The clouds came apart
Like a star split;
A cosmic explosion
Pulls the curtains back
And opens the world.
Rock hard cold is gone,
If only for a day.
A sweet trickle fills the sky,
Chasing the dark away.
A warm wind kisses my cheek,
Embedded Files
Full of bittersweet memory.
When I found the melody of our summer
Amid cold and frigid winter.
A new dream unlocked inside of me,
An anticipation,
The culmination of
Everything I love,
A wonder for life.
I was ready to learn to fly
The day my wings began to grow,
Unfolding under winter snow,
Verses floating in my mind,
Magic I could almost find.
Puzzle pieces fall together
In this preview for warmer weather.
Life is not just memory,
But present joy,
The joy to breathe,
Every moment getting higher.
Passion burns in me like fire.
I still remember broken nights,
But on and on and on I’ll fight,
If only for the days like this,
When cold holds off,
When warm resists,
When highs and lows of adrenalin
Leave me in the place I’m in.
Have you ever considered that things are more than they seem? That there’s a whole world hidden beneath this one? That anything is possible? That we should cherish our resources, just in case? Kayla hasn’t.
Kayla doesn’t even know the basics of this world.
For most people, their first memory is a fuzzy little blurb from when they were a small child. Not for Kayla. She has to be around fifteen years old (nobody knows for sure), but her first memory is of a traumatic experience just a few weeks ago.
She found herself floating on her back in the middle of some cool, quiet place. She must have been asleep moments before. The sun beat down on her cheeks, and she felt wonderfully content with her blonde ringlets floating around her and her graceful arms flung wide. Then she rolled over. Cold shock hit her full in the face like a thousand tiny needles as fire exploded under the skin between her eyes. She jumped up and her heart dropped when she realized she was falling. She opened her eyes wildly, but saw nothing but tangible darkness. It was trapping her. The fire spread to her lungs, burning
fiercer until she thought her body would explode. She opened her mouth to cough or scream, but was met with the thick taste of rot. She writhed, kicking her arms and legs with the little strength she had left as the invisible enemy pursued her. It was no use, no matter which she turned, it was all the same. All black. All painful. Her mind was racing like a guinea pig on its wheel, so fast that she couldn’t catch any of the thoughts. Tears stung her eyes. Everything hurt. The world was spinning. That was when she saw a murky, green-brown light. She wasn't thinking at all, all she knew or cared about was reaching that light. Her own body was a blur as she thrashed with all her might. At last she bobbed up into blinding sunlight, coughing fiercely and gasping for air. She fell under again almost immediately, but kicked her way up once again. The water almost seemed angry, though. She was only able to hack out one strained shriek for help before it forced her under again. This time she stopped fighting. The world was already dark. Now it was going numb, too.
"Are you sure that's all you remember? Sarah asks as Kayla finishes retelling the story.
"Uh huh,” Kayla replies in a hollow tone. "After that I woke up on the beach and you were there, and we started talking. You mentioned a friend named Kayla and I thought that was familiar. You know what happened since then." She says it all without any emotion, fiddling with the pink petals of a nearby flower as she talks. They are hidden in Sarah's garden, which is between Mrs. Wilson's house and the shed that serves as Sarah and Kayla's bedroom. The shed is tucked back into the dry weeds where nobody notices it. Because nobody ever goes back there, the garden is a bit secret. The reason it has to be secret is because clean water is scarce in the town. It needs to be brought in from other places, but it's getting scarce there, too. Not only does Sarah need to share her rations to make the flowers grow, she needs to protect the flowers from the toxic rain. Because of these inconvenient factors, gardening is illegal. Sarah can't give up her garden, though. It's the only place where she feels like she can breathe, both literally and mentally. Now sunlight is slanting through the leaves and landing on the rusty bench where Sarah and Kayla sit. Sunflowers are growing up to their left, and the ground ahead is carpeted in purple. Two white butterflies are playing in the air, and a bird chirps not far away.
"I know what happened from there up until you saw those butterflies and said they reminded you of something. What was it?"
“I don't know.”
"Well, think! Don't you want to remember?" Sarah presses gently. Kayla shruggs.
"Hey, I get that knowing can be hard. I know how my parents died, and now I'm afraid of fire, but I'd still rather have that than just cluelessness."
Kayla is silent.
"Do you want to live in the dark?"
"I really don't care."
"Do you care about anything?"
“No.”
“I should've known, I guess. Ever since I met you, you haven't smiled once. You're beautiful, but you’d be so much prettier if you smiled.” Sarah pauses thoughtfully.
Kayla knows what she wants to ask, but she is hesitant. "Do you think I have a personality?"
Sarah doesn't know what to say. She doesn't want to be rude, but Kayla needs her to answer honestly. "I think you could have one,” is all she can offer.
"I knew I didn't,” Kayla states almost matter-of-factly.
"I'm sorry.”
“But you think I could?" There is almost a hint of emotion in her tone. The tiniest glint of hope. "Of course, who's stopping you?"
"I don't know. Somebody."
"What?"
"I think... I think I used to have a personality. I used to care. I can just barely геmember what it felt like. I want it back, but I just... can't. Something won't let me."
"Kayla! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Sarah asks, excited.
Kayla shrugs."What's the point?"
"The fact that you want it proves there's still something there! Whatever is holding you up,
we can work past it. Nothing can block you from being yourself!" Sarah exclaims, her brown eyes sparkling passionately.
Kayla just stares into space.
“Pease. Just try,” Sarah pleads more gently.
Kayla continues to sit perfectly still, her graceful hands folded in her lap, for an unnaturally long time.
"Kayla?" Sarah begins to get worried. “What's going on?”
Kayla still doesn't move, but her breathing gradually gets heavier until she is panting as if in terror.
"Kayla..."
All at once she sucks in her breath and springs up off of the bench. She leans against a small blossoming tree and does the most shocking thing while still catching her breath. She smiles-- no, grins. True to what Sarah said earlier, Kayla is a thousand times more beautiful when she smiles. Her pale skin lights up and two perfect dimples appear on her smooth cheeks. Her petite nose scrunches ever so slightly and, most importantly, her crystal blue eyes open wide to let the world in. She is so shocked, all she can do is laugh.
Sarah, taken aback, can't help giggling, too. “Kayla! Are you ok?" she manages to squeeze out.
Kayla shakes her head, causing her curls to bounce before answering. "Not Kayla! I know who I really am!"
"What?" Sarah stops giggling and stares into the eyes of Kayla, who has also regained her composure. "Did you say…”
Kayla nods. "You were right, nothing can stop me! I remember everything! I have a personality!”
Sarah doesn't know how to respond. “Kayla, that's... amazing!"
"I remember my real name, too. Call me Kalalaya.”
"Kalalaya?"
She nods.
"That's not a normal name. I love it."
"It's not normal for humans, anyway."
"Wait..."
"I'd better explain from the beginning."
So Kalalaya tells the whole story. As it turns out, she isn't human. She's a living particle of water. The community that she lived in before makes up the lake near Sarah's hometown where the foul water comes from. They are called the cursed, because they were doomed to a stagnant life of waste by the evil witch, Genella. Legends claim that Genella cursed the community by mistake in an experiment but didn’t bother trying to fix the damage. Nobody could punish her since the crime was unintentional, but she still faced seclusion. The lack of contact with other creatures and the knowledge that everyone was blaming her made Genella hard and bitter.
The curse made everyone useless. Some got angry and rebelled, completing their usual journeys anyway. This spread the poison farther and harmed the crops in town. Most just stayed put, living a useless life of nothingness. Spirits in the community sank low and lives became bland. Kalalaya handled it differently. She knew she couldn't let anger control her since that only harmed others, but she wasn't going to sit around and let life pass by without any action, either. What she did was make her own fun and adventures where she was, spreading her happiness and curiosity with the rest of the community to ease the gloom. Life was pretty good for Kalalaya, who never stopped dreaming about going on journeys someday, but what she didn't know was that she had an enemy. It was Genella, who was by that point an angry and depressed creature who didn’t want anyone to be happy without her. With nothing better to do, she set her focus on getting rid of Kalalaya.
An opportunity came sooner than Genella had expected when rumors started spreading about a water creature who'd turned into a human. Kalalaya thought that would be the perfect opportunity for adventure, so she began searching out ways to do it herself. That was when Genella reached out in disguise and offered to perform the magic on the over-eager girl.
"We met in a cave where she told me to go a few weeks ago, and then she cornered me and revealed who she really was and that her plan was to turn me into a dull human forever to get rid of me,” Kalalaya goes on.
"Why would she tell you?” Sarah asks, eyes wide.
"I'll bet she wanted to see me afraid, rotten scum--"
"Were you afraid?"
“Well, I don't think anyone could be pleased about something like this! But it's over now, and I have my personality back, so it worked out."
“Did it, now?” a high, cruel voice demanded from the side of the garden, making both girls jump. They turn to see a tall, bony figure standing with her hands on her hips. Her wrinkled face is creased in a permanent frown.
"Mrs. Wilson! W-why are you--" Sarah begins.
"Sarah, dear! I asked you to wash the dishes ages ago! Now stop playing in fairyland and show some gratitude for what I've done for you!" Mrs. Wilson snaps, uprooting a sunflower and tossing it aside as she talks.
"Yes m--”
"Wait!" Kalalaya puts her arm out to stop Sarah from standing up.
"Ah, and Kayla--"
Kalalaya growels at this.
“--you never emptied the waste bin, and now I've got to do it myself.” With that, Mrs. Wilson picks up a basket the girls hadn't noticed before and dumps its contents into a patch of petunias.
"You can't just--”
"That's going to hurt my people!”
"Oh, that's right, Kalalaya, was it?"
"How long have you been listening?"
"Long enough to know what I need to know."
"And that means…”
“I know that my fool of a sister is at it again. I'm on her side this time, but of course she can't pull it off! Now I'll need to step in."
"Wait, did you say--”
"Yes, yes, what a shock. Unfortunately, Genella is my sister.”
"But you're a human..."
"Did you honestly think she just made that one mistake? I'm another of her failed experiments. Filthy rat turned me human, can't turn me back."
"Then why are on her side now?" Kalalaya asks, immersed in the story.
"You were this close to breaking her curse with your happiness--" Mrs. Wilson spits this word out, “--and they don't deserve to fly free while I'm stuck here. Getting rid of you was the best bet. Since she couldn't do it, I will," Mrs. Wilson raises her voice on the last two words, making both girls jump. In a quick motion, she has them hovering in the air above the bench. They both shriek at the same time. Kalalaya begins kicking and writhing in the air while Sarah freezes in terror.
