw my covers back and hop out of bed. As I slowly get dressed, my cat, Agnes, creeps into my room and jumps onto my bed effortlessly. When I try to pet her, she hisses and bats a claw. I sigh.

“Good morning to you too, Agnes.” I saunter into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I glance in the mirror, I notice that my mascara from yesterday still hasn’t washed off. Yesterday was halloween, and I dressed up as a vampire. Nikki dressed up as a pirate, and we called ourselves the Vampirate sisters.

After I brush my teeth, I run downstairs and scarf down my eggs and toast. Just as I finish my cup of orange juice, Nikki’s mom’s car pulls into our driveway.

*****

Nikki

“NIKKI!!!” my mom yells from the front door, “It’s time to GO! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” I quickly grab my mascara from my vanity and hurry downstairs.

“I’m coming, Mom! One sec!” As I grab my backpack and tear my coat from the hanger, I realize that Coco is out of her kennel.

“Come on, you. Get in your kennel!” I pick her up and carry her to her kennel in my room. She’s a carmel-colored pug that I got for my birthday in May. She’s almost 9 months old now, and I have to take care of her pretty much 24/7. My parents don’t have time to take care of her because they both work full-time as doctors at the Bronson hospital.

When I finally get in the car, Jonathan, my baby brother, is having a fit. He cannot stand to be in the car for very long. That’s part of the reason why I’ve never been on any long road trips with my family. He gets fussy and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. It gets really irritating after about 5 minutes, so Mom and I have to start singing the ABC’s and Wheels on The Bus to get him to calm down. When we get to Beth’s house to pick her up, Jonathan is fast asleep.

*****

Beth

When we get to school, I hop out of the car after Nikki and we walk in side by side. Kate and Sophie are waiting for us right inside the entrance. They both look exhausted from last night. We went trick-or-treating for hours. At 11, we all finally went home.

“Hey girls! How did you sleep last night? You’re looking pretty tired,” Nikki sounds like she got all the sleep she needed.

“Yeah, I’m kind of tired,” Sophie yawns and blinks her eyes slowly, “How did you sleep, Kate?”

“Eh, I didn’t get to sleep until about midnight, but I’m not super tired. How about you, Beth?”

“I slept pretty well, actually.” For some reason, I sleep better if I go to bed really late.

“Anyways, did you guys see Mason and Roger trick-or-treating last night? I heard that they went in the same neighborhood as us,” Kate is practically stalking Roger and Mason. Ever since we told her and Sophie about our crushes, she has been reporting to us about their whereabouts and such. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a crush on one of them, the way that she follows them around all the time.

“If I saw them, I probably would’ve told you guys by now, so no, I didn’t see them last night. They may’ve been out there, but how would we know? It was pitch dark and they were wearing costumes,” Sophie practically takes the words out of my mouth.

“What she said,” Nikki nods toward Sophie.

“Yep,” I agree.

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Updated Writing 1!

I have made some changes and added some things to my writing, and I have finished Chapter 1!!! Here it is:

Crushes

By Camille Marlowe and Abby Rose

Chapter 1

Beth

As I yawn and open one eye, I see that my iPod screen is lit up. I have two notifications from Instagram. Nikki (@nickels200) and Roger (@roorooroger) liked my post about National Boys Hug Girls Day. It’s not actually a real “holiday”, it’s just a fun day when boys hug girls for no reason. I’m hoping that Roger gives me a hug today. That would be  awesome!

I wait until my clock says 7:00am, then throw my covers back and hop out of bed. As I slowly get dressed, my cat, Agnes, creeps into my room and jumps onto my bed effortlessly. When I try to pet her, she hisses and bats a claw. I sigh.

“Good morning to you too, Agnes.” I saunter into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I glance in the mirror, I notice that my mascara from yesterday still hasn’t washed off. Yesterday was halloween, and I dressed up as a vampire. Nikki dressed up as a pirate, and we called ourselves the Vampirate sisters.

After I brush my teeth, I run downstairs and scarf down my eggs and toast. Just as I finish my cup of orange juice, Nikki’s mom’s car pulls into our driveway.

*****

Nikki

“NIKKI!!!” my mom yells from the front door, “It’s time to GO! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” I quickly grab my mascara from my vanity and hurry downstairs.

“I’m coming, Mom! One sec!” As I grab my backpack and tear my coat from the hanger, I realize that Coco is out of her kennel.

“Come on, you. Get in your kennel!” I pick her up and carry her to her kennel in my room. She’s a carmel-colored pug that I got for my birthday in May. She’s almost 9 months old now, and I have to take care of her pretty much 24/7. My parents don’t have time to take care of her because they both work full-time as doctors at the Bronson hospital.

When I finally get in the car, Jonathan, my baby brother, is having a fit. He cannot stand to be in the car for very long. That’s part of the reason why I’ve never been on any long road trips with my family. He gets fussy and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. It gets really irritating after about 5 minutes, so Mom and I have to start singing the ABC’s and Wheels on The Bus to get him to calm down. When we get to Beth’s house to pick her up, Jonathan is fast asleep.

*****

Beth

When we get to school, I hop out of the car after Nikki and we walk in side by side. Kate and Sophie are waiting for us right inside the entrance. They both look exhausted from last night. We went trick-or-treating for hours. At 11, we all finally went home.

“Hey girls! How did you sleep last night? You’re looking pretty tired,” Nikki sounds like she got all the sleep she needed.

“Yeah, I’m kind of tired,” Sophie yawns and blinks her eyes slowly, “How did you sleep, Kate?”

