Day: 1. April 2010

Welcome back, my lovely readers! Seems you’ve stumbled upon the newest installment of our little story. Anyway, today’s theme is ‘Like Father Like Daughter’. Oh, and I decided to change the last one to ‘Ice Cream’, since it seems to fit so much better. This little chapter thingy takes place when our littles friends are 13; and if you’ve read the previous chapters, you know what that means. If you haven’t, I suggest you go back and read them. Just so you know, before Daven had a crush on Gale, he called her Levine.

~~Daven’s POV~~

Most times, when a guy has to stay at some one’s house for the night, they stay at a friends house; and that friend is, too, a guy.

Doesn’t exactly work that way for me. Sadly, I don’t know any guys my age who don’t beat me up..though, they haven’t been doing so lately. But that only happens because Levine gets revenge.

So, because of that little fact of life, I always end up staying with Levine. Thank god her room has big divider in the middle, we may be best friends, but it’s still kind of embarrassing.

~*~*~TIME LAPSE-30 MINUTES- Gale’s HOUSE~*~*~

I knocked on the door, and I could have sworn I was being watched. I turned my head a little bit to the right, and what do I see? Levine’s dad glaring daggers at me. It’s strange, since when we were kids he was always taking me fishing with him and Levine’s older brother, Allen. Funny that I mentioned him, because he just popped up in the window, expression matching his father’s.

Finally, I was saved when Marcey, Levine’s mom, came and opened the door.

“Thanks, Mrs. D. Hey, is something wrong with them…?”

She understood what I meant, and replied,”They just don’t know how to treat out guests.”. She turned to glare at the two before moving out of the way so I could go in.

I climbed the steps up to Levine’s room, only to hear someone singing inside. Hey, I never knew she could sing…

As I slowly opened the door, her reflection beamed at me in the mirror: a thin, pale body clothed in a wrinkled baby blue t-shirt with a cartoon dog on it that said ‘If I were your pet, I’d run away’ and navy blue flannel pants, jumping around the room singing her heart out. Then it stopped, and the eyes seemed to be staring straight at me.

She quickly grabbed a pillow and hurled it at the door. Next thing I know, the door opens back up, and she has this huge grin spread across her face. I should have remember to knock, this whole process wouldn’t have had to happen.

“Hiya! Decided to stop by?”

“What, your parents didn’t tell you that I had to come over?”

“No.” Her face know sported a look of utter confusion. It was pretty cute. I blinked several time after I realized what exactly I had just said…er, though. Same thing.

“Well, anyway, come on in!” She turned around, then face planted onto the carpet. Good thing her room had just been re-carpeted, so it was soft.

“Seems like I have officially entered the wasteland known as your room.” That was exactly what it was; she had papers, magazines and books spread all over the front half of the room, which she usually just used as a gaming area. She really has to get over her gaming obsession.

With that little remark, she sat up(not without keeping a tissue to her bleeding nose) and preceded to glare at me. Yes, I still don’t see why people say she acts just like her father.

Sadly, I wish that her father would have been there instead of her. Levine’s glare just happens to be one of the worst I have ever seen.

I turned around for a split second, and in that small time frame, I was nailed with a pillow. At least she takes out her anger by hitting you with a pillow.

Okay, here’s the end of this chapter. Sorry for all the glaring. You guys should watch out for an update on in 13 days. You’ll find out why when we reach that date. Anyway, sayonara from FranticHope Productions!

Okie dokie, since some of you people seem to actually like my writing, you get an update. Most of the time this will be going by themes, therefore entitling last chapter ‘Future’, and this one is ‘Carnival’. I’m really going to try to keep going with the same characters, but if I don’t, I’ll just give it a slightly different title, m’kay? Oh, and this chapter will be taking place from both of their points of view. I takes place about a year before the previous chapter.

~~Abigale’s POV~~

I hate carnivals. Absolutely do not like them. Yet, I accept the invitation from Davie to go to one.

“Why the long face, Gale?” He is way to polite sometimes…why weren’t humans created with mute buttons or something? That’s when I saw it. The dreaded darts. How I wish that game would just drop off the face of the planet; maybe go to Mars or Jupiter. For all I care, it could just go to Hong Kong.

Of course that’s the game he decides to drag me to. I wanted to tell him it would be best if he didn’t touch me, but he seems so happy right now..wait…why do I care?

“Why do you want to play this? Aren’t there OTHER games you could play? I mean, you said you grew out of things like this. I’m usually the one who likes things I’m too old for…” I guess darts isn’t too kiddie-like, but still.

Does he decide to listen? OF COURSE NOT.

“Ah, a young couple? Would you, young sir, be trying to win a prize for your lass?”

I felt my face turn red…which, may I add, doesn’t happen. Especially not with Daven.

He must have been trying to make himself look cool, because he decided that he was going to hold onto my hand and say yes to the man..who I really do not like right now.

I guess I should have been happy that he didn’t put his arm around me, but hey.