"Let us go!" Kalalaya shouts. With a nod of her head, Mrs. Wilson dropps both girls to the ground. Sarah crashes into the corner of the bench and sits panting on the ground. Kalalaya Falls onto a thorny rose bush. "Thanks," she grumbles.
"That was just for fun. Now it's time to finish what my idiot sister started!"
"She's going to take away your passion. Do something!" Sarah whispers urgently.
Kalalaya immediately begins to panic. Palms sweating, she has the feeling like she's suffocating. It's the same way she felt when Genella cursed her the first time. But she made it through that. She can do it again. Before she knows what she's doing, she stands up and realizes that Mrs. Wilson is on the ground breathing hard. "What did I just do?" Kalalaya asks.
"Something,” Sarah breathes.
"Did I... take her powers?"
"Looks like it."
Mrs. Wilson is now pulling herself up, sputtering and swearing. She waves her arms at the girls like mad, but nothing happens.
"Were you too strong for her?"
"I guess."
"I wonder if you could defeat Genella, too. Would that break the curse?"
"It makes sense. Going after the source has to work better than ignoring the problem. I'll just have to figure out how to get to her."
"Are you aware that you're shrinking?"
"Ah! What? Sarah, I think I'm changing back!" Kalalaya is already half as tall as her friend.
"Well, that explains how you'll get to Genella."
"Will I be strong enough to defeat her?"
"Of course. You can handle anything."
"What about Mrs. Wilson?"
"I'll get the police to take care of her."
"And you?”
"I'll be fine, but will I ever see you again?"
"Every time it rains, "Kalalaya promises just as she shrinks so small that Sarah can't see her.
I know what my heart is like;
My heart mirrors the brightest sunflower
Turning upward
To face the sun,
To let the beauty define her
As it fills her up.
I am changed by the beauty around me.
The day Elizabeth's life changed started like any other day. Grabbing her Bible from a bedside shelf along with a flashlight, Elizabeth paused to look at the brown leather cover of her precious Bible. She was proud of the book and it made her feel grown-up, even if it was in the easiest translation available. Elizabeth's dad was constantly reminding her that the words inside the Bible and, more importantly, the God who inspired them were what really mattered, not the pretty outside.
After her Bible reading, Elizabeth went into her closet to get dressed. She sighed rapturously, looking at the long plaid dress with the cute white collar and tiny buttons down the bodice. The pink dress had a simple bonnet with it on the hanger. This was Elizabeth's favorite dress; her Mom had looked at several costume shops and online but eventually she had had to sew the dress herself. It was Elizabeth's eighth birthday present. It was perfect, but she had no idea how her parents knew. Elizabeth hadn't told anyone (not even Rosa, her best friend) about her obsession. They all knew that she was doing well in history, but nobody knew how much she wanted to live in the 1840s. This was a bit of a strange obsession, and of course an
impossible wish, but every chance she got, Elizabeth imagined herself as a pioneer. The reason Elizabeth hadn't told anyone was that she was afraid people would act like she acted about the Bible and judge by the outside, even if it did work out well for the Bible.
With much more of a flat sigh, Elizabeth reached behind the dress to get a denim jacket. She pulled this on over her t-shirt, which was black with a sparkly purple music note outlined with silver studs. Purple leggings completed the look. Rosa had said this outfit was awesome (she had picked it out) but Elizabeth would much rather have worn the 1800s dress.
Elizabeth bounced down the short hall to breakfast and hardly noticed the glances her Mom and Dad kept shooting at each other. They were half-nervous and half-excited glances. Elizabeth wolfed down her toast and ignored what could have been awkward silence. After a few minutes (or an eternity depending on who you ask) Mom said, "Lizzie, could you get your sister up, we have some important news for you two." Elizabeth jumped up to wake her older sister.
"What's so important that I have to wake up early?" Elizabeth's sister grumbled as she stumbled out in her pajamas.
"Vikki, Lizzie, your mother and I have something to tell you. You may not take it well, but this is what will be best for you two,” Dad said. Elizabeth's stomach lurched. She had read a conversation that began similar to this one in a book once, and the outcome was not good. Elizabeth could hardly swallow the toast in her mouth. Palms sweating and mind reeling, Elizabeth expected the worst. What her parents actually said made her laugh a bit. "We're moving out to Warren,” was what Dad said.
Elizabeth was busy being relieved, but Vikki had no such occupation. “Are you kidding!?! Warren?! I won't ever be able to see my friends! Why would you do this?! You're ruining my life!" she cried before jumping up and stomping back to her room. Everything was silent after the passionate outburst, then Dad chuckled.
"Well that woke her up," he said.
Mom swatted at him with a towel and said, “I'd better go talk to her."
As they continued with breakfast, Elizabeth asked Dad, "We're still going to see our friends sometimes, right?"
"Of course! Warrin is right near Kinzoo, that bridge we visited last summer. It isn't too far a drive for friends to visit, it just won't be as convenient as it is now. You'll also make new friends at your new school,” he explained. Elizabeth hadn't even thought about switching schools. She didn't know why, but this idea excited her; at the innermost part of her mind, she felt that she was doing something wrong at her current school. Elizabeth still had more questions. "When are we going to move?" she inquired. "We already know what house we're going to buy, but we scheduled the closing date really far out in mid-July. We probably won't put this house up for sale until that month so we can stay here right up until that closing date," Dad told her.
The worst part was going to be telling Rosa. Elizabeth dreaded this and tried to avoid her friend at school, but at lunch Rosa couldn't be avoided any longer. “Lizzie, is there a problem? You've stayed away from me all day long. Are you mad at me?" Rosa asked right off when Elizabeth sat down at their normal table.
"What? Of course I'm not mad at you! Why would I be? I do have something to tell you, though,” Elizabeth lowered her eyes to stare at her lunch tray at that last phrase.
"Well spit it out already!" Rosa demanded.
“I'm moving. To Warren. We're leaving in about five months," Elizabeth said, preparing herself for some form of emotional outburst from her friend. Rosa looked crushed at first but soon a smile spread across her face.
“Is it April fools day and nobody told me?” she asked.
“Nope, it's still March. I'm really leaving,” Elizabeth said.
"Oh,” Rosa's face fell again, but her smile returned a moment later. "At least we still have five months, and half of that is Summer vacation. Let's have the best five months of our lives, and once you move I'll visit every month, Warren isn't so far away," Rosa said brightly. They started to make plans and soon Rosa's short brown curls were bouncing as she jumped up and down in excitement.
They did have the best five months ever, hanging out together almost every day, going to the lake, camping, fairs, and carnivals, and licking ice cream cones. Then it was time to go. Elizabeth didn't mind leaving the tiny house so much, it was saying goodbye to her friends that made her sad, but not as sad as she had expected to feel. Saying goodbye to Rosa was the worst part, but they agreed to email at least every week and visit each other every month.
Moving was crazy, even if they still owned their old house and didn't have to do it all at once. For a few days some of their furniture and other things were in one house while the rest was in the other, so something as simple as brushing their teeth could become a long search through lots of boxes and eventually a trip to the local store to buy new toothbrushes. The thing is that Dad hadn't wanted to rent a moving truck so he could save money, but really that would have simplified some things, and the gas money amounted to the same price a moving truck would be.
It was August by the time they were settled in and Elizabeth had time to explore. Now she had her own bedroom (helpful for when she woke up before Vikki, which was always) with a bookshelf on one wall, her bed on another along with the door, and her closet and dresser on the third wall. The walls were a sunny yellow and would soon be full of photos of friends and sketches of birds and flowers. On the fourth wall was a beautiful bay window with a view of the backyard, the woods behind it, and the mountain rising up behind the woods. It was her dream room, and Elizabeth could not wait to explore what lay beyond the window.
Elizabeth slowly walked through the woods, paying attention to every beautiful detail. Seeing something shimmer in the mid-morning sunshine, Elizabeth ran towards it, holding up her pioneer dress. She had worn it because she thought nobody would be around to see. Elizabeth must have looked quite silly splashing in the water in her old-fashioned dress, but she was having fun. She was in fact having so much fun that she didn't notice the girl approaching.
"Hello there! You look like you’re having fun!" the girl said.
"Oh! I was just looking for my bracelet. I dropped it,” Elizabeth immediately lied. She looked down, pretending to search, and saw the hem of her costume. Oh no! This was embarrassing. Then her eyes traveled out a bit and she saw a hem much like hers. The girls stared at each other for a moment. Elizabeth stared at the other girl's light blue, flower-speckled dress, white apron, and lacey collar. The dress was slightly loose on the girl's thin frame, also it was a bit wrinkled and had a few dirt stains. The girl had wavy blonde hair in a bun at her neck, which was messy in a pretty way. What was most interesting about this girl was her bright green eyes, which were big and curious.
Meanwhile, those curious eyes were studying Elizabeth. Her dark brown hair was in two loose braids, tied with ribbons, under her bonnet and her face, though startled and confused, was friendly. The soaked skirt of the dress looked very comical.
"Nice dress,” Elizabeth said at last in a quiet voice.
“Yeah, you too," the other girl giggled.
"I'm not really looking for a bracelet,” Elizabeth admitted.
“I didn't think it would make sense to chase it upstream,” the observant girl said. “I’m Emily, what's your name?" she asked.
“My name is Lizzie,” Elisabeth said.
"Is that short for Elizabeth?" Emily asked. Elisabeth nodded. "Why would you shorten it? Elizabeth is such a pretty name,” Emily said.
“Actually, I agree with you, it’s just that it sounds old fashioned and I don't want anyone to think I'm weird,” Elizabeth said, deciding she could probably tell Emily, who had already seen the costume and wore a similar one.
"Why do you care if they think you're weird? You are but in a good way like me. Who cares who knows it,” Emily said.
This turned a light on in Elizabeth's brain. "Ok, I think I can be myself at school, if you help. I'm going into fifth grade this year; do you think we'll be in the same class?" Elizabeth asked.
"No, I'm not going to school here,” Emily said sadly.
"Oh, I thought since you live around here..." Elizabeth began.
"Actually, I don't... anymore, I was just taking one last walk through the woods. I didn't realize you moved in already, " Emily said, trying not to cry.
"Oh, I get it. You used to live in the house my family just bought,” Elizabeth said.
"Sort of..." and then Emily broke into tears.
Once she had stopped her tears, Emily motioned for Elizabeth to follow her deeper into the woods. Presently the girls came to a clearing which was surrounded by a thick circle of pine trees. In the center of the clearing was a quaint wooden cottage. It looked like something out of Little House on the Prairie, but not quite so welcoming. Through the window Elizabeth saw that it was empty. The whole place felt lonely. Emily gripped Elizabeth's hand tightly and tears slowly rolled down her thin cheeks again. “This was your home, wasn't it,” Elizabeth whispered. Emily nodded. “Why are yον leaving?"