“Eh, I didn’t get to sleep until about midnight, but I’m not super tired. How about you, Beth?”

“I slept pretty well, actually.” For some reason, I sleep better if I go to bed really late.

“Anyways, did you guys see Mason and Roger trick-or-treating last night? I heard that they went in the same neighborhood as us,” Kate is practically stalking Roger and Mason. Ever since we told her and Sophie about our crushes, she has been reporting to us about their whereabouts and such. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a crush on one of them, the way that she follows them around all the time.

“If I saw them, I probably would’ve told you guys by now, so no, I didn’t see them last night. They may’ve been out there, but how would we know? It was pitch dark and they were wearing costumes,” Sophie practically takes the words out of my mouth.

“What she said,” Nikki nods toward Sophie.

“Yep,” I agree.

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My New Writing!

Sorry I haven’t updated you guys on my writing! I have been really busy with STUFF. I am participating in the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) YWP (Young Writer’s Program). My word goal is 15,000 words and here is my first draft. It’s a VERY rough draft, mind you! Here is what I have so far:

Crushes

By Camille Marlowe and Abby Rose

As I yawn and open one eye, I see that my iPod screen is lit up. I have two notifications from Instagram. Nikki (@nickels200) and Roger (@roorooroger) liked my post about National Boys Hug Girls Day. It’s not actually a real “holiday”, it’s just a fun day when boys hug girls for no reason. I’m hoping that Roger gives me a hug today. That would be awesome!

I wait until my clock says 7:00am, then throw my covers back and hop out of bed. As I slowly get dressed, my cat, Agnes, creeps into my room and jumps onto my bed effortlessly. When I try to pet her, she hisses and bats a claw. I sigh.

“Good morning to you too, Agnes.” I saunter into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I glance in the mirror, I notice that my mascara from yesterday still hasn’t washed off. Yesterday was halloween, and I dressed up as a vampire. Nikki dressed up as a pirate, and we called ourselves the Vampirate sisters.

After I brush my teeth, I run downstairs and scarf down my eggs and toast. Just as I finish my cup of orange juice, Nikki’s mom’s car pulls into our driveway.

*****

“NIKKI!!!” my mom yells from the front door, “It’s time to GO! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” I quickly grab my mascara from my vanity and hurry downstairs.

“I’m coming, Mom! One sec!” As I grab my backpack and tear my coat from the hanger, I realize that Coco is out of her kennel.

“Come on, you. Get in your kennel!” I pick her up and carry her to her kennel in my room. She’s a carmel-colored pug that I got for my birthday in May. She’s almost 9 months old now, and I have to take care of her pretty much 24/7. My parents don’t have time to take care of her because they both work full-time as doctors at the Bronson hospital.

When I finally get in the car, Jonathan, my baby brother, is having a fit. He cannot stand to be in the car for that long. That’s part of the reason why I’ve never been on any long road trips with my family. He gets fussy and starts screaming at the top of his lungs. It gets really irritating after about 5 minutes, so Mom and I have to start singing the ABC’s and Wheels on The Bus to get him to calm down. When we get to Beth’s house to pick her up, Jonathan is fast asleep.

*****

When we get to school, I hop out of the car after Nikki and we walk in side by side. Kate and Sophie are waiting for us right inside the entrance. They both look exhausted from last night. We went trick-or-treating for hours. At 11, we all finally went home.

“Hey girls! How did you guys sleep last night? You look pretty tired,” Nikki sounds like she got all the sleep she needed.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired,” Sophie yawns and blinks her eyes slowly, “How did you sleep, Kate?”

“Eh, I didn’t get to sleep until about midnight, but I’m not super tired. How about you, Beth?”

“I slept pretty well, actually.” For some reason, I sleep better if I go to bed really late.

“Anyways, did you guys see Mason and Roger trick-or-treating last night? I heard that they went in the same neighborhood as us,” Kate is practically stalking Roger and Mason. Ever since we told her and Sophie about our crushes, she has been reporting to us about their whereabouts and such. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a crush on one of them, the way that she follows them around all the time.

“If I saw them, I probably would’ve told you guys by now, so no, I didn’t see them last night. They may’ve been out there, but how would we know? It was pitch dark and they were wearing costumes,” Sophie practically takes the words out of my mouth.

“What she said,” Nikki nods toward Sophie.

“Yep,” I agree.

*****

“Hey Mason! What’s up?” I try to make small talk with Mason while we’re waiting for Mrs. Luciano to get back from the teachers’ lounge.

“Not much, you?”

“Not much,” I decide to ask him if he was out trick-or-treating in my neighborhood. “Where did you and Roger go trick-or-treating last night?”

“We were in the Newbrook neighborhood for a while, but then we had my mom drive us over to Crandall. Where did you guys go?”

“We went in the Crandall neighborhood, too! I didn’t see you guys, though.”

“We didn’t see you and the other girls either.”

“It was pitch black,” we say in unison. I smile.

“We think alike, don’t we?” He smiles back at me.

“Yes, yes we do.”

“Class! It’s not the time to chat!” Mrs. Luciano yells at class. “This is mathematics!” The class immediately goes silent.

“That’s better,” Mrs. Luciano smiles bitterly. “Now get your textbooks out and turn to page 122.” There’s lots of rustling as we all get our textbooks out of our bags.

“We will be investigating decimals and fractions today. What’s an example of a mixed number?” A girl particularly bratty girl named Lucille raises her hand confidently.

“Yes, Lucille?” Mrs. Luciano says sternly.

