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here's s'more of my story...tell me what u think...
The room was the same as before, dirty and abandoned. I took the riddle out of my pocket, and read it again. I still couldn't make any since of it, so I put it back in my pocket and walked to the trunk on the other side of the room. I pulled out the old deerskin book and began to read.
January 1, 1882
I am happy for the New Year, not to long until I am 14! I cannot wait. But there is some bad news, horrible news. Great grandmother died today, for an unknown reason. She looked as if she had been poisoned, but the doctors are not sure. I will get back to you later, for mother is calling me.
January 3, 1882
Somebody in the town must be on a killing spree! For a murdering man, or woman, had entered our house last night. Now it is just I, all alone. My whole direct family has been killed, but not me. Sometimes I ask the lord, "why not me to? Why not end the misery of my life to?" it is such a horrid thing to have your entire family killed. I can't describe the pain that I fell right now, especially while writing in this journal grandmother gave me. It reminds me of her and it makes me miss her terribly.
But not all of my family is dead, just all of my immediate family. I must go now to live with my aunt and uncle. They have agreed to take me into there home seeing that my family is no longer with me. But I have a very bad feeling about this. Aunt Emily and Uncle Ben are not the nicest of folks. I remember the last time that I visited them and I accidentally spilled some water on their sofa. (They are very rich folk) they took the strap on me and whipped me until my whole backside was wet with sores and my blood. I do not want to live there, but I haven't a choice. I leave tomorrow morning at sunrise.
But what shall I bring with me? I know I shall bring my book of pressed flowers, to remember all the wild flowers and such that are outside. Maybe it will remind me of the good part of my life. Oh and of course, I will bring the photograph of my family. I am afraid I shall miss them all very dearly. Well I must get to packing. I will give you information later.
I was not surprised that all the items that she mentioned were in this trunk. I had a pretty good idea now that I was in her aunt's house. Her life sounded much like mine, with her family dying and all. I all of a sudden had a strange edge to meet this girl. Although I knew she was long dead, I was badly in need of a friend, a good friend. Somebody who would understand me and the strange things I was going through.
Summer ended, and it was time for me to start school. I attended Spring Valley jr. High. I met little friends there, except for this one girl by the name of Alexia Jacobson. She had long, flowing blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and the prettiest smile you have ever seen. She too was a foster child. She lived two houses down the road. The fall time in these parts were very beautiful. With all the leaves different colors and all. Alexia and I became very close friends. She was the kind of girl that was fun to be around, because she liked to climb trees and explore, just like me.
Well fall turned to winter, and the night was a cold one. I was tossing and turning in my bed when all of a sudden I heard a faint tap on my window. I quietly got out of bed and put on my jeans. I heard the tap again. I had a strange and scary feeling in my stomach. I crept to the window. Alexia's face appeared suddenly in the window.
"Alexia, Alexia what-"
"Shhh!" she interrupted me. "Just let me in, ok?" I opened the window for her. "Hide me," she pleaded. "My parents-"
"I know just where to hide you. But hold on let me grab my flashlight." I grabbed my flashlight from where I had set it down on the table. "Fallow me," I said to her. We went into my closet.
"Where are you taking me, Jeff? Are you making me hide in the closet? You know that that's the first place they will look." At that, I pushed the door and it gave way with a small "creak." Alexia breathed with excitement.
"You never told me there was a secret passage way in your house," Alexia said.
"Yea," I replied. "And I don't intend on anyone else hearing about it."
"Don't worry Jeff, I wont tell," was her reply.
"Okay. But now that you're safe with me, you need to tell me why you are here," I said to her.
"Okay, I'll tell you. It's about my parents. You see-" she stopped in mid- sentence, a look of sheer terror on her face. She was trembling and her face was white. She pointed a shaky finger behind my shoulder. I heard a voice behind me say "give me the girl and you will live." A knife appeared over my right shoulder. A knobby hand was holding it, a burnt, knobby hand.
...So do u like it? wanna find out what happens next? cuz if u do then I better get to typing...
here's s'more of my story...tell me what u think...