Taking a breath, Emily began to explain. "My Dad lost his job last year. The company went bankrupt. At first we stayed at our house while he looked for a job, but then the bank took it because we couldn't pay. Not knowing what to do, Dad turned to a friend who used to live at your house. He said he didn't have the room to shelter us, but he had a lot of money and property, so he built us this cabin. It's small, but we made it home. Everything was great until the owner of that house died and his relatives decided to sell it. Since we were on his property, we had to move, too. I was just coming for one last look before we move to my aunt’s house.”
"Wait, so my family owns this cabin now?" Elizabeth asked. Emily nodded again. "Well then you can stay!"
"What?! Shouldn't you ask your parents?"
"They lecture my sister and I all the time about showing kindness and helping the poor. Of course they'll say yes!"
Emily blushed but she was too excited to be embarrassed for long. "We can be best friends!" she said.
"We'll do everything together!" said Elizabeth.
"Just promise me one thing."
“What?”
"We'll always be ourselves together, even in public."
"Deal,” Elizabeth said with a smile.
From the moment she woke up, Abigail knew that this was not going to be an ordinary day. Then again, was any day ever ordinary? She allowed herself a few more minutes to soak in the warmth of her patterned pink comforter before opening one eye, then the other. She smelled the aroma of lavender that spilled out of the diffuser. She liked how the scent matched the purple curtains. The window shade was closed above the air conditioner and the colorful fairy lights surrounding it were not plugged in, but sunlight still peaked through to light up the room and dance on the off-white walls. The dresser along the right wall held Abigail’s art supplies and a large stack of books on top of it. On that same wall hung all of Abigail’s drawings and in that corner her dolls played. The other side of the room had a tall dresser with a backpack, a camera, and a guitar belonging to Abigail’s sister, who was waking up in the top bunk. Her dance mirror, framed in hundreds of photos, colored the wall and a giant stuffed sloth sat next to it.
Abigail rolled over and took her Bible off of her bedside shelf. She dutifully read a chapter of Luke, underlining several important verses.
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She mentally went through her list of things to do to get ready for the day as she picked out a floral dress and pink capris to wear. Several whiny voices drifted through the door crack from the living room as she dressed.
Oh, did you think this was the story of a perfect girl with a perfect life? Not quite. This is the story of Abby Rater and her crazy but wonderful family. More importantly, this is the story of God’s way of working in their lives.
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As Abby smoothed a brush through her tangled bedhead, she looked over at her sister’s perfect hair. It was dark at the top where the dye had grown out, but everywhere else were waves of a lighter, almost golden, brown. Abby thought bangs looked awful on most people, but Kennedy could make them work. In fact, she could make anything work; everything about her looked perfect.She could be a model if she wanted to. Now look at the contrast between this and Abby’s frizzy mess, which she was now pulling into two tight braids.
Kennedy was bending to kiss Patches, who was napping in her usual spot on Abby’s bed. Kennedy loved cats, sometimes too much, according to all of the scratches on her hands. Macey was a timid little angel. She gave a friendly ‘Brrrroew!’ of greeting whenever she entered a room and she let anyone in the family do anything they wanted to her without so much as swattimg at them. She got scared of new people, though and hid well when visitors came.
Lets just say that Patches had more spunk. Abby liked that Patches had personality, and it likely added to her own bond with the cat. Since the day Patches was found, Abby had been her favorite. Patches made Abby’s bed her own, always there for comfort or cuddle. In return, Abby was often petting and cuddling to show her love. She was, however, careful not to smother like a certain older sister.
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Kennedy threw on a hoodie and saved her extensive outfit styling for after breakfast as she turned on her phone, Abby’s virtual enemy. Kennedy was always staring at that screen texting friends, playing Roblox, watching YouTube, and who knew what else. The one and only good thing about Kennedy’s phone was music. Kennedy seemed to be full of music. She played guitar at church and danced to K-pop songs at home. Abby didn’t understand K-pop whatsoever (what’s the point of music if you can’t understand the words?) and she didn’t like the tunes much, either, but she knew that Kennedy liked it a lot so ultimately (though she would never say so out loud) Abby was glad that her sister had that. After all, her older sister was also her best friend and, when she put the phone down, Kennedy made a great one. The girls did practically everything together and there was nobody Abby liked better to laugh with than Kennedy.
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In the living room ten minutes later, Abby found her four younger siblings. Mason, Maddy, and Benjamin were all watching a YouTube video of someone playing video games on the TV. They may have gotten out of bed earlier than she had, but they hadn’t gotten dressed yet and Abby knew that they hadn’t moved from the couch much.
Judging by the mess of toys, pillows, books, and baby wipes in the room, Gracie had been busy. She sat on the sill of the big triple window holding a bag of chips as big as herself. A smile showed in her dimpled cheeks and scrunched up nose. The morning sunlight came through the window and created a golden halo to surround Gracie’s curls.
“Are we still walking Tucker later?” Abby asked Mason as she shoved pillows and cracker wrappers aside to set a basket of clean laundry down on the long sectional couch.
“Sure,” Mason said happily. He held out his fist for their special handshake.
Tucker was the newest addition to the family, a seven month old hound from the ANNA Shelter. He wasn’t trained at all yet and had a tendency to annoy the rest of the family, but he really was sweet and loving despite it all. Abby and Mason tried to walk him every day to get him out of the house and teach him to behave.
Annie then trotted into the room with her ears perked up. Her tongue hung out of her mouth in what looked like a smile. “Yes, we’ll bring you, too, Annie,” Abby said, bending down to pet their well behaved dog.
“Aww, you’re such a good girl,” Mason cooed, giving Annie one of his signature hugs.
“Kitty kitty kitty!” Gracie squealed as she ran to the dog on her chubby legs.
“Benjamin, want to play Mario stuffed animals in our room?” Maddy was asking.
“Shuw,” Benjamin consented and they scurried off, Maddy humming a tune as she made it up. Maddy was like Kennedy with her love of music, but in several ways she was much more like Abby. She was just as fun and quirky, she said some surprisingly thoughtful things, and somehow they just seemed to come from the same dreamland.
Like Kennedy and Abby, Maddy and Benjamin did nearly everything together and were constantly laughing hysterically about nothing. They were “best buds”. Maddy was the sassy boss and Benjamin the quiet follower. He was very quiet when he wasn’t crying. He did cry somewhat often, but that was the price of his sweet, sensitive heart. It was well worth it.
Abby was folding (and wishing she could fit into) Maddy’s unicorn shirt when Mom and Dad came in from the back deck. Dad was discussing a trucking job that he had applied for. This job had better hours than he was currently working at FedEx so he could provide for the family and have time to see them, which was what he cared about most in life. Mom was listening to him -- she was great at listening -- while putting bread in the toaster, holding Tucker on his leash, and helping Abby with the laundry. It may have been summer vacation and a Saturday no less, but the parents were still working hard and making it look easy.
“I’m sorry, do you need help with anything?” Dad asked Mom as she brought a stack of plates to the table.
“I think I’ve got it,” Mom said with a certain brightness in her tone that matched her smile.
“Let me help you, woman!” Dad exclaimed loudly in his pretend old man voice. The kids all giggled and Dad continued. “Back in my day you accepted some darned help!” The children continued to laugh as they gathered around the scuffed, cluttered, happy kitchen table and Dad continued to tease in his funny voice.
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After breakfast Abby grabbed one of her many notebooks and dashed outside. She climbed up her favorite tree and fondly looked around her. The mossy yard was full of trees, a trampoline, a kitty pool, and several other toys. The paint was still peeling on the deck and the house was far from a mansion but it was cozy and it was home. What Abby loved most about her home city, Harborcreek, was that no matter which way she looked, if she strained her eyes far enough, they would eventually fall on woods. She didn’t have to strain her eyes much to the left, for there was her own little wood that stepped into the yard.
Out on the water, I'm with her there.
High speed plays with our hair.
In silly selfies you can't deny
The twinkle in our eye.
We laugh and smile in the sunset.
Summer isn't quite done yet;
There's still just a splash more fun,
Going red out in the sun.
On our way back, a moonlit ride,
Still my best friend's by my side.
The silken water ripples softly.
Let loving peace wash over me.
Oh, how great to have a friend!
Our whispered giggles have no end.
Splash!
He hops into the pond.
The silk water ripples.
The pink flowers laugh
At the tickle of the waves.
They are beautiful and pleasant,
Yes, this is true--
And so very sweet, but oh so still.
The frog is what jumps.
He hops for happiness.
His little jump of pure joy,
It affects the whole pond.
Soon all is up and active,
Laughing and singing,
All because of one tiny frog
And his beautiful little bounce.
If only I had wings,
I'd strain to reach
The top of the box;
The edge of the world,
Where the stars are all stuck
To the dark, cold ceiling.
I'd chase all the fireflies
As high as they tease me from,
Just to feel their warm glow
In the palm of my hand
Before letting go.
I go out for a swing
On one warm summer night
And pump myself so high
I think I may start to fly!
I breathe in the nighttime air,
Feel the wind
Kiss my cheek
And toss my hair,
And smile up at the sky
To get lost in the stars.
At any moment this rope may snap,
And when it does,
Watch me sprout great wings,
Large as my imagination,
And fly away
To my home in the stars
Where all is safe.
I'll bid goodbye to the ground,
Hello to the moon,
Such a jolly father he is. mother he is.
I’ll greet my siblings, the stars,
Sparkling and laughing with them.
I’ll glimpse my mother, sun,
Hard at work on the other side,
And wave hello..
I will continue to swim
Through the loving atmosphere;
Straining to reach the top,
Always just a few strokes away,
Never quite reaching it,
But still enjoying the journey,
Until I'll snap awake and realize:
I didn't travel to the sky,
I was already there.
Boredom.
I long to go someplace new.
Boredom.
And do exciting things, too.
Boredom.
A far off place I wish to roam.
Boredom.
But we are only staying home.
Home.
The place I am every day.
Home.
Where all my siblings run and play.
Home.
Of the love I am quite sure.
Home.
Here I can find adventure.
Adventure.
Always something new to find.
Adventure.
Be it real or in my mind.
Adventure.
Imagination and much more!
Adventure.
Now I know it's time to explore.
Explore.
I find the meaning in each wall.
Explore.
Now what will I see down the hall?
Explore.
I greet the magic at each bend.
Explore.
Really, the fun knows no end!
The drizzle turned to rain.
The rain began to pour,
Cooling the humid air
And creating countless opportunities.