“1¾,” Lucille says this as if she knows everything there is to know about mixed numbers.

As Mrs. Luciano drones on about how decimals can be converted into fractions and vice versa, I stare at Mason until he looks at me, then I look away. I keep repeating this until the end of class.

*****

“We will be doing an experiment on how what we eat effects our health. I will tell you all the details separately, because you are all going to have different projects. Here are your partners: Julia and Sam, Carl and Scarlet, Maria and Grace, Roger and Beth…” That’s all I hear. Roger is partners with me! I almost scream “YESSS!” but catch myself just in time. That would be really embarrassing.

Here We Go…

Here’s my writing… I need to post ALL of it, at least the one story that I’ve  been working on for a while.

My stomach twists painfully as I stare out the window of the plane. Why am I so nervous?  It’s only a new boarding school. I should be glad that I’m leaving dirty old Greenwich School behind. I try thinking of Katie, but that only makes my stomach ache even more. Why did she have to stay at Greenwich? I’ll make lots of new friends at Empire Academy, right? That’s what Mom and Dad said. Ugh. So many questions.

“Rosie, wake up.” My dad is gently shaking me. I fell asleep! It’s been hours since we left the airport in Chicago. I stand up and stretch. The airplane’s smell (feet and throw up) is making me claustrophobic and dizzy. That, on top of my nervous stomach. We slowly file off the plane. I find my luggage and sit on a bench. Mom and Dad come over and give me a big hug.

“You’ll have a wonderful time. I know it.” My mom has tears in her eyes.

“Goodbye, Rosalie.” Dad is trying not to cry. I see a bus with Empire Academy painted across it. I give Mom and Dad one final hug and kiss, and then head over to the bus. I get inside to find many other students, boys and girls alike. I find an empty seat and pull out my journal.  I write for a while and when we finally get to Empire Academy it’s almost midnight. I’m so tired. I hope we get to sleep in.

We are all herded into the main building, which, I have to say is amazing. It smells like freshly mowed grass, which is a little awkward, considering that we’re inside. The floors are sleek and I think they’re bamboo. How much did Mom and Dad pay for me to get in? The guide reads off the roommate pairs, and I’m paired with a girl named Helen Twain. We pair up and head to our dorms. Helen seems really kind. She has jet-black hair and hazel green eyes that sparkle when she smiles. She tells me that she’s from Atlanta, Georgia and she’s visited many boarding schools in New York. I ask her if she visited this one and she said no, she didn’t, so we can go on a tour tomorrow! When we get to our dorm house, there is a woman waiting for us at the door. She tells us that she is our housemother and her name is Margaret McBane, and we’re supposed to call her Ms. McBane, but she’s okay with us calling her Margaret.  She is pregnant, I think. After we unpack, I fall into bed, so tired that I could sleep until tomorrow night.

In the morning I wake up to the smell of pancakes and sausage and the sound of girls laughing and talking. I sit up and look around. The dorm is very different compared to what it is at night. It’s divided into two sides, Helen’s, and mine.  Both of our sides have a window. I look out to find a view of a pasture dotted with horses and hay.  The furniture looks really comfy and soft. Everything is either purple or brown. There’s a light brown sectional couch and a deep purple chair. The floors are bamboo and there’s fluffy carpets scattered everywhere.  Just as I’m finishing up my braid, Helen strides in. She’s wearing a purple striped tank top with cute jean shorts and no shoes. I notice her toenails are painted light blue. “Hey Rosalie!” she says with excitement,  “You kind of missed breakfast, but there’s leftovers. I can’t wait to go on that tour! Why don’t you hurry up and get out of your pajamas. I’ll show you where the kitchen is.” I choose a floral print t-shirt and light green shorts. My flip-flops match Helen’s tank top.

During my late breakfast Helen tells me about a girl named Scarlet Saxby that was at breakfast. Scarlet and her friends apparently came from a high-quality beauty school in LA. I smirk when she tells me this. I mean, really. A beauty school? Did they learn how to be beautiful? That’s SO lame. She describes Scarlet as snooty, self-centered, mean, and bossy. Scarlet definitely sounds like a queen bee. That’s what my mom and I call girls who are bossy, selfish, and just plain mean. I’ve had plenty of those at my other schools.

After breakfast we head out for a self-guided tour of Empire Academy. First we go to the fitness area. There’s a pool club after school that I’d like to join. The girls’ locker rooms are really nice. The showers are huge and bright and the lockers are sizable and smell like lavender. The indoor track looks awesome. There’s a club for that, also. The gym is my favorite part. I absolutely love gymnastics. Ever since I was in the beginners’ gymnastics program that my mom signed me up for when I was three, gymnastics has been my way of expressing myself. Gymnastics is where I met Katie. I might have to sign up for the whole fitness deal.

Next we go to the observatory, which is sensational. There’s a huge amount of telescopes. I’m not a very big fan of astronomy and all that, but this is pretty cool. I look into one of the telescopes at the place where I think the Big Dipper is, and there it is! In the middle of the day! These telescopes must be really powerful and expensive.

I see a girl leading three other girls, who are following her around like hungry puppies. That must be Scarlet Saxby. “Hey Helen,” I call to Helen, who is looking intently through a telescope, “Is that Scarlet?”

“By all means, yes, that is the mean and self-centered Scarlet.” Helen says this as if she were announcing someone on a game show. I hope Scarlet doesn’t spot us. It would be horrible if she spotted us. As if she can read my mind, Scarlet saunters over, her sidekicks trailing after her.