~~Daven’s POV~~

I must have really sold it, the man even slipped me a little note that said ‘Good luck with her-she seems a little odd.’ I myself found that a little rude, since he was obviously regarding her knee high, black and white striped socks..which obviously matched with her white sundress. At least she’s not one of the delinquents walking around here with peircings on every possible part of their body, chains, hair died weird colors, and several other things that I will not mention.

It’s actually kind of funny, how she hasn’t realized why I took her here, instead of the Ice Cream Palour or the Arcade like we’ve done since we were kids. And it’s incredibly cute. Wait, what was that?? Gah, she has to stop making me watch chick-flicks with her. I think it’s starting to affect my brain.

Not like I didn’t like her before, but…until we were thirteen, I didn’t even regard her as a girl. We pushed each otherin mud and didn’t even care, even though half the time we would be stuck washing the mud out of our shoes. The only thing about her that made her look like a girl was her hair, but even then she kept in in a bun, so I never payed much attention to it.

Now I was actually turning into more of a teen; the way most guys my age acted was starting to occur in me, and I started finding her extremely cute..

“Dave!!” Her frail-looking hands were pushing into my side, evidently trying to wake me from my…err, trance. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?

She actually had a concerned look on her face, which quickly turned to one of aggravation as she nearly pushed me off the picnic table we had been sitting on for god knows how long, and then she began pouting.

“Stop doing that, would you? You’re actually starting to scare me…” She pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, back with that rest of her hair..which, for once, wasn’t in a bun or ponytail.

Once again, her expression soon changed, this time to one of concern- one that she rarely had, and…I’m not even going to say it, since you probably already know what it is to me.

“Are you alright? You’ve been doing that a lot lately…that..zoning out thing. It’s starting to…to scare me.” With that, her face actually turned red, which I haven’t seen happen before.

I grinned and replied,”Yeah, I’m alright. Why, you afraid I won’t be able to buy you any more Ice Cream?”

Oh no, it’s coming to an end for today. Don’t fret, though; I’m having so much fun writing this, I’ll probably be updating tomorrow or Friday anyway. It’s kind of sad, I find it easier to write in Daven’s point of view than Gale’s, even though I’m a girl and this story was originally supposed to take place in the girls point of view. Oh well, maybe when Cantarella and Richie come around it will. That, by the way, will probably be the other series I was talking about.

Bliss looked unimpressed.

“You’ve been coming in here very ten minutes to see how she’s doing. It’s one thing if she actually touched the ground when she fell.

“Bliss, you wouldn’t leave her side for two days after the first time she tripped and scraped her knee. You have no room to judge me for worrying about her after she fell off a cliff.”

“Admettre se vous son en amor avec su.” This language was one that only Bliss and ‘Ji knew. It was a mixture of French and Spanish. You alternate between the two with the words. What she said was; ‘Admit it, you’re in love with her.’

“No.”

“Fine, you created your own suffering. I offered you an out.”

“I’ll take it happily. The suffering, I mean. I’m not gonna do what you say.”

“JUST GET OUT OF HERE!” Bliss slammed the door and marched over and handed Mae some shorts.”They’ll have to do. All we have of your’s is a bunch of clothes for toddlers.”

“You don’t like him much, do you?”

“Do you?”

“Maybe.”

Bliss smiled. Her goal was in sight.

“Really Sky, really??” Brigid stated, flipping her bleached blonde hair to the side. Her blue eyes like daggers.

“Um… Yeah, I kind of like poltics…” I mumbled, twirling my hair around my finger.

” Wait, stop right there! You like politics! What does that even mean???” Brigid smirked rolling her eyes.

“I think it would be really fun to be in student council!” Rose butted in coming back from the bathroom. I shot her a thankful glance.

“Oh, great! You’re on board too! What will Blake think of you Sky!!! Your such a geek! If you want do something for the school, cheerlead! I mean at least you’ll be picking guys up!” Brigid was staring at me in disbeleif. I was being sooooo stupid, I mean student council! I was such a geek! What had I been thinking!!

“You’re right Brig… I guess it was just another way of wasting time. Thanks for talking some sense into me!!” I let out a smile, that I hoped looked real and sincere… even though it wasn’t.

“Of course I’m right! Your lucky your my best friend or else everyone would know by now!” She gave me another quick look, “And besides, you’re to clumsy to cheerlead.” With that she stalked away flashing a dazzling smile at Mark. Mark was the most popular guy in school and Brigid was trying to get him to ask her out. He wasn’t as cute as Blake, but he was popular and that was all that really mattered. His hair was a sandy blonde and he had plain brown eyes. He turned to look at me and winked. Wait, what did that mean??? I gave him a puzzled look, but if he saw he didn’t pay any attention.

“Sky, you know if you want to do student council, you should,” Rose was giving me a serious look.

“Nah… It was a kind of stupid idea and I’m really happy Brigid talked some sense into me!” I gave her a smile and turned around to find Blake.

“Hey,” Blake gave me a smile that melted my heart. He was soooo cute! “I was thinking we could go to the movies tonight or something,” He said.