We rush outside
And smell the fresh air.
We run around
With no destination,
Simply splashing in laps
Of joy.
We dance in the rain,
Turning our faces to the sky,
Happy
To be alive.
Thunder chases us inside.
Two by two we go,
Slipping and laughing happily.
It's the perfect time,
It seems to me,
To dive into a different realm
By cracking open a novel.
And then the storm passes
And the sun shines again.
The smooth, full puddles
Are the mirrors where
The beautiful sky checks her reflection
And the good natured trees.
Inspect their burly curls.
The creek now flows better than ever,
Like a stream of liquid life,
Carrying every every hope.
Every dream,
All the smiles,
All the laughter,
And everything else
In her sparkling current.
The reeds and leaves crowd close.
Every lovely glimmer of water
That falls upon their graceful forms
Is illuminated
In the sunshine.
What a wonderful day
The Lord has made!
A perfect time
To feel Christ's love.
Some think that rainy days
Symbolize terrible things,
But I find
So many blessings.
Sunlight filters through the leaves,
Each with its face turned up
To meet the sunshine
And glow.
Against the pale blue sky,
Their joyful light and life
Fills my eyes
With color.
The stripes of bark and foliage
Extend as far as I can see,
Concealing magical adventures
All the way.
I long to swim
Through the shining sea
Of delicate ferns
To uncover
Those adventures.
I see a mess of long lost trees
Which look to have been cleanly chopped
Many years ago.
I wonder who has done it.
The thought is so vivid,
I can almost see their cabin
Beyond the trees.
Back in real life,
In the present day,
I feel a firm log beneath me
And soft leaves
Gently tickling my thigh.
I have stopped jumping
At the loose hairs
Blowing against my shoulders.
They don't feel like spiderwebs
Anymore
Because parinoía
Is gone.
A queen bee's buzz
Doesn't startle me,
But instead blends
With the incredible chorus.
Of birdcall
And the unusually quiet hum
Of my rambunctious sister's voice.
The stench of bug spray
Doesn't bother me.
It is muted
By the fresh, tangy smell
Of greenery.
It even adds
A sort of summer-like
Sweetness.
In the hollow
Of our own imagination.
Writing, drawing, dreaming
With my sister by my side.
Both with notebooks in our laps,
Happy to have each other.
To understand
The other's thoughts,
To enjoy
The other's hobbies.
To adventure
Together,
But to still be unique.
Being our own people,
Doing the same things
But each in our own way
In the hollow.
Shopping with my teenage sister.
Picking out fun clothes with her.
Eat our fast food in the car
While rain pours down so hard.
Come home to go back out.
To splash in the puddles with no pout.
To bounce on the trampoline
Because more fun we've never seen.
Then she wants to go back in.
"Can we play a board game, then?"
But no, she doesn't want to play.
She hasn't had her phone all day.
And now it's all she wants to do,
Abandoning everything, including me, too.
It's always like that and it's alright
For her to text all day and night.
But today is different,
Today she did some things with me
And now I see an opportunity.
We have started and I don't want to stop.
I want to end the day perfectly like a cherry on top.
We hike through the woods,
Down towards the creek,
Paying no mind to mud.
Adventures we seek.
And there it is running
So clear and so cool,
So thick and so fast.
It encases rocks, trees, and logs.
The sound of its flowing,
Like a breath of fresh air,
Sends tingles up and down
As it relaxes my body.
We think of water as blue,
But look a little closer
To see the real colors.
The clear water shows
The dark mud below
And reflects white and blue light
From the sun and the sky
On the surface.
All you must do is
Look a little closer.
Oh, the wonders God has made!
He is so incredibly amazing!
“That's everything you'll need, and the instructions are right here. Tell me if you need anything, Ok," Dad said. Amy was looking for a hobby and Dad was a builder. Maybe building could be Amy's hobby. He wanted Amy to try building by herself to see if she was really good at it.
Amy picked up the instruction packet. It said "How to Build a Swing: an easy step-by-step project for kids," on the front in big letters.
Amy nailed together all the parts and tied the ropes after Dad drilled the holes. Amy hung the swing while Dad held the ladder. Now it was time to test it out.
Amy felt the wind in her hair and the way it gently resisted her legs as she kicked back for more speed. She felt amazing. The swing seemed to be working perfectly, or maybe not.
Suddenly Amy was flying farther, much farther, than she should have been. She was still sitting on the seat of the swing. . . but the ropes had come untied at the highest point! Amy braced herself for the impact. Her stomach fluttered in anticipation of the fall, and then something changed.
Amy was still swinging. She was as high as when she was about to fall, but she came gently back down, and up again, and down. As the swing slowed to a stop, Amy looked at her surroundings. The swing looked very different; the seat, now carved and twisted, hung from the tree on two long, deep green vines. Leaves and bright pink flowers of all sizes grew on them. Nearby Amy saw a huge deer gracefully bend down to take a drink in the lake, which sparkled in the pale sunshine. All was peaceful. Amy wasn't the least bit afraid of the large animal. The ground was all mossy hills and valleys. Trees were growing all around and big butterflies were everywhere.
''Excuse me, Mr. Deer, could you please come over here and tell me what in the world is going on?'' Amy asked. The child knew that animals do not normally talk, but she asked the question and was not at all surprised when the deer answered.
''I cannot come over, I am sorry to say. Deer are not allowed in the fairy kingdom, we may accidentally hurt someone. It is a shame, though, I've always wanted to try some of the fairies' cake,'' he said.
''Fairies? Am I a fairy now? Is that why you look so big?'' Amy wondered.
''Certainly, you came here to find a hobby and even though you don't have wings, there are many fairies who will help you as if you are one,'' the deer explained. Amy was amazed.
So the fairies helped Amy find a hobby. At first it didn't go well.
''I'm sorry I spilled your paint, Andy, I'll help you clean it up,'' Amy apologized to the art fairy.
Andy laughed and her smile sparkled just as much as her magical wings. "At least you got just the purple shade I needed, but it shouldn't be in the sky! Don't worry, I can fix it," she said. They were painting in a meadow full of flowers in all shades of purple.
''Maybe cleaning is your hobby, you could balance out your clumsiness,'' Cassie, the craft fairy, joked after Amy made another mess. The shelves lining the craft room were covered in pink slime and even Cassie's bouncy curls had glue in them.
''Wow, am I bad at singing, but at least I don't have to clean anything up this time, unless I shattered one of those big windows,'' Amy laughed to Mira, the music fairy.
"You didn't. Don't worry, I know you'll find your hobby soon," Mira said. Her big blue eyes told the truth.
Finally, Amy tried baking with a fairy named Brittany. ''OK, let's make fairy cake,'' Brittany said, ''It's sweeter than you are!'' When Brittany smiled, dimples appeared on her chocolate-colored cheeks. The tidy kitchen had everything imaginable to use for baking organized nicely. Three flower spills and a dozen broken eggs later, it wasn't looking nearly as neat.
''I'm sorry I made such a mess, I was distracted by an idea: why don't just a few fairies fly treats over to the animals. I'm sure the animals won't accidentally hurt them if there's only a few,'' Amy explained.
''What a great idea!'' Brittany said. ''Let's get started right away!''
Soon the whole kingdom was abuzz with plans for the animals. A party was planned so that all the fairies could get together to cook food big enough.
''I see you've found your hobby, little one,'' said Opal, an elderly fairy whose wrinkled face was framed in long snow white hair.
''What do you mean?''
"Well, you enjoy helping animals, and you're wonderful at it,'' Opal explained, ''It's not just animals either, look how excited everyone is because of you. A real talent you have.'' Suddenly Amy understood.
''Oh thank you! You all helped me find my hobby, and it even helps others!'' she cried.
''In Mark 9:35, Jesus says, 'Whoever wants to be first must take last place and be the servant of everyone else.' That means that if you are humble and make it your ability, or hobby, to serve others, you will become great,'' Opal said.
Amy beamed as she surveyed the scene around her. "It works fast," she said, "This is already pretty great!"
"Come on Eric, hurry up! We need to get to the airport so we can see Shaline!!!" Steffeny hollered up the stairs as she grabbed her suitcase and her pillow from the landing.
“Geez Stef, I'm coming," Eric emerged from his bedroom wearing pajama pants and an old sloppy T-shirt.
"Go hurry up and change, we need to look trés magnifique when we get to Pari," Steffeny said, smoothing down her light pink quilt material tank top dress. She wore a short shawl of the same material. The look was completed with a black belt studded with fake jewels.
"You do know that we probably won't land in ‘paree' until it is midnight there," Eric said as he patted his little sister on the head, causing her pink beret to slide further to the side of her head.
“Still gotta look great for the plane ride!" Steffany said cheerfully as she grabbed all her things and skipped out to the car. She was too excited to argue with Eric. This was going to be the adventure of a lifetime!
“Eric! Steffy! Get ready to leave in the next five minutes!” their mom called from the car. ‘I hope this adventure will give me some good ideas to publish
in Girl World,' Steffeny thought as she ran to the car and threw her stuff in the trunk. ‘Here we go!’ As she buckled her seatbelt she wondered what adventures lie ahead.
Steffeny woke up to a gentle tap on her shoulder.
“Time to wake up sleepyhead!" her mom said, "We're in Paris!" Steffeny sat bolt upright, sending a notebook and pencil sailing onto the floor. Oops, hurriedly she picked up her things.
"Mom do you know where my phone went?" Steffeny asked as she ruffled through her bag.
"I have it in my bag charging. You took some cool pictures by the way," her mom said.
"Thanks, too bad the height made me so dizzy I couldn't take any more pictures," Steffeny said.
“At least you got some, now let's wake up those boys and start our adventure!" her mom said. "Already on it, WAKE UP ERIC!" Steffeny hollered as she jumped on Eric's legs and pulled away his blanket.
“Alright, alright, I'm awake!" Eric laughed.
“Kids, we are still on a plane!" their mom scolded.
"Sorry Mom," they both said at the same time. Soon their dad was awakened and they headed off. Two hours later the four of them were riding through the heart of France in a taxi. "Mom! I think I see the Eiffel Tower!" Steffany shouted.
"Oh look there it is!" Mom said.
"Wow," said Dad.
"Cool!" said Eric. They all stared at the beautiful structure for a long time, speechless.
“It's like one of those aesthetic pictures you see on the internet but in real life!" Steffeny finally exclaimed.
“Oh shoot, I left my phone in my bag in the trunk,” Eric said.
"Dang, so did I,” Steffeny said.
“Mine's dead." Dad said.
“I don't have a very good angle from up here but don't worry, we have a tour of the city tomorrow by Shaline so we can get lots of pictures then.