“And who would you two individuals be?” she sneered. Helen steps right up.

“My name is Helen Twain. This is my roommate, Rosalie Adams,” she says, gesturing dramatically towards me. I try to make myself invisible. It doesn’t work, of course.

“Uh, hi,” I manage to say, smiling weakly. Scarlet’s companions giggle. I feel my face get warm. I hate it when people laugh at me.

“Well, we have to finish our tour. See you later!” Helen says cheerfully. I start walking towards the stables, but Helen veers off to the auditorium so I follow her.

“Why were you so friendly?” I wanted to know.

“My parents always say that the best way to deal with girls like Scarlet is to be friendly and welcoming,” replies Helen.

“I guess that makes sense.” I say.

When we get near the auditorium, there seems to be a twisting line going all the way around the building. “Omigosh!” I hit myself on the forehead. “I totally forgot about class signups! They end at two thirty. I think it’s almost two.”

“Well we better get moving then!” Helen races down the hill to the auditorium. I think this is one of the things I like about Helen. She always gets straight to the point. I scramble to catch up with her. I get in line just before another student is about to take the spot behind Helen. Twenty minutes later, we are finally at the front of the line. I sign up for photography, fitness class, the swim club that I saw in the school brochure, and a bunch of other fun classes. Everyone is required to do math and English, but we get to pick all the rest, which I’m really happy about. After the class signups, which we barely get to finish doing, I’m really tired. I decide to go back to the dorm and have some down time.

As I’m walking back through the courtyard, I hear a high-pitched yelp. I walk towards the sound of it. I hear it again, closer this time. I’m running now. I round the corner of the dorm just in time to see Scarlet dash around the other corner. I quickly follow her, careful to not make any sound. When I get around the corner, Scarlet is nowhere to be seen. I see a folded piece of paper on the ground near a tree. I pick it up and unfold it. Inside there’s a message: Meet me at the pool. Come alone. SS. Scarlet Saxby! Those are her initials! I wonder whom the message is for. I’ll have to see what Scarlet is up to.

I decide to stop by the dorm to check my email. I have two emails. One is from Katie. She says hi and asks how Empire Academy is going so far. She misses me and hopes that we can get together sometime during spring break. The other email is from Mom and Dad. They say hi and hope that I’m doing really well. Can I call them soon? They want to hear my voice. For some reason that brings tears to my eyes. I want to hear their voices too. After having some lunch I head out to the pool with a sneaky plan, hoping that Scarlet and whomever the message is for are still there.

Once I get to the pool, I slink into the locker rooms. I briskly put on my swimsuit, and then walk out of the locker rooms. I slip into the pool and act like I’m taking a swim. Trying my hardest to look casual, I glance around the pool, searching for Scarlet and the mystery person. I spot Scarlet, but there’s nobody with her. She’s behind the pool equipment, looking like she’s searching for someone.  As Scarlet’s gaze falls on me, she gestures wildly toward me. I wonder if she saw somebody behind me, then it dawns on me. The message was for me!  It was all a trick. I was supposed to hear her scream, “accidentally” find the message, and come spy on her. How could I be so stupid?

I hurry back to the dorm, get my pajamas on, grab my book, and hop in bed. For some reason reading always calms my thoughts. After a while Helen comes in. She’s looking really flustered; she’s dust-covered, her top is crooked, and her nail polish is chipped. I’m wondering what somebody would have to do to get that kind of look on her face. From what I know about Helen, she always has a sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face, but not now. Her expression is the exact opposite. “What happened to-“ she stops me before I can finish.

“Don’t ask.”

“Come on Helen. I really want to know.” I pleaded.

“Fine!” she gives in. “I was walking towards the dorms, and I’m pretty sure that I fell into a largish hole, maybe about 8 ½ feet deep.” She starts before continuing, ”I got really scratched up and stuff, but that’s not the worst part. I couldn’t get out. Being the petite girl that I am, I was still a good three feet from the top, even when I reached my arms up.” I’m amazed at this. Helen doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who would get stuck in a hole! “I tried calling for help, but of course, nobody answered. Then I started wondering what a 8-foot deep hole would be doing in the middle of the courtyard. Then I remembered the well that they were going to put in over here. It was announced during breakfast. I finally got myself out by scooping out some dirt to form makeshift steps.” She finishes. “Ugh! How could I be so stupid?”

“It’s okay.” I console her. “I thought the same thing today.” Helen looks at me questioningly. The intercom crackles. “Dinner time!” It’s our housemother, Margaret. We have intercoms, which is another thing I love about Empire Academy. “I’ll tell you about it after dinner.”

For dinner we’re having spaghetti & meatballs, string beans, mashed potatoes, and a choice of lemonade, Margaret’s homemade strawberry-kiwi smoothie, or just plain water or milk. Margaret won’t let us have any soda or junk food. I’m glad about that, mostly because I grew up drinking and eating all organic foods and drinks. Having junk food around will just tempt me. Margaret tells us that she is, in fact pregnant. During dinner I catch Scarlet’s eye and glare at her.

After dinner I tell Helen about Scarlet, and how she tricked me into meeting her at the pool. “She was probably going to insult me in front of all her friends,” I finish miserably.

“Well at least she didn’t get to,” Helen consoles me.

