So I was looking through some boxes today after school and I found one of my old stories I thought I would share it :). It was called Jara :) :)
"Never I never thought this day would come!! Zamen anyone but Zamen!! I Jara will not let this happen!" You couldn't see the frustration through my light brown hair as it fell like rain across my face. My speckled face red with fury as a paced across the marble floor my blue dress flying in every direction. "Of all the homeless boys you picked him!" I snarled.
" Jara dear," My mother replied in a soft calmer tone. "You know he lives just a few miles away and they needed an extra room for your father."
" But.... Mom he's a selfish snob!"
"How so??"
"Well,... he stayed with us last summer ,right?"
"Right..."
"And he dined with us correct?"
"Yes"
" Well, I didn't eat or touch my food because he super glued my fork and spoon to the table!!"
" Now Jara you have no proof that was him, and I don't want to hear another word about it he's staying here and that's final!"
I was never more disappointed in my mother. Zamen was the only the only person on my Hate list. My mother got up and flowed out of the room. I gave her a cold look on her way out. Zamen was going to arrive in three days. It was time to start planning. I raced down the hall and stopped at a light blue door . The door creaked open . I took a few steps inside and BOOM!! I was on the floor I looked down at my leg and there was Ding Dong as usual. My adventure companion. Her short legs had the strengh of four dogs. Her jaw is as strong as steel when she bites. But most important of all.... she is a Pig.
Ding dong got her name from ringing the door bell we'd put her outside she'd ring the door bell and keep ringing it until we let her inside.
"It's time Ding Dong." I whispered
After hearing those words shelet go of my leg and gave me an evil grin. Two hours later.
The trap was set I'm all packed it was ready to spring into action. Anytime he lays his head on his pillow cold water would poor down on his face.
Since I would be grounded for life when I get back I'm moving to Dragon Gate forest. That night I climbed out my window to the ground below. Good-bye my once happy home Iwas free. There I went into the forest never to come out again.
A few miles intothe forest there was a sound "schschshchshc." Yellow eyes glowed out of a bush in front of me.
"Hello??" I said cautiously
The sound came again. It finally emergedfrom the bushes. It was black and as it circled me I picked up a rock from the ground. When It stopped ready to strike I threw the rock and landed in the creatures eye. It screamed in pain. It shrank until it was the size of a pebble I took the rock and smashed it. Little mummbles came from the bushes around me. I stood my ground ready for anything and every thing they could throw at me. The rock in my hand began to move. I tossed it to the ground in fright. Four spider legs popped out it turned it's huge eyes watched me. The bushes moved again millions of rocks came out. The first rock clicked communicating to the other rocks. The multitude raised thier legs. The first rock turned to me and touched my shoes like the King of Chamelot dubbing the heros knights. One of the multitude pushed my onto the others and carried me to a rock carved into a chair.
Um, I thought, they are making me thier knight??
After, they carried me the little rocks brought forth a squished black thing, the monster I killed earlier. One rock took a twig and began to write in the dirt:
All hale Queen_________
He rolled a twig toward me. Then wrote:
You kill Black smoke you now our Queen. Write name in blank.
I scribbled something down. Now it said:
All hale Queen of the forest
I guess it's better than beig grounded for life. I achieved greatness now it was time to make myself known...
Onward my Rocks!!!
THE END!!
Hail! Queen of the Forest. Leader of Rocks! Go fourth and conquer!
ReplyDeleteHaha Katie. You are so funny. I love to read your stories. You should come sleepover at my house, and we should write a story together. Then, later, when school starts, we can pass it back and forth between classes. It'll be fun. Yes, it's true, I might be coming to Rocky Mountain this year. I'll call you later.
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