“Yeah!” Dad exclaimed.
“Woo-hoo!” Steffeny cried.
“Awesome!” Eric shouted.
"Mom, Dad, wake up, is that the hotel?" Eric asked, nudging his parents awake.
"Oh my gosh I think that's it!” Steffeny squealed. It was very late so they loaded their luggage into their master suit and then crashed down in the beds. The next morning everybody woke up at 1:30pm Paris time. Except Steffeny, she woke up at 10:20am Paris time and finished writing in her diary. Once that was finished she pulled out a purple notebook and began a story about a girl who traveled to Paris all alone, hoping to become an architect by studying the Eiffel Tower. Steffeny paused, biting the eraser nub of her pencil. “It was as if the whole world stopped for a moment as Linda stared up at the amazing structure. It shot straight up into the black sky. Lights flickered on top of the tower, probably tourists. A loud ‘honk!’ sent the girl back to reality. Linda turned around and froze as she saw a navy blue SUV headed straight towards her!" Steffeny stopped and examined her work with satisfaction. "Steffeny! Come have some lunch!" she heard her Dad call.
“Coming!" Steffeny replied as she set her notebook on her bedside table.
"Is Shaline up yet? Please say she is!" Stelleny asked as she skipped into the large suite's kitchen.
"Right here waiting for you little sis,” Shaline said from somewhere behind Steffeny. She whirled around and was caught up in a huge hug from her sister.
“I missed you so much!” she said, trying not to cry.
“I missed you, too, but I'm glad you got to come here. You are going to love it,” Shaline replied.
“Excuse me, hello, it's just me, you know, the big brother you haven't seen in a month,” Eric said.
“Eric!” Shaline cried. Once the hug fest was done the family decided to rent a car and drive to a café for lunch. Shaline said she knew a great one in the heart of Paris so she whispered something to Mom and directed her where to drive. Soon they arrived at the Eiffel Tower. Later Steffeny wrote in her diary, “I was so excited when we pulled up in front of the Eiffel Tower. It looked even more amazing from up close. The tower rose high above me and the rest of the city. Being there made me feel like I could do anything. Then about six strangers bumped into me as they passed. I was sucked back to reality and as I looked around I saw just how many people there were, hundreds and thousands. Oh boy, I am super duper shy. We had to park a few blocks away and getting there was like trying to get through the crowd at a firework show times a million. I was getting very anxious and then I looked up at the tower and calmed a little. We finally got through the crowds of tourists and entered into the Eiffel Tower. It was very loud inside but once we got to the table that Shaline reserved for us it was ok. The food was SO GOOD! I don't remember what it was called but something delightfully French. We got macaroons for dessert and if Paris had a taste that is what it would be. Dad was a little uneasy about going to the top of the tower but we convinced him. I couldn't enjoy it though! All the people everywhere and all the noise made me want to curl up in a ball somewhere and hide. The view was breathtaking. I took some good pictures. We stopped in the gift shop and then there was the long walk back to the car. They all wanted to see the lovelock bridge but I begged Mom to drop me off at the hotel first. It took a lot of whining, but eventually she gave in. So that's where I am now. Alone in our hotel. Waiting for my family to get back from the fun they are having without me. All because I am too shy. So much for a fun vacation. I would have been better off staying home, then I could at least go outside.”
"What boring stuff have you been up to while we had fun?" Eric asked Steffeny.
“I wrote in my diary and then I worked on my story for Girl World," she told him.
“What's Girl World?" Eric wanted to know.
"Girl World is a company that makes dolls, books, and magazines, right now they are holding a contest for young girls like me. The winner gets their original story published in the magazine and the basic plot and character ideas for their next Star Girl doll and story." Steffany explained.
“And a star girl is?” Eric asked.
"Oh right, every year they come out with a new star girl. It's basically the newest character whose story is set in the present time so on January 1st a new star girl will be released for 2039,” she explained.
“Gacha, that is all very weird but I hope your story does well,” Eric said.
“Thanks, I think,"Steffeny said.
"Any time lil sis."
"I'm starving! What do you guys say we stop at a café for dinner, I have a few up my sleeve. Or we could go to the park and have a picnic, oh! there is this patisary that you guys just have to see! It is sooo good! Or we could stop at le boulanger for croissants, what do you guys think?" Shaline was talking a mile a minute, she had been in the city longer than the rest of the family and took her role as tour guide very seriously.
“Um, I think we should just eat here, I mean, café food must be so unhealthy. Mom, I know you really care about our diets and stuff," Steffeny said, proud of herself for coming up with such a good excuse.
"Actually food laws here are much more strict than they are in the USA so we would really be better off going to a café than eating what we brought from home," Shaline told them.
“Plus we’re on vacation, I don't mind breaking a few household rules just this once," Mom said.
Dang it! “Well, um, doesn't Shaline have to rest up before the Olympics, isn't that why you aren't training this week?" Steffeny said, thinking fast.
“I'm fine, nothing more relaxing than dinner with my family." Shaline said, grabbing her purse.
“But, but um, well," Steffeny stammered.
“Steffeny what’s going on? You were so excited to come to Paris, don't you want to actually experience it?" Mom asked in concern.
“No I don't, not anymore, but everything is fine!" Steffeny said fiercely, willing herself not to cry.
“Everything is not fine sweetie, what's wrong?" Dad asked.
“If I tell you, you will think that I'm a greedy, selfish, ungrateful jerk, because I am," she said, letting just one tear slip down.
“You are not any of those things and you know it, just tell us what's wrong, maybe we can help," Shaline said.
"Fine," Steffeny said.
“...Then I poured it all out. How scary and stressful it was to see so many people everywhere and how nervous I got. I told them how ungrateful I feel because every girl wants to go to Paris and I'm here but I just want to go home. I told them how disappointed I am. Paris not what I thought it would be. The more I talked about it, the more I just wanted to go home. When I finished telling all my problems Mom gave me a hug.
"Oh sweetie, l know how it feels. When I about your age I went to New York city and I had the same problem,” she told me.
"What did you do about it?" I asked.
“Nothing, I was miserable for the whole trip and when we got home I was disappointed that I had wasted such a cool adventure," Mom said.
"If you really don't like the city, fine, but don't let shyness or fear stop you from having fun,” Dad added.
"Oh, I love the city!" I exclaimed.
"The Eiffel Tower is amazing, everything is beautiful, and the food is like a bite of heaven, but I can't enjoy that," I said sadly.
"Why not? What are all those people doing to stop you? Nothing. Just ask yourself what you have to lose," Shaline encouraged.
“I get what you guys are saying but I still just don't know how to stop being so shy," I said in frustration.
"I know,” Eric said. I was surprised he had spoken up, my brother tries to stay as far away from feelings as much as possible. “If every one of those people out there was either a friend or a relative, would you still be scared or shy?” he asked me. No, I would not. "Ok well just imagine that everyone here is a friend. It's a nice place, if you knew them I bet they would be your friends. Here you can be as crazy as you want, nobody will judge you,” Eric went on. Wow, well said.
"I guess I'll give it a try, is that patisserie still open?" I asked Shaline.
"Yup, they close at nine,” she replied. So we had baked treats for dinner that were apparently healthier than a USA burger. When I looked around I noticed that every single person was laughing, smiling, and joking around with somebody else. All except one girl, a little younger than me. Before I knew what I was doing I walked to her and asked what was wrong. She muttered something in another language.We tried to communicate for a minute but it was hopeless. I pulled up a translation app on my phone and pieced together that she had been separated from her parents in the crowd. She showed me a picture of them. The girl and her mother looked similar with light brown skin and golden brown hair pulled back into braids. The girl's father had darker skin and hair with a mustache. All three of them had beautiful blue eyes. We asked a few people and then I spotted them near the far corner. I pointed them out and the girl ran to reunite with her parents. Then she turned and pointed at me. I waved at them and then went to find my family. They were all very surprised and proud of me. Honestly I was pretty proud of myself. I guess that was the end of my people phobia. I can't wait to find out what other adventures are headed my way now that I can enjoy them. Let's see!”
Steffeny closed her diary with satisfaction. ‘Now that is a good story,’ she thought. That gave Steffeny an idea for her Girl World story. She smiled. ‘Dreams really do come true in Paris,’ she thought, Shaline’s dream of being in the Olympics, her dream of becoming an author, and so many more! That just gave Steffeny another idea!
Sitting at a table in the Eiffel Tower café, Steffeny looked over the beautiful landscape below. Then she looked at her computer screen. Steffeny quickly scrolled through her story one last time to make sure everything was just right. She had written a brief summary of the story that she hoped would be on the back of the book.
It read: “Annabella loves the Ukulele. She also loves singing. Annabella's twin sister Izzy is a poet and she loves to write songs for her twin. Annabella, unlike her sister, is dreaming big and trying to make it reality. When her parents surprise her with a trip to Paris for her birthday Annabella sees her chance. Izzy isn't so sure about all of this yet. So, two sisters, different talents, dreams, worries, and the trip of a lifetime. How do you think it will all shake down?”
Taking a deep breath, Steffeny closed her eyes and hit submit. ‘Yup, this is real,’ she told herself.
Steffeny scrolled down to read entries by other girls her age. She wondered what had inspired their stories. “Tink, tink, tink," Steffeny checked her phone to see who had texted her. It was Shaline, she said, “We’re just leaving the grocery store, Mom wants to meet you in the parking lot in 5 so we can get to the Olympics early, can't wait!”
Steffeny quickly typed back, “Ok, can't wait to see you crush it!”
"Ma, where did you put the oven mitts? I can not find them in their usual drawer," Mary asked, looking uneasily at the pan of cornbread on the stove that would soon burn.
"I believe they are in that box on your Pa's chair,” Ma said.
‘Why on earth would over mitts be there?’ Mary wanted to ask. Instead she went to get the mitts. Mary had noticed strange things like this happening a lot lately. She was worried about Ma, and Pa too.
“I reckon there is no nine-year-old happier than me on this side of the Mississippi!" Mary's twin Carrie exclaimed as she burst through the front door. Carrie was covered from head to toe in dirt and leaves, her bonnet had fallen down and she had sunburn and lots of freckles on her nose. Carrie’s condition looked even more messy when compared to her sister’s. Mary was very clean, her dress was white with a pink rose bud pattern and it looked good as new (Carrie wore the same dress but it was more brown than white). Mary's bonnet sat primly atop her hair which was pulled back into two neat braids, completed with rosebud hair ribbons.
"Eeeek,” Mary shrieked, “Don't touch me or my stuff while covered in that muck!” she ordered.