The next morning at breakfast, after a restless night, Margaret announces that we’ll be going to the local nursing home after lunch. “We will get to choose someone to keep in touch with. You could say that we’re going to have pen pals,” Margaret tells us. Scarlet and her companions giggle. Margaret told us that the buses would be leaving at 1 o’clock sharp, so we better be ready by then.  As I’m getting ready, Helen comes into the dorm, collapses on her bed, which makes a ‘shromp’ sound, and claps her hands over her ears. I’m about to ask what’s going on but a loud wailing sound interrupts me: an ambulance. I rush to my window but see nothing unusual. I look out Helen’s window and see the same, nothing unusual.  Maybe somebody got hurt. It must be Margaret! She’s probably having her baby. It would be horrible if we had to cancel going to the nursing home.

More Writing! (Updated)

So I’ve started a new story. Here it is.

Summary

Violet has a secret. A BIG secret. She’s considering switching schools because of her secret, but then she’d lose Addison, her best friend. They both go to Misty Creek Middle School, and they’ve known each other since 1st grade, so Violet would hate to break up their friendship after all these years.

 Jen thinks middle school is a complete joke. Everyone has to have the “in” thing. This week it was clutches, last week it was messenger bags. What are clutches, anyways? Jen is in 6th grade at Misty Creek Middle School. She hasn’t made any friends yet, but Violet Rees looks like a good friend. Jen doesn’t know how to approach her, though.

 June has everything she’s ever wanted, but she feels cold and miserable inside. She has no real friends, only her senseless, coldhearted follower named Gracelen. June really wants friends, but everyone thinks that she’s too spoiled and snotty to be their friend. She is in 7th grade at Misty Creek Middle School. Gracelen is at her worst. She’s clinging to June everywhere she goes. How will she ever be able to shake off Gracelen?

Chapter 1

Violet

As I ran through the halls, looking for Addison, I heard a cry. A desperate cry for help. It sounded like… no… it couldn’t be. It was just my imagination. I shook the torturous thought off and focused on finding Addison. I had to tell her that our homeroom wasn’t in Mrs. Wagner’s classroom, that our whole schedule had changed… My thoughts drifted off into that foreign world. The world where I could be myself and have my own laws. I wouldn’t have to follow everyone else’s stupid rules… No. You must not go to that world anymore. I had to leave that foreign world long ago. While I was deep in thought, someone slammed into me. I fell to the ground, my hip throbbing.

“Hey, watch where you’re going,” I said. Before I could stand up, a hand reached out to help me up. It was a small, pale hand. The fingernails were bitten down so short that you couldn’t see the place where the fingernail stopped and the skin began. There was no way that I was going to grab that hand. Not in a million years. But despite my protesting thoughts, the hand grabbed hold of my thin, soft, spotless hand. As soon as I got to my feet, I pulled my hand away and brushed it off. I glanced up to see who this stranger was. I was startled at what I saw. The hand that reached down to help me belonged to Gregward Bartholomew, the shy new kid. Wow. Not in a million years would I have guessed that Gregward Bartholomew would ever even look at me, much less touch me.

Chapter 2

Jen

The first day of school is always the worst. Especially this year, since I hadn’t made any friends yet. All the girls were wearing halter tops. Whatever. I was just wearing my normal t-shirt and jean shorts. Who even likes halter tops? They’re like rope around your neck, and they’re just another possible choking hazard. I got several disapproving looks from the other girls. They’re so self-centered that they think everyone just has to wear what they’re wearing.  I just looked away and tried to remember whose homeroom I was in. Was it Mrs. Ross or Ms. Rose? I dug into my backpack to find the schedule. Yep, it was Ms. Rose. I looked at where her classroom was on the map and realized that I was going the wrong way. I turned around and headed towards the east wing. I wondered who was in my class. Probably nobody that I would like. Probably some halter top girls and dumb jocks.  Probably… nothing.

Huh. I wonder where that thought came from. Maybe a long-lost memory… Somewhere… As I entered Ms. Rose’s classroom, a thought occurred to me. All I had to do was find someone to hang out with, and all the disapproving looks would vanish. Just like that. Poof! Just like Cinderella.

Huh. I wonder where that thought came from. Another random thought. This whole thought thing was getting annoying. Stop it! I told my brain. Just stop thinking of random stuff! Focus on middle school. You are here, at Misty Creek Middle School, in Ms. Rose’s classroom. I realized that everyone was staring at me. I was standing in the middle of the doorway, and everyone else was seated. The middle of attention, AGAIN. I hate being the middle of attention! I quickly found an empty seat in the front of the classroom.

Ms. Rose cleared her throat. “Welcome to your first day of middle school. I am Ms. Rose, your homeroom teacher for the entire year. These are your assigned seats for the rest of the year.” No! Not for the WHOLE YEAR! I can’t sit in the front row.

Another clearing of the throat. “Anyways, here are your official schedules. She handed out laminated schedules, clearly marked Ms. Rose’s Classroom. Ugh. I already have a schedule, and it’s WAY better than this one…

Chapter 3

June

I was trying to hide from Gracelen, but she was following me everywhere, so I decided to live with it, because she was only in two of my classes anyways. I was wrong to leave it alone. She found my locker, and she kept asking me where I got my “frilly booties”. I kept telling her that I got them at the mall. She just wouldn’t take that as an answer. After the same question being heard about 50 times, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Gracelen, if you want to know where I got these boots, then here you go. I got them from my parents. How’s that for an answer?” Gracelen looked shocked. I don’t think she’s ever gotten anything from her parents; she always buys stuff with her own money, as far as I know. There was an awkward silence. I took this time to adjust my halter top, which was hurting my neck a little. After the awkward silence passed, Gracelen walked away. Wow. That’s a change. Usually I’m the one walking away. Fantastic! Now I wouldn’t have to deal with Gracelen for the rest of the week, and if I was lucky, maybe the rest of the month! I did a happy dance. Fortunately, nobody seemed to notice.

