Author: welchs828 PM
Stories are bitches to me. I dislike them. I'm not really working on this; when I come back to it, I'll give you a heads-up. BTW, it's about some British chick named Jennie.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,424 - Reviews: 10 - Published: 01-26-05 - id: 1817346
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On quite a gloomy afternoon, at about two o'clock, a massive avalanche of children burst out of a red brick building. They tumbled down the stairs and, like ants marching in lines, separated down the many broad streets. There was much noise and chaos, though, oddly, in the back of the avalanche.
"Jennie!" many girls shouted at once, while trying not to drown in the crowd. "Jennie!"
An elegant little girl swung around, tears in her gigantic green eyes, and waited. The girl had medium-brown hair with subtle streaks of red. She was thin, with long legs and arms. At the moment, her freckled face was red and overflowing with tears.
"Jennie!" the girls cried as they caught up with her. One girl, with pure red hair and a few freckles, stood next to Jennie. Another, with blonde hair and green eyes, stood on Jennnie's other side. And the third girl, a short, brown-haired one, stood next to the redheaded girl.
"Aye. Could I come an' say bye to yer mum, Jen?" asked the first girl.
"Yeah, Genivieve," answered Jennie in short sobs.
The girl with the blond hair patted Jennie's shoulder as they walked. "Please," she said, "write to me. Oh, no." Sharie broke down in tears as well. "Bye, Jennie! Here's me turn. Please tell me what America's like!" She and Jennie hugged, then parted.
The brown-haired girl shook her head. "It won't be the same here in Ireland without yeh. Goodbye, Jen! Write to me," said the more cheerful Addy. The two hugged, and then Addy walked down her own street, leaving Jennie and Genivieve to walk home alone. This made Jennie sob even harder.
Soon, Genivieve and Jennie came upon a large yellow house. It was a cape cod, and had nice yellow lillies sitting in boxes in the windows. The door opened and the two were ushered in by Mrs. O'Donovan, Jennie's mother.
"Hey, Miss Genivieve. Sorry if our house's a mess, what with all our packin'. Me good daughter'll find you a place to sit." Mrs. O'Donovan glanced at Jennie, who proceeded in pulling her friend by the hand to the second floor of the house.
"Aye, Genivieve, I'll miss you! Me mum and me brother an' sister will, too; I know it!" Jennie cried. She gave Genivieve a great hug.
"What do you imagine America'll be like, Jen?" asked Genivieve, ignoring Jennie's gloominess.
Her friend hesitated, then answered slowly. "I guess it'll be like spring every day, an' I s'pose everyone'll be really kind there, and . . . and . . . oh, Genivieve, can't you come?" Jennie begged.
Genivieve shook her head. "No. But I have somethin' for you!" Jennie smiled. "But," Genivieve said suddenly, "I'll mail it to you from Ireland. That way, it'll smell like home." Both of them laughed at that thought.
Jennie kept smiling because she knew Genivieve would keep her word. "Aye, Jennie, see? Yer smilin'!" Genivieve nodded at Jennie's wide grin. "I'll be leavin' now, Jen, since I don't know how to say 'bye.' How bout . . . till later? Eh?" Jennie nodded and hugged her friend.
"Till later!" Jennie said as they strutted downstairs. She waved Genivieve out the door. "Oh, Mum, I can't believe we're goin' to 'Merica."