“Alright I won't but I don't expect me not to get filthy again, I darn love those woods! I ain't never gonna leave ‘em!" Carrie said.
"Please remember to speak politely and use proper grammar,” Ma said quietly, her eyes on the ground.
“What's the matter, Ma," Carrie asked flat out.
"Don't be rude, Carrie," Mary said, though she was curious herself.
“No, I suppose I should tell you girls sometime,” Ma said.
“Tell us what?" the girls asked in unison, Mary forgetting her manners.
"Well... we're moving,” Ma said after a long pause.
“What!?" Carrie cried.
“Why?!" Mary asked.
"Have you girls seen all the flyers going about for the Oregon Trail?” Ma asked. The twins just stared at their mother dumbly. "Well it is a group of covered wagons headed for Oregon. Your Pa has been losing a lot of money lately due to a few ruffians in town so we decided that this is the best choice to make sure we can support you girls and keep you safe," Ma explained.
Mary started crying. Even though Carrie's eyes were also starting to fill with tears she was still the stronger, braver twin. She put her arm around Mary and said, "Well we can at least make use of the time we have left at this house."
"That's the spirit, we don't have to leave for another month, I should have known that my Carrie would find a way to look on the bright side,” Ma said, giving both girls a big hug.
That month was wonderful, the most fun that was ever had at the Rightworth cabin. After chores the days were filled with swimming in the pond for Carrie, reading and working in the garden for Mary, and picnics for all. Then the horrid day came. The day that the twins had been dreading all month. The day they would leave the only house they had ever lived in. They would be leaving all their friends and family, never to return again.
The day they left was clear and cool. The family drove their wagon into town to meet the rest of the train. Goodbyes had been said, tears had been shed, and now it was time to start the beginning of the rest of their lives. It was 5:00 AM on September 8,1844, a date that would stand in the Rightworth family history for centuries to come. The twins would have liked to crawl back into bed, or at least to hide out in the wagon for the rest of the day. It's not like they weren't used to getting up so early, they did almost every day, but they had cried most of the previous night and were in no walking mood. With the wagon fully packed there was no room for the girls to sit. For the next two hours they walked and walked AND WALKED. Finally it was time to break for breakfast.
Their progress was surprisingly slow so they were now on the outskirts of town. Mary and Carrie scarfed down their oatmeal very quickly and spent the rest of the time exploring around the other wagons. As they were walking by one of the other wagons they saw a girl sitting by one of the big wheels. Mary thought that the girl looked much older, maybe 14 or 15. She quietly kept walking out of respect and shyness. Carrie noticed that the girl held a book and was contently sketching a nearby flower. “Hello!" Carrie said, "I'm Carrie and this is Mary, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Um, hi, I'm Eliza," the girl said quietly.
“That's nice, what are you doing?" Carrie demanded again.
"Oh me, I'm just drawing. I promised my Ma that I would write to her about everything but words can't describe this beauty. I vowed to myself to sketch all the scenery and send it to Ma with my letters,” Eliza said.
"Why isn't your Ma coming with you?" Carrie asked bluntly.
“She can't, she is pregnant. My Pa is staying back with her, my uncle brought my little sister and I here with him. If all goes well Ma and Pa will come in about a year.” Eliza's eyes filled with tears but she tried to hide it.
“How terrible for you,” Mary said sympathetically, "Why did they send you ahead?" Carrie asked.
“They said it was to keep me safe but I think they just wanted to get rid of me for a while,” Eliza said miserably.
“You know that isn't true! I just met you but I think you are a very delightful person. I’m sure nobody would ever want to be rid of you,” Mary said soothingly.
“I'm sorry if I made you sad," Carrie said.
"It's fine, I needed a good talk, and some friends,” Eliza said.
"Maybe this trip won't be so bad after all," Mary said.
“Want to come walk with us?" Carrie asked.
"More walking!" all three groaned, then burst into laughter
The lessons in this story? The twins learned that however bad it seemed, they were lucky to have what they had. They also learned that friendship makes things better.
"Here's the mail, Mom, what's in this golden envelope?" Mason asked as he walked into the kitchen with a pile of bills, letters, newspapers, and yes, one golden envelope.
"What's that?” Maddy asked, even though her brother just asked the same question.
“It's an envelope, duh," Abby joked as she walked by then, "Woa! Is it heavy?"
Mason weighed it against the other mail, "No, not really, it really isn't that heavy. I mean..." His answer took a long time considering he is eight years old and likes to repeat himself.
"Cool!" Benjamin said, though he hardly knew what was going on.
"Mo-o-om!" Maddy called in her whiny six-year-old voice.
"What?" Mom asked, coming out of the laundry room with an overflowing basket of laundry in her hands.
"Do you know what's in this golden envelope?" Abby asked.
"No, I don't think it's a bill, it's probably just a really fancy ad,” Mom answered.
“It's addressed to our whole family," Abby said.
“So can I open it?" Mason asked.
"I wanne open it!" Maddy whined.
"Let me open it!" four-year-old Benjamin said, just wanting to be in on the argument.
"Mason asked first, he can open it, tell me what it is,” Mom said as she began to fold the laundry.
"Try not to rip it, I'll keep the paper for a craft if nobody else has a use for it," Abby said. She didn't have to ask him, he was cutting the gold paper as if it were real gold. A typed letter was pulled out of the envelope. Mason tried reading it but could hardly make out what it said. Abby took the letter and began to silently read.
“What does it say?" all three of the little kids asked at the same time. "Uuuum, ‘I am very sad to inform you that Henry Rupert Billowerd has passed away. I am his son, your long lost cousin and/or second cousin, Rupert Billoward. Henry was quite wealthy and wished to give $1,000,000,000 to every family related to himn, closely or not so what you must do is…’ then there's a bunch of legal stuff I don't understand,” Abby said when she finished reading.
“Wait, what?” Maddy asked.
“It says that apparently our super rich long lost uncle died and we inherited a boat load of money! "Abby said, it didn't matter much to her because she figured Mom and Dad would just put it into savings in case they ever needed it. Benjamin didn't really care because he didn't really understand the concept of money. Mason, on the other hand, was crazy with excitement, he was already picturing himself sitting on a pile of lego sets as big as the house. He was also jumping up and down and flapping his hands like a clumsy bird that forgot how to fly. Maddy was dancing around the house and thinking of all the different toys she would get on every trip to Walmart. Of course she would forget about the toys the day after she got them but that was a minor detail.
"What are you doing?" Kennedy asked as she walked in with Graclie in one arm and her kindle in the opposite hand. Nobody could tell if she was annoyed or jokeing, at age fourteen, she was usually annoyed.
"We won a bunch of money and I'm gonna get a tower of lego sets!” Mason shouted.
“I didn't hear anything about lego sets but yeah Mom and Dad inherited $1,000,000,” Abby said. "Wow!" said Kennedy.
"Aaaa!" screamed nine-month-old Gracie.
"Calm down! "Mom told everyone, “When Dad gets home from work I'll talk to him so we can decide what to do with the money.
"Do we get any of the money?" Mason arked at lunch the next day. Mom and Dad looked at each other in a weird way. “Wha?"
“We were thinking about giving each of you a little bit of it to teach you about handling money,” Dad said.
"Really? Yay! How much?" all the kids started talking at the same time.
"Probably just $100 each, we'll save the rest." Mom said.
"One hundred dollars!!!" most of the kids shouted at once.
“Can we go on vacation next Summer?" Abby asked.
"Maybe," Mom said, this produced more cheers from all the kids. The following week the busy family set off to claim the money. They were shocked to see a set of fire trucks, lights on, their hoses going into the bank. Smoke was billowing out of the windows. Not knowing anything about the situation, Mom and Dad figured it would be a good idea to come back a different time. On his way home from work a few days later, Dad drove by and saw that nothing seemed wrong at the bank so he stopped in.
"May I ask about that fire last Saturday," Dad said.
"Oh yes, that, we're not sure what started it but it began in the room where the bills are kept in the box for the Rater family," the worker said.
"Oh no! I'm Mark Rater, I assume you have all of it digitally somewhere though, right?" Dad said.
“Yes we were able to recover your money earlier today, would you like to take some out sir?" the worker asked.
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind," Dad said.
"How much?" the worker asked.
"$500 please," Dad requested.
“Right away sir," and then he left to retrieve the money.
“I’m gonna get a lego set, and a stuffed animal, and a nerf gun, and..."
"Mason, you don't have enough money for all of that, and don't you want to save some?" said Kennedy, annoyed.
“How do you know I won't have enough money?" Mason asked, now he was also annoyed. Kennedy made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a groan. Then the two were off bickering for the rest of the drive to Walmart, so a whole two minutes. As it turns out he did not have enough money and ended up spending all of it on one huge lego set. Maddy took a long time to choose, then she bragged about having $50 left over from the baby doll and clothes for a different doll that she got. Benjamin went nuts and wanted to buy the whole store, since he couldn’t do that, he finally got some Paw Patrol cars and a Spider Man car. At that point Mom and Dad are both thinking, ‘This was a terrible idea!’ Kennedy and Abby decided to save their money so finally the parade of people and toys left.
When Mom and the kids returned to Walmart to get groceries, it was a mad house outside. As it turns out, the day after the Raters went shopping a burglar came in the night and stole all the money in the cash register as well as expensive electronics and... toys? Mom decided they would just shop at Aldi’s for a few weeks. After unloading the groceries from the car, Mom sent the three oldest kids to get the garbage cans from the end of the driveway. As Mason was picking up one of the cans, he felt something stuck to it. "Wait, what's this?" he asked, holding up an old-looking brownish yellow paper.
“It's a note, here, lemme see that, it says 'How have you not figured this out by now? With that money you also inherited a curse. Bad things will keep happening wherever you put the money or spend it. The only way to reverse this curse is to bury all the money and mark where it is so nobody steps on it. If anyone steps where the money is buried, they will die!’" Kennedy read, her eyes getting wider and wider.
“Yikes, creepy!" Mason said running to the back with the garbage can.
"It's like a Nancy Drew mystery! Let's try to solve it,” Abby said, almost forgetting how creepy it was.
"Maybe after we tell Mom and Dad,” Kennedy said. "Mom, Mason found this on one of the garbage cans, it's really creepy," Kennedy said five minutes later.
"Wow! that is creepy!" Mom said. She knew it wasn't a joke, at least not by her kids by the serious looks on their faces.
"What should we do about it?" Abby asked, “Can we solve the mystery?”
Mom thought for a minute. “Curses aren't real, so either someone who is superstitious left it to be nice, or some kid left it as a prank, either way, how did they know about the money or our address?" Mom asked, more to herself than the girls.