Some poetry…

Here’s some poetry that I wrote. It’s all free-verse, “outlaw” poetry, so don’t correct ANY grammar or punctuation. 😛

An Endless Sleep

In the dark of night

A blizzard rages

The stars sing

To an endless sleep

Soon a flickering flame dies out

To an endless sleep

 

Darkness

On a clear night

The moon comes out

The sun dips low

Then disappears

A blanket of darkness

Envelopes the city

Until dawn

The darkness won’t lift

But fire is raging

And it will rage on

Until dawn

 

Pueblo House

In the blazing hot sun

A pueblo house stands

Upon the cracked ground

Day and night

It stands

Rain or snow

It stands

Firm and straight

It stands

For mothers and fathers

Sisters and brothers

It stands

 

The Music of The World

Grass sways

To the rhythm of the earth

Flowers sing

To the song

Of the universe

Rivers flow

To the orbits

Of the planets

Everything moves

To the music

Of life

 

 

 

 

Every Last Bit

This post has every last bit of my writing that I have so far.

My stomach twists painfully as I stare out the window of the plane. Why am I so nervous? It’s only a new boarding school. I should be glad that I’m leaving dirty old Greenwich School behind. I try thinking of Katie, but that only makes my stomach ache even more. Why did she have to stay at Greenwich? I’ll make lots of new friends at Empire Academy, right? That’s what mom and dad said. Ugh. So many questions. “Rosie, wake up.” My dad is gently shaking me. I fell asleep! It’s been hours since we left the airport in Chicago. I stand up and stretch. The airplane’s smell (feet and throw up) is making me claustrophobic and dizzy. That, on top of my nervous stomach. We slowly file off the plane. I find my luggage and sit on a bench. Mom and dad come over and give me a big hug. “You’ll have a wonderful time. I know it.” My mom has tears in her eyes. “Goodbye, Rosalie.” Dad is trying not to cry. I see a bus with Empire Academy painted across it. I give mom and dad one final hug and kiss, and then head over to the bus. I get inside to find many other students, boys and girls alike. I find an empty seat and pull out my journal. I write for a while and when we finally get to Empire Academy it’s almost midnight. I’m so tired. I hope we get to sleep in. We are all herded into the main building, which, I have to say is amazing. It smells like freshly mowed grass, which is a little awkward, considering that we’re inside. The floors are sleek and I think they’re bamboo. How much did Mom and Dad pay for me to get in? The guide reads off the roommate pairs, and I’m paired with a girl named Helen Twain. We pair up and head to our dorms. Helen seems really kind. She has jet-black hair and hazel green eyes that sparkle when she smiles. She tells me that she’s from Atlanta, Georgia and she’s visited many boarding schools in New York. I ask her if she visited this one and she said no, she didn’t, so we can go on a tour tomorrow! When we get to our dorm house, there is a woman waiting for us at the door. She tells us that she is our housemother and her name is Margaret McBane, and we’re supposed to call her Ms. McBane, but she’s okay with us calling her Margaret. After we unpack, I fall into bed, so tired that I could sleep until tomorrow night. In the morning I wake up to the smell of pancakes and sausage and the sound of girls laughing and talking. I sit up and look around. The dorm is very different compared to what it is at night. It’s divided into two sides, Helen’s, and mine. Both of our sides have a window. I look out to find a view of a pasture dotted with horses and hay. The furniture looks really comfy and soft. Everything is either purple or brown. There’s a light brown sectional couch and a deep purple chair. The floors are bamboo and there’s fluffy carpets scattered everywhere. Just as I’m finishing up my braid, Helen strides in. She’s wearing a purple striped tank top with cute jean shorts and no shoes. I notice her toenails are painted light blue. “Hey Rosalie!” she says with excitement, “You kind of missed breakfast, but there’s leftovers. I can’t wait to go on that tour! Why don’t you hurry up and get out of your pajamas. I’ll show you where the kitchen is.” I choose a floral print t-shirt and light green shorts. My flip-flops match Helen’s tank top. During my late breakfast Helen tells me about a girl named Scarlet Saxby that was at breakfast. Scarlet and her friends apparently came from a high-quality beauty school in LA. I smirk when she tells me this. I mean, really. A beauty school? Did they learn how to be beautiful? That’s SO lame. She describes Scarlet as snooty, self-centered, mean, and bossy. Scarlet definitely sounds like a queen bee. That’s what my mom and I call girls who are bossy, selfish, and just plain mean. I’ve had plenty of those at my other schools. After breakfast we head out for a self-guided tour of Empire Academy. First we go to the fitness area. There’s a pool club after school that I’d like to join. The girls’ locker rooms are really nice. The showers are huge and bright and the lockers are sizable and smell like lavender. The indoor track looks awesome. There’s a club for that, also. The gym is my favorite part. I absolutely love gymnastics. Ever since I was in the beginners’ gymnastics program that my mom signed me up for when I was three, gymnastics has been my way of expressing myself. Gymnastics is where I met Katie. I might have to sign up for the whole fitness deal. Next we go to the observatory, which is sensational. There’s a huge amount of telescopes. I’m not a very big fan of astronomy and all that, but this is pretty cool. I look into one of the telescopes at the place where I think the Big Dipper is, and there it is! In the middle of the day! These telescopes must be really powerful and expensive. I see a girl leading three other girls, who are following her around like hungry puppies. That must be Scarlet Saxby. “Hey Helen,” I call to Helen, who is looking intently through a telescope, “Is that Scarlet?” “By all means, yes, that is the mean and self-centered Scarlet.” Helen says this as if she were announcing someone on a game show. I hope Scarlet doesn’t spot us. It would be horrible if she spotted us. As if she can read my mind, Scarlet saunters over, her sidekicks trailing after her. “And who would you two individuals be?” she sneered. Helen