“Yeah sure, that would be great!!!” I could feel the butterfly’s in my stomach. It would be our first date, saying that the first time we went out Brigid had gone too,  with Justin.

“Perfect! I’ll pick you up at 5:00,” He put his arm around me and  carried my books. Oh gosh, he was the best boyfriend ever!!! I gave a quick nod and as we walked away my head leaning on his shoulder, he turned around and flashed a smile at Rose… My heart sunk, maybe he wasn’t sooo great………

I am small

I mostly am on a piece of paper

I make people do a motion that sometimes make somebody else do it

What am I

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I can make people have a good life

or maybe bring people to their knees

It is up to the people to decide  if I do anything

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A brand new book,

It’s pages so crisp,

I can’t help but get hooked,

When I read a story.

An old book,

They smell of history,

I love how they look,

Their past a mystery.

A new excitement on each page,

I can feel happy,

I can feel inraged,

But whatever the story,

I love my books

One spring day Alisha was riding her Clydesdale.  She went all around the yard; even across her mother`s flowers…Until the stunned horse came to a jerking stop. Whoa! hey Nightstar whats the problem? Then Alisha saw in front of her nothing she`s ever seen before, as it was as yucky as old eggs. It was a very, very, very old well probably 50 or 60 years old. Then she realized she was not in her yard. It was her grumpy neighbor Mr. Quanta`s backyard. She was never to go over here without permission. But she wanted to see the well so she got off Nightstar and headed for the well. Her head was now sticking down the well trying to get a better look at it. It was hard to see but what Alisha made of it was good enough. Then she heard a voice she knew so well…Alisha…it was her mom! she could not know that Alisha was over on Mr. Quanta`s backyard. Nightstar shoo girl! As requested Nightstar fled the yard. And Alisha grabbed the rusty old bucket and held on! She slowly lowered the rope. Going down and down on a bucket of 50 years of termite damage is a little frightening even when your fourteen! Lower, and lower the bucket went until snap! The line broke and the bucket fell fast racing down the well. Soon it plopped at the end of the well and there was no way back up. Help! Alisha yelled but no luck as she turned to an old bottomless pit. But one thing did distract her as she cried a small beam of light peered through the wall. It got bigger and bigger then it filled the whole well. It soon became to be a secret room. Alisha stunned entered and saw something she`s never seen before it was as beautiful as a star from afar. She was looking at a shiny gold chest with a picture of a simple heart on it. Wow she remarked as she went to open it. But there was nothing inside, but a puff of black smoke cleared the room. Just then she heard a noise it was a boy in the cave ahead of the chest. She went to investigate so she went forward past the chest of to find an even larger cave. Hello who`s here she said swiftly Me please tell me you did not open the chest…he said. Sorry wait where are you? I`m invisible that chest puffs out smoke and the color of smoke is a curse like the red smoke turned me into this…what color smoke did you get? Uhh…Black…Omigosh this is major we gotta get out of here somehow…Wait what does b-black do? Well first everyone starts to forget you and everything about you…and..uh…you kind of vanish..from the earth…Wait what? this terrible how can this happen? Well supposedly there was this woman who had a house and studied witchcraft. Then many months later they found out and banned her from here so she hid her anger but still lived in that neighborhood our neighborhood…Anyway she built a well and safely lured herself down here and she continued her witch craft where she made magic filled smoke bombs. Of invisibility, expulsion, and killing everything you touch. But we have to find the reverse smoke bomb its `possed to be hidden underwater, over a mountain, and in a plateau cave and we have a week. Then how do we get out of here? Asked Alisha I have no idea…Hey..theres a hole there lift me up and with those there I will be able to lift up myself up and get a shovel or something to help you! Ok..ok just hurry…Hhhh!!! Ug…yah…Im up I will get a shovel! A few minutes later Alisha returned with a heavy metal shovel. And they both got out safely…By the way im Brendon Malone and you are…Alisha Smith. Ok well gather stuff from your hou- oh right..come on I have a plan…They went up to Alisha`s front door and knocked..You remember the plan right? Yes…The door opened silently…Hello? Hi were from that school said Alisha pointing to her high school and were selling candles would you like some? I don`t see any candles…Its..a..uh..prepaid order. Oh sure come inside kids and they went inside and sat on the leather couch.  Actually Brendon I have to go to the restroom why don`t you show her our candles. And Alisha went down the hall not in the bathroom but her room. Yes! my clothes didn`t disappear so she grabbed shirts, jeans, and socks and all the stuff she needed and climbed out the window and ran around to the front. She then signaled Brendon that she`s done. Im sorry I think I hear my mom calling me to help clear the table I got to go I`ll come back tomorrow…He left and joined Alisha..ok wait here. As Instructed Alisha waited for him finally he returned with clothes and a do-it-yourself tent kit. Wait how are we gonna travel? I got it covered Nightstar come here girl…Nightstar appeared right by Alisha and they climbed on…They would have left earlier if Brendon hadn`t fell off…But they were riding toward what was and still is the only river nearby…

Theese are for my best friend ever, FranticHope.