The room was the same as before, dirty and abandoned. I took the riddle out of my pocket, and read it again. I still couldn't make any since of it, so I put it back in my pocket and walked to the trunk on the other side of the room. I pulled out the old deerskin book and began to read.
January 1, 1882
I am happy for the New Year, not to long until I am 14! I cannot wait. But there is some bad news, horrible news. Great grandmother died today, for an unknown reason. She looked as if she had been poisoned, but the doctors are not sure. I will get back to you later, for mother is calling me.
January 3, 1882
Somebody in the town must be on a killing spree! For a murdering man, or woman, had entered our house last night. Now it is just I, all alone. My whole direct family has been killed, but not me. Sometimes I ask the lord, "why not me to? Why not end the misery of my life to?" it is such a horrid thing to have your entire family killed. I can't describe the pain that I fell right now, especially while writing in this journal grandmother gave me. It reminds me of her and it makes me miss her terribly.
But not all of my family is dead, just all of my immediate family. I must go now to live with my aunt and uncle. They have agreed to take me into there home seeing that my family is no longer with me. But I have a very bad feeling about this. Aunt Emily and Uncle Ben are not the nicest of folks. I remember the last time that I visited them and I accidentally spilled some water on their sofa. (They are very rich folk) they took the strap on me and whipped me until my whole backside was wet with sores and my blood. I do not want to live there, but I haven't a choice. I leave tomorrow morning at sunrise.
But what shall I bring with me? I know I shall bring my book of pressed flowers, to remember all the wild flowers and such that are outside. Maybe it will remind me of the good part of my life. Oh and of course, I will bring the photograph of my family. I am afraid I shall miss them all very dearly. Well I must get to packing. I will give you information later.
I was not surprised that all the items that she mentioned were in this trunk. I had a pretty good idea now that I was in her aunt's house. Her life sounded much like mine, with her family dying and all. I all of a sudden had a strange edge to meet this girl. Although I knew she was long dead, I was badly in need of a friend, a good friend. Somebody who would understand me and the strange things I was going through.
Summer ended, and it was time for me to start school. I attended Spring Valley jr. High. I met little friends there, except for this one girl by the name of Alexia Jacobson. She had long, flowing blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and the prettiest smile you have ever seen. She too was a foster child. She lived two houses down the road. The fall time in these parts were very beautiful. With all the leaves different colors and all. Alexia and I became very close friends. She was the kind of girl that was fun to be around, because she liked to climb trees and explore, just like me.
Well fall turned to winter, and the night was a cold one. I was tossing and turning in my bed when all of a sudden I heard a faint tap on my window. I quietly got out of bed and put on my jeans. I heard the tap again. I had a strange and scary feeling in my stomach. I crept to the window. Alexia's face appeared suddenly in the window.
"Alexia, Alexia what-"
"Shhh!" she interrupted me. "Just let me in, ok?" I opened the window for her. "Hide me," she pleaded. "My parents-"
"I know just where to hide you. But hold on let me grab my flashlight." I grabbed my flashlight from where I had set it down on the table. "Fallow me," I said to her. We went into my closet.
"Where are you taking me, Jeff? Are you making me hide in the closet? You know that that's the first place they will look." At that, I pushed the door and it gave way with a small "creak." Alexia breathed with excitement.
"You never told me there was a secret passage way in your house," Alexia said.
"Yea," I replied. "And I don't intend on anyone else hearing about it."
"Don't worry Jeff, I wont tell," was her reply.
"Okay. But now that you're safe with me, you need to tell me why you are here," I said to her.
"Okay, I'll tell you. It's about my parents. You see-" she stopped in mid- sentence, a look of sheer terror on her face. She was trembling and her face was white. She pointed a shaky finger behind my shoulder. I heard a voice behind me say "give me the girl and you will live." A knife appeared over my right shoulder. A knobby hand was holding it, a burnt, knobby hand.
...So do u like it? wanna find out what happens next? cuz if u do then I better get to typing...