steps right up. “My name is Helen Twain. This is my roommate, Rosalie Adams,” she says, gesturing dramatically towards me. I try to make myself invisible. It doesn’t work, of course. “Uh, hi,” I manage to say, smiling weakly. Scarlet’s companions giggle. I feel my face get warm. I hate it when people laugh at me. “Well, we have to finish our tour. See you later!” Helen says cheerfully. I start walking towards the stables, but Helen veers off to the auditorium so I follow her. “Why were you so friendly?” I wanted to know. “My parents always say that the best way to deal with girls like Scarlet is to be friendly and welcoming,” replies Helen. “I guess that makes sense.” I say. When we get near the auditorium, there seems to be a twisting line going all the way around the building. “Omigosh!” I hit myself on the forehead. “I totally forgot about class signups! They end at two thirty. I think it’s almost two.” “Well we better get moving then!” Helen races down the hill to the auditorium. I think this is one of the things I like about Helen. She always gets straight to the point. I scramble to catch up with her. I get in line just before another student is about to take the spot behind Helen. Twenty minutes later, we are finally at the front of the line. I sign up for photography, fitness class, the swim club that I saw in the school brochure, and a bunch of other fun classes. Everyone is required to do math and English, but we get to pick all the rest, which I’m really happy about. After the class signups, which we barely get to finish doing, I’m really tired. I decide to go back to the dorm and have some down time. As I’m walking back through the courtyard, I hear a high-pitched yelp. I walk towards the sound of it. I hear it again, closer this time. I’m running now. I round the corner of the dorm just in time to see Scarlet dash around the other corner. I quickly follow her, careful to not make any sound. When I get around the corner, Scarlet is nowhere to be seen. I see a folded piece of paper on the ground near a tree. I pick it up and unfold it. Inside there’s a message: Meet me at the pool. Come alone. SS. Scarlet Saxby! Those are her initials! I wonder whom the message is for. I’ll have to see what Scarlet is up to. I decide to stop by the dorm to check my email. I have two emails. One is from Katie. She says hi and asks how Empire Academy is going so far. She misses me and hopes that we can get together sometime during spring break. The other email is from Mom and Dad. They say hi and hope that I’m doing really well. Can I call them soon? They want to hear my voice. For some reason that brings tears to my eyes. I want to hear their voices too. After having some lunch I head out to the pool with a sneaky plan, hoping that Scarlet and whomever the message is for are still there. Once I get to the pool, I slink into the locker rooms. I briskly put on my swimsuit, and then walk out of the locker rooms. I slip into the pool and act like I’m taking a swim. Trying my hardest to look casual, I glance around the pool, searching for Scarlet and the mystery person. I spot Scarlet, but there’s nobody with her. She’s behind the pool equipment, looking like she’s searching for someone. As Scarlet’s gaze falls on me, she gestures wildly toward me. I wonder if she saw somebody behind me, then it dawns on me. The message was for me! It was all a trick. I was supposed to hear her scream, “accidentally” find the message, and come spy on her. How could I be so stupid? I hurry back to the dorm, get my pajamas on, grab my book, and hop in bed. For some reason reading always calms my thoughts. After a while Helen comes in. She’s looking really flustered; she’s dust-covered, her top is crooked, and her nail polish is chipped. I’m wondering what somebody would have to do to get that kind of look on her face. From what I know about Helen, she always has a sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face, but not now. Her expression is the exact opposite. “What happened to-“ she stops me before I can finish. “Don’t ask.” “Come on Helen. I really want to know.” I pleaded. “Fine!” she gives in. “I was walking towards the dorms, and I’m pretty sure that I fell into a largish hole, maybe about 8 ½ feet deep.” She starts before continuing, ”I got really scratched up and stuff, but that’s not the worst part. I couldn’t get out. Being the petite girl that I am, I was still a good foot and a half from the top, even when I reached my arms up.” I’m amazed at this. Helen doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who would get stuck in a hole! “I tried calling for help, but of course, nobody answered. Then I started wondering what a 8-foot deep hole would be doing in the middle of the courtyard. Then I remembered the well that they were going to put in over here. It was announced during breakfast.I finally got myself out by scooping out some dirt to form makeshift steps.” She finishes. “Ugh! How could I be so stupid?” “It’s okay.” I console her. “I thought the same thing today.” Helen looks at me questioningly. The intercom crackles. “Dinner time!” It’s our housemother, Margaret. We have intercoms, which is another thing I love about Empire Academy. “I’ll tell you about it after dinner.” For dinner we’re having spaghetti & meatballs, string beans, mashed potatoes, and a choice of lemonade, Margaret’s homemade strawberry-kiwi smoothie, or just plain water or milk. Margaret won’t let us have any soda or junk food. I’m glad about that, mostly because I grew up drinking and eating all organic foods and drinks. Having junk food around will just tempt me. During dinner I catch Scarlet’s eye and glare at her. After dinner I tell Helen about Scarlet, and how she tricked me into meeting her at the pool. “She was probably going to insult me in front of all her friends,” I finish miserably. “Well at least she didn’t get to,” Helen consoles me. The next morning at breakfast, after a restless night, Margaret announces that we’ll be going to the local nursing home after lunch. “We will get to choose someone to keep in touch with. You could say that we’re going to have pen pals.” Scarlet and her companions giggle. Margaret told us that the buses will be leaving at 1 o’clock sharp, so we better be ready by then. As I’m getting ready, Helen comes in, her usual bubbly self, but she’s extra bubbly today.