"Maybe it was a criminal, bad things did happen where we left the money. Maybe someone is spying on us and making those things happen!” Abby exclaimed.
"I'll talk to Dad when he gets home from work and we'll try to figure out what to do," Mom said.
“So, about that note,” Kennedy said, jumping into Abby’s bed that night.
“So weird,” Abby said. “If it is a criminal, we need to catch him, let’s find suspects.” The girls thought for a moment.
“How do we do that?” Kennedy asked.
“Not a clue,” Abby said.
“Hmmmmm…” the girls thought some more. “Why would anybody want to do that?” Kennedy asked.
“Good question, maybe we should start with that,” Abby said, grabbing a notebook. She flipped to an empty page and wrote "Motives" in bold letters at the top with a green pan. After about a half hour they hadn't come up with anything and were very off subject talking about nail polish. "Night guys," Meson said, as he was walking past their bedroom.
“Night," Kennedy said, rolling her eyes.
"Wait, Mason, can you help us for a sec?" Abby asked,ignoring Kennady's eye roll.
"Sure, since Maddy won't let me sleep anyway," he said angrily "Great, so you know that note you found on the gachage can, we're trying to figure out who left it and I think I might have an idea." Abby said.
"Thanos?" Masan suggested, this produced an eye roll from both girls followed by,”Oh, ha.Ha.” and, “Really? Just stop it."
"Seriously guys, we should set a trap to catch the criminal," Abby said.
“We should use rabbit traps like in ‘Peter Rabbit,’” Mason suggested.
“That would work, if we had any of those,” Kennedy said, dripping with sarcasm.
"Or we could just call the super hero squad," Maren went on.
"You're hilarious," Kennedy said flatly. Because of all the bickering it took a long time but the kids eventually came up with a plan. “So this Friday we ask if we can sleep in the loft, Maddy can come but don't tell Benjamin about it. Once he falls asleep Maddy and Mason come up, Abby and I will already be up there setting up. How about we don't tell Maddy until we're about to go up. She's sure to spoil it but we can trust you, right Mason? Great. Once we're all set to 'sleep' we’ll all go out and bury the money loud enough for the criminal to hear but not Mom and Dad. Then Mason and I will leave and Abby and Maddy will hide. If they see anything suspicious they'll call us on the walkie talkies, but we can’t respond because then he will hear it. They can take Abby's camera to video the whole time. Once he leaves they follow him carefully, when we get there, we search the scene for clues. If they don't see anything suspicious, they can walkie us so we can switch places, got it?” Kennedy explained with Abby and Mason interjecting with, “Yup!” “Great!” and, “Ok!” every here and there. Plans were made with Mom and Dad concerning sleeping in the loft. Friday night everything was set.
“Wait, duh we don't have to actually bury the money, we can bury fake money,"Abby said. So Maddy's pretend money was put in a jar and taken up to the loft. "Ok, we have blankets, flashlights, shovel, pillows, sleeping bags, the walkies, string, I think we're all set, oh, my camera! I almost forgot, be right back," Abby said. Maddy and Mason were awakened and the foursome crept up to the loft. Once Kennedy explained the plan to Maddy they started off into the woods. Abby and Maddy had borrowed some of Kennedy and Mason's black and camo clothes. ‘Scoop! Toss! Scoop! Toss! Scoop! Toss!’ Finally a decently sized hole was dug and the "money" was placed in it. Kennedy thoroughly filled the hole while the others wrapped bright yellow string between some of the surrounding trees. Kennedy and Mason departed with one of the walkie talkies. Maddy and Abby were left alone sitting on the roots of the biggest tree in the woods. "This is no way to hide!" Abby whisper yelled, so they sprawled on their stomachs so only their heads could be seen from the buried money. Abby was worried which way the criminal would come from, though. It got later and later and Maddy started to fall asleep. Abby was also getting tired. Abby sent two beeps on the walkie talkie, their signal for a shift change. Soon Mason and Kennedy arrived, for once too nervous and excited to argue. Abby and Maddy left. “Rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp."
Mason checked his watch, "1:07! Yikes!" he cried.
"Shhhh! We have to be quiet!”
“Rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp, rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp.”
"Shouldn't they be gone by now?" It was nearing 1:30.
“Rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp, rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp.” The noise was getting louder, “Rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp!”
“Mason, the camera!”
“Rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp.” Kennedy sent one beep on the walkie talkie.
“That means they see him! Maddy! Wake up! We need to go right now!” Abby commanded frantically. Maddy drowsily opened her eyes. As soon as she saw where she was and her sister climbing down the ladder, she was fully alert.
“Rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp, rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp!”
"Hurry! we need to get to the other side of the tree so he doesn't see us!” Kennedy whispered. “Rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp.” By now the noise was coming from two directions, their house and the opposite direction.
“I hope that's Abby and Maddy,” Mason said.
"Shhhhh!"
“Rustle, rustle, clomp, clomp, thump!” The footsteps stopped and something heavy nearly landed on Mason's head. Kennedy instinctively put her hand over Mason's mouth to keep his yelp down.
"Shovels, everything's going perfectly," Kennedy's voice was so low Mason could barely hear her but his tongue seemed to have frozen so he stayed silent.
"Looks like them good for nothin' kids listened to our lil tip," a man who looked little more than a boy drawled. Kennedy clenched her fists. “Get to work, Rudy! I didn't hire you as a comrade!” a rudely dignified voice snapped.
“Yees boss,” Rudy said miserably. Just then a softer rustling sounded directly behind Kennedy and Mason. Noiselessly, Abby handed two papers and a pen to Kennedy. One paper read, "Sorry we took so long, what's going on?" It was a good thing Kennedy's eyes adjusted to the dark a long time ago.
“That teenager's name is Rudy. It sounds like he works for that other man, who seems to be too stingy for money-digging. They've only been here about two minutes," Kennedy scribbled on the other paper. “Click!” That unfortunately satisfying clicky pen was what gave them away.
"Um, boss, deed ya’ll hear dat?” Rudy asked.
“I certainly did," the other man said. He was walking towards the kids. Closer, closer.
"Mason, give me the camera. I have a plan,” Kennedy whispered. Closer, closer, closer, flash! “Run!" Kennedy yelled, and run they did, as fast as their legs could carry them.
"Geed em’!” Rudy cried.
“Not so fast, they’re just worthless children,” the boss said.
“Wait!” Maddy called. She was far behind the rest of her siblings.
“Maddy, this isn't a game, listen to me, we are running for our lives, hurry up, I'll hold your hand," Abby said as she rushed back to her sister. They didn't stop running until they sat gasping for breath at the foot of their parents' bed.
“What the heck is going on?" Dad asked groggily.
"Is everything ok?" Mom asked. So the story was told. Let’s just say that Mom and Dad were not pleased, especially considering it was past 3:00 AM and they had been sound asleep. The fear combined with the lecture set all four of them crying. The noise woke Benjamin up and he cried out of confusion and because his brother and sisters’ vacant beds scared him. Gracie also wake up and was not pleased. So most of the Rater family was crying loudly at 3:00AM. Mom got to work making Gracie a bottle and hugging Benjamin to stop his crying. Dad had to step outside for a moment to calm his temper. Once he came back in he calmly explained to his 4 oldest kids why what they did was wrong.
"I'm proud of you though, that stakeout was a brave thing to do,” Dad said.
"Thanks,” Mason said.
“Yeah, and it was scary," Maddy agreed. The older girls just hugged their Dad. The other kids joined in and almost squashed him.
"We'll call the police and let them deal with those guys, ok, they won't get away with scaring our kids," Dad said.
"The pictures!” Mason cried.
"You're right," Abby said, picking up the camera that had fallen on the floor. "Blurry, blurry, only shows the ground, this one might be good, it shows them and in the background I can see the hole and the shovels. Oooo, here’s a shot of their faces!" Abby cried triumphantly.
“Let me see that. Wow, great job guys," Dad said.
"Ha! that guy even looks evil!" Masen laughed.
"Haha, he's like your classic cartoon bad guy, " Abby laughed.
“That is what he looks like!" Dad laughed.
"Oh, he does, "Mom laughed. Soon the whole family was laughing so hard they could barely breathe. The following day prints were made of the photos and they were delivered to the police along with the note. Once the whole story was explained to the police, they said they would start work on it right away as they were already on the robbery and the fire.
A week later Mom got a call saying the police found the men. "We just need kids to confirm one and we'll send him off to jail, the other was already convicted of several robberies,” the man on the phone said.
"Ok," Mam said, “Be there around 4:30." The kids confirmed both the suspects. It was found that Rudy Arnold had been at Harborcreek Youth Services. The other man, Miles Terry, had hired Rudy to do his dirty work by falsely promising to give him a share of the money. Mr. Jerry had been Henry Billoward’s best friend since childhood and he was angry that these relatives that Henry hadn't even known got more money than he did. Being a vengeful man with a bad temper, he had kept tabs on the family and their money and caused a disaster wherever the money went. His next step would have been to do something to their home if the note didn't work.
To celebrate they went to Menchie's for ice cream. "Mason! Save some m&ms for other people! Ug! You are so annoying!" Yup, criminals caught, things were back to normal for the Rater family.
Ally lived on Findley lake all her life. The only thing she liked better than boating on the lake was swimming in the lake.
One day when Ally was done swimming, her ears really hurt and everything sounded weird. She had swimmers ear.
One sunny Saturday afternoon Ally walked to her friend Kathrin's house to see if she wanted to go swimming. She paused on the front step, her ears were still buzzing but she was sure she also heard their other friend Andy inside. She didn't mean to eavesdrop but she couldn't help hearing one of them say "Ally is our top suspect.”
Ally burst into the house, Kathrin and Andy screamed and jumped up on the couch. "How dare you suspect me!" Ally yelled.
"What are you talking about?” Kathrin asked.
“You said Ally is our top suspect,'' Ally said.
"Oh,” Andy said, “that wasn't us it was the TV.” That was embarrassing.
“It’s ok,” Kathrin said, “Wanna watch the grand finale of Undercover with us?"
One Summer day Stefany sat on her back deck reading. Chapter 7, Stefeny closed her book and sighed, she looked longingly at her swimming pool, the water looked so cool and refreshing but she had no one to play with and she did not like playing by herself. The reason that she didn't have anyone to play with was because her fourteen year old brother Eric was always busy building something, her sixteen year old sister Shalines who she usually did stuff with was at the Olympic Trials, her Dad was at work, and her mom was inside cleaning. Stefany had nothing to do!
"Stefeny honey I'm going to weed the garden, want to help?” she heard her Mom call. She immediately dropped her book and went to help.
A little later her best friend Katie came over and asked if Stefeny wanted to play softball at her house which was just down the road. "Sure can I Mom?" Stefeny asked.