My New Writing

I’ve added some stuff to the story that I started yesterday:

Right as I’m falling asleep, my iPod dings. I lean over the edge of my bed to get it. It’s a text from Lydia, my BFF.

Hi! R u still awake?

Yep! Just falling asleep though.

What’s up?

I have wonderful news!

Me too! U go first.

Ok. Here it is! My mom finally

let me get a laptop!

No way! I thought she’d never

give in!

I know! Me neither!

So what’s your big news?

My mom also let me get a laptop,

except I have to earn the money. Bleh.

Exactly! My mom was all like,

you have to earn the money or

you’re not getting a laptop!

Well I hear my mom telling me telepathically

to turn off my iPod and stop texting,

so good night!

G’night!

I turn my iPod off, turn over, and burrow under the covers.

New Writing

I created new writing just for fun. Tell me what you think! Oh and, also, I haven’t finished it yet. 🙂

“I promise that I will try to clean my room more often.” My statement isn’t very cunning, but it will have to do. Mom sighs. “Okay, fine, you can get a laptop. But there is one thing: laptops are very valuable, so be careful with it.” “Yippee! Thank you so much Mom! I will be forever grateful!” I am very entertaining when I’m happy. I made a plan for when I get a laptop. It looks like this: 1. Pick what kind of laptop I want (size, brand, etc.). 2. Find out how much it costs (must be under $1200). 3. Choose a date when I must have enough money to buy the laptop. 4. Find ways to earn money. 5. Earn money. 6. Buy laptop. 7. Celebrate!!!! ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ I put the list on my desk. It’s really late. I better get to bed. After going through the tween bedtime routine (I created it exclusively for tweens ☺), I hop into my totally awesome loft bed.

My Awesome Writing: I don’t even know what post numbers these are

So here’s my writing that I’ve missed over the past week. This is all I have so far. I kinda have writer’s block…

Once I get to the pool, I slink into the locker rooms. I briskly put on my swimsuit, and then walk out of the locker rooms. I slip into the pool and act like I’m taking a swim. Trying my hardest to look casual, I glance around the pool, searching for Scarlet and the mystery person. I spot Scarlet, but there’s nobody with her. She’s behind the pool equipment, looking like she’s searching for someone. As Scarlet’s gaze falls on me, she gestures wildly toward me. I wonder if she saw somebody behind me, then it dawns on me. The message was for me! It was all a trick. I was supposed to hear her scream, “accidentally” find the message, and come spy on her. How could I be so stupid? I hurry back to the dorm, get my pajamas on, grab my book, and hop in bed. For some reason reading always calms my thoughts. After a while Helen comes in. She’s looking really flustered; she’s dust-covered, her top is crooked, and her nail polish is chipped. I’m wondering what somebody would have to do to get that kind of look on her face. From what I know about Helen, she always has a sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face, but not now. Her expression is the exact opposite. “What happened to-“ she stops me before I can finish. “Don’t ask.” “Come on Helen. I really want to know.” I pleaded. “Fine!” she gives in. “I was walking towards the dorms, and I’m pretty sure that I fell into a largish hole, maybe about 6 ½ feet deep.” She starts before continuing, ”I got really scratched up and stuff, but that’s not the worst part. I couldn’t get out. Being the petite girl that I am, I was still a good foot and a half from the top, even when I reached my arms up.” I’m amazed at this. Helen doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who would get stuck in a hole! “I tried calling for help, but of course, nobody answered. Then I started wondering what a 6-foot deep hole would be doing in the middle of the courtyard. I knew that I’d never seen this hole before, so it must be newly dug. Then I remembered the well that they were going to put in over here. It was announced during breakfast, so you didn’t hear about it. I finally got myself out by scooping out some dirt to form makeshift steps.” She finishes. “Ugh! How could I be so stupid?” “It’s okay.” I console her. “I thought the same thing today.” Helen looks at me questioningly. The intercom crackles. “Dinner time!” It’s our housemother, Margaret. We have intercoms, which is another thing I love about Empire Academy. “I’ll tell you about it after dinner.” For dinner we’re having spaghetti & meatballs, string beans, mashed potatoes, and a choice of lemonade, Margaret’s homemade strawberry-kiwi smoothie, or just plain water or milk. Margaret won’t let us have any soda or junk food. I’m glad about that, mostly because I grew up drinking and eating all organic foods and drinks. Having junk food around will just tempt me. During dinner I catch Scarlet’s eye and glare at her. After dinner I tell Helen about Scarlet, and how she tricked me into meeting her at the pool. “She was probably going to insult me in front of all her friends,” I finish miserably. “Well at least she didn’t get to,” Helen consoles me. The next morning at breakfast, after a restless night, Margaret announces that we’ll be going to the local nursing home after lunch. “We will get to choose someone to keep in touch with. You could say that we’re going to have pen pals.” Scarlet and her companions giggle. I guess they think that having pen pals is for 2nd graders. I smirk. I only had a pen pal when I was in 1st grade, but I guess Scarlet has had a lot of experience with pen pals. Anyways, Margaret told us that the buses will be leaving at 1 o’clock sharp, so we better be ready by then.