“Sure honey, just make sure to be home by 3,” said her Mom. So Stefeny and Katie ran to Katie's house, but when they got there there were a bunch of other people there. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, ‘At least Katie’s here.’
After Katie taught Stefeny how to play and everyone was finally playing, Stefany remembered that she forgot to put the bookmark in her book. ‘What chapter was I on 5,8, no 7,’ she thought. Just then she got clobbered by a softball. Stefeny fell down. Everyone was quiet for a moment, then seeing she was not hurt they all started laughing. She got up and ran home. ‘So much for doing something besides reading,’ she thought.
"Stefeny wait!” Katie yelled. Once she finally caught up to her Katie asked, “What's wrong, why don't you want to play?”
Stefeny took a deep breath. “I've just been having a hard time since Shaline left," she said.
“That’s ok you don't have to play if you don't want to,” Katie said.
"Thanks,” Stefeny said.
Later when she was on the phone with Shaline, Stefeny said, "All I do is read all day, it's a waste of Summer, when will you be home?"
"Well,” said Shaline, "If I don't get in then next week..."
"Yay!" Stefeny said, “You're coming ho-ome! You’re coming ho-ome!” she chanted.
"Or," Shaline interrupted, "If I do get in I'll be home by fall.”
“Fall,” Stefeny repeated, “That's so far away, you're sure to get in, I'll waste the whole Summer!"
“Stefeny calm down, we don't know that I'll get in and if I do I'll still come home for a week in between the trials and the Olympics, just remember that God's in control," Shaline said.
"Okay," Stefeny said. But she was still worried.
The next day Stefeny, Eric, and their parents were all huddled on the couch watching the Olympic Trials. Eric and Stefeny's parents all got up and started dancing when they heard Shaline’s name on TV but Stefeny couldn't join them. She would be bored until October.
Stefeny's Mom came into her room and sat on the bed. "What's wrong honey?" she asked, even though she was sure she already knew.
“Nothing," Stefeny lied.
“Come on we both know that's a lie," her Mom said.
"Why does Shaline have to go?” Stefeny asked, "I know I should be happy for her but I'll miss her so much.” Stefeny started to cry.
Her mom stroked her hair. "We'll all miss her,” she said, pulling Stefeny into a hug, “But she'll come back."
Stefeny looked up at her Mom. “What will I do until then?" Stefeny asked.
"You could see what Eric's always doing in that shed,” her Mom suggested. Stefeny shrugged. "Just remember,” her Mom said, "God's in control.” Stefeny told her Mom that was what Shaline said. "That's because it's true," her Mom told her.
The next day Stefeny took her Mom's advice and decided to go see what Eric was building. "What are you making?” she asked.
"Card table,” Eric said without looking up.
"What do you need a card table for?" Stefeny asked, trying to see what it looked like over his shoulder.
“Nothing,” Eric lied.
“Then why are you making it?" Stefeny pressed.
"Just because ok!" Eric turned to her with a very mad expression on his face. Tears started brimming in Stefeny's eyes. “Yeesh girls are sensitive,” Eric mumbled. “Tell you what," he said, “Why don't I teach you how to play baseball?"
A smile lit Stefeny’s whole face. “Guess being over sensitive can be a good thing!" she said as she ran out of the shed with Eric.
"Ok Stef, do you want to be the batter or the catcher?" Eric asked after he explained the rules.
Stefeny thought for a minute, "Batter,” she said, "I'm not good at catching."
"OK," Eric said, "But you're going to regret that.” Eric was right; Stefeny was terrible at batting. Every time she threw the ball up to bat it, it fell before she even had a chance. "Why don't you try catching instead,” Eric suggested.
Stefeny shrugged, "Ok," she said. Stefeny proved to be just as bad at catching as she was at batting. She sank down on the grass in disappointment. Eric sat next to her, "What's wrong?" he asked. "The Stefeny I know wouldn't get this upset over a 'silly sport.’"
Stefeny sighed. "It's not about the sport, it's about Shalene."
Eric got up. "Oh no," he said.
"What is it?” Stefeny asked, getting up too.
“Is this going to be another of your sappy feeling talks?" Eric asked.
“How sappy do you think advice is?" Stefeny asked.
"Depends on what the advice is,” was Eric's answer.
Stefeny wasn't sure what he meant but he wasn't running away yet so she just poured it all out. "I'm worried I will waste the whole summer because Shaline will be away, I thought maybe baseball could keep me busy but I'm terrible at it," Stefeny paused. "What do I do?" she asked.
Eric thought a minute. "3 things," he said, "1, trust God, 2, keep looking, 3, not sports.”
"Why not sports?" Stefeny wanted to know.
“Well,” Eric said, "It sounds to me like you need something you can play by yourself." Stefeny nodded and Eric continued. "Most sports need more than one person,” he told her. She thought about this for a moment then jumped up and hugged him.
“Thank you,” Stefeny said.
“Any time, sis," Eric said.
Stefeny did keep trying, she tried hopscotch (boring), jump roping (too hard), and ballet (not easy to do outside). One day when she was about to give up Stefeny saw someone. He was in the yard two houses down throwing an orange ball in a hoop. Stefeny didn't immediately realize what he was doing, she just realized he was doing it alone. She ran to get Eric. “What's he doing?” she asked.
“Basketball," he told her.
“And you can do it alone?" Stefeny was almost scared of the answer.
“It works better with more people but you can practice shooting hoops yourself,” Eric said.
Stefeny was inside in an instant. "Dad, can we get a basketball hoop?" she asked.
“Sure honey," her Dad said. “But if you don't mind my asking, why do you want one?" her Dad asked. Stefeny told him the whole story. When she was finished, her Dad just stared at her.
"What?" Stefeny asked, “You didn't think we wouldn't go to Paris to support your sister did you?" her Dad asked.
"Wait, what!" Stefeny couldn't believe her ears. "You mean we're going to Paris! I won't waste the Summer!" Stefeny paused. “Can I still get a basketball hoop?"
Her Dad laughed. “Yes, you can still get a basketball hoop.”
Eric knocked on the door. "Can I borrow Stef?" he asked poking his head in. "What is it?" Stefeny asked when they were outside.
"I got something for you,” Eric said, leading her into the shed. When she saw what was in there Stefeny gasped. In front of her was a beautiful pink desk with intricately curved legs and a cushioned stool to go with it.
"When did you do this?" Stefeny asked in awe.
"When you thought I was making a card table," he said with a sly smile.
"Why?" Stefeny asked.
"I wanted to give you something and a desk was the first thing that came to my mind,” Eric explained. "You're always reading, you'll be out of books soon so I thought maybe you could write your own stories. I also got you a journal to complain to," he added.
“Thank you," Steffeny said, hugging him. Now she had plenty to do!
There were lots of hills and Mary suggested turning back many times but Carrie said no every time.
Three more hovers passed and still no flat land. “Carry, it's getting late. Ma will be worried. We should head back to the wagon,” Mary said, "Plus, I'm starving.”
"Oh come on, just a little further, I think I see a berry bush ahead!” Carrie said.
“Oh fine!" Mary said. Once they got to the berry bush, Carrie immediately started eating handfuls of berries.
“Wait!” Mary yelled.
“What is it?” Carrie said in alarm.
“I think those berries are poisonous!” Mary said urgently. Carrie was quiet for a moment and then she laughed.
“And how do you know that?” Carrie asked.
“Because,” Mary said, when Ma said we were moving, I started reading books about plants and animals, these berries look like a picture in one of the
books.
“Bookworm," Carrie muttered. “Look, I think I see a clearing up ahead!”
The two girls ran to the clearing. “It's the perfect place to build a house!” Mary exclaimed. It really was a great place for a house, there was a large flat spot perfect for a house, there was a stream nearby to get water and plenty of rocks for a fireplace, there were also lots of trees around it. “The only problem is that there is no room for a garden,” Mary said.
“I'm sure Pa will be able to level it out,” Carrie said. “Let's go,” Carrie said. “Wait,” said Mary, “How will we remember where it is?”
Carrie thought a minute and then she asked Mary, “Do you have your sewing kit?"
“Yes" Mary said, “Why?”
“May I use it?” Carrie asked. Mary handed it to her. Carrie took out the scissors and cut a piece of red fabric off her dress. Mary gasped. “What?” Carrie asked. “It's not like I don't have other dresses," Carrie said as she tied the strip around a thin tree.
"Okay," Mary sighed, “Let’s go!”
“Can we wait a moment?” Carrie said. “I'm tired and my stomach hurts.”
"It's probably the poison,” Mary said. “We need to get you to a doctor, Ma will know what to do.”
“Can't we just take a little break first?” Carrie asked.
“Oh, fine,” Mary said, so they took a rest.
Mary woke up to the noise of Carrie coughing. She looked around. She was in a clearing with trees all around her and she could hear running water, what was going on? Then she remembered the day before. “Carrie, we have to get back to the wagon, come on," Mary said. When Carrie turned to face her, Mary could tell that she was tired and not feeling well.
“Which way is the wagon?” Carrie asked.
“I think it's that way,” Mary said, pointing straight ahead.
“I thought it was that way,” Carrie said, pointing to the left.
“We will go straight and if we don't find anything then we will go the other way,” Mary said. So they went strait. "AAAAA!” Mary screamed.
“What is it?” Carrie asked.
"Snake!” Mary yelled.
"Aww, where?” Carrie asked.
"Carrie, it's poisonous!" Mary said. Both girls started running as fast as they could.
When they finally stopped running Mary saw something. “Carrie, look,” she said.
“What is it?” Carrie asked.
“This plant,” Mary said, “I think it can cure poison berry sickness.”
Carrie immediately ripped it out of the grouped and ate it. About an hour later Carrie started to feel better.
"Okay, let's go," Mary said.
“Which way?” Carrie asked.
“I'm not sure,” Mary said. And then just when they were going to pick a direction they heard something.
“Mary, Carrie, Marrry, Carrrrie!”
"Did you hear that? Mary asked.
“Yes,” Carrie said, “It sounded like…”
“PA!” they both said together.
“I've been looking everywhere for you girls, where were you?" Pa asked.
“It's a long story," Mary said.
"I thought you were sick,” Carrie said.
"I'll tell you later,” Pa said, “Right now let's get you some dinner.” Pa led the way back to the wagon, and then, there right in front of them was a brand new, beautiful house. It turns out that Pa was never sick and the place where they parked the wagon was big enough for a house. Ma had sent the girls to look for a spot so that they would be surprised. Sometime Pa would clear a path to the spot Mary and Carrie found and build a playhouse for them.
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