hurls a flat stone into it

with a faint splash, it sinks

down

             down

                            down

touches bottom

with thousands of other pebbles,

cast off like litter

and sits

the white pebble

the girl walks off

NEED: A petsitter?
Call: Eva Williams at 407-999-4362

I couldn’t believe my eyes! Eva Williams is my elder sister! She had always wanted a pet, or at least be a petsitter, but after what happened last year…. I didn’t think she would try again!
So you are wondering what happened last year, well let me take you back to two years first.
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Eva has always LOVED animals, but mom is allergic to any pet hair, and my sister, even though it is true that she loves all animals would like to have something to hold. Eva also likes to write stories and is always looking for new story ideas.
One day we were at my Aunt’s house, and Eva was walking there dog Daisy, and I was walking next to her. Then I had a idea, “Eva you could write a story about a petsitter who on her first job, killed the dog!”
“What!”
“Not intentionally, but the dog ran out in the street or something.”
“Wwweeelll. But that does give me an idea! I could be a petsitter!”
Eva’s idea took a year to get off the ground, and she never did use my story idea.
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The same billboard post that is above appeared last year. Eva got a call a week after she put up the ad. The call was from Mrs. Granger, asking for Eva to watch her dog Lucky, which was a Mastiff. Eva was so happy I thought she might rip our house to pieces! They set up a time and Monday morning in the summer of 2010, Eva’s first client showed up.
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Lucky was very hyper, but Eva was still excited. She fed Lucky and took her for walks. But the tragedy happened right in front of Mrs. Granger. Lucky was out side for a walk when luck ran super fast and jerked the leash out of her hand!
Luck ran out in front of Mrs. Granger’s car! Then Lucky got hit and died! Mrs. Granger was so mad she mad Eva buy her another Mastiff, and they are the most expensive dogs in the world! She finally raised $1,250.00, but she had to use the money she had been saving for an iPod touch. She was broken hearted. Not because she didn’t get a iPod touch, well that was part of it but I mean she LOVES pets, and she just killed one! So now you know why I was surprised when the ad went up this year.
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She got a call from somebody who had just moved in, and it went really well. So her petsitting career went well. She still loves pets and says she will always be a petsitter, and nothing tragic happened again!

THE END

Chapter Five: Hawk Gives Me Clues to His Powers

“Help me, someone!” he seeemed to be crying desperatly.

“Wait,” I yelled through the sound of the wipping wind,” I’m coming!”

“No!”

    I woke up. It always happened that way, you know. I get to the part that is most important and then something wakes me up. I looked around the cabin. Last night, Annabeth had showed me to this bed and told me to wake up up at 8:30 for breakfast. I glanced at the large clock that hung over the closed cabin door. The small hand pointed to 8 and the long hand pointed to the 12. 8:12. I had 18 minutes to get ready. 

I yawned and streched. It was only then that I noticed the golden lump that lay half buried in my side. Dispite myself, I smiled. I had never had a pet, see. Aphrodite was alergic to fur. The only animal I had ever had in my house was a fishbowl with five small goldfish. They were pretty and all, but goldfish can’t exactly play with you or snuggle up in your lap. Besides, they all jumped out of their bowl four days after we got them ’cause for some unknown reason the water had started to churn.

So as I was saying, the puppy was asleep when a name for him popped up in my mind. Hawk, I thought, I will name him Hawk.

Just as I was about to drift back to sleep, the cabin door was flung open and a girl’s voice called,” Rise and shine, Element Heads! The day is begining!” The girl had a British acent and her thick blonde hair was coloected into a ponytail.

“Oh, Laura!” Nelly moaned,” It isn’t even 8:20 yet!”

“Well,” Laura taunted,” Aren’t you sleepy today!”

“Nelly always sleepy!” Tancred joked,” I’m surpriesed she doesn’t fall asleep during sword practice!”  Nelly threw a feather pillow in his face.

Sword practice!?, I thought wildly. Then, I felt the small bottle of mascara that I had safely tucked into the pocket of the nightgown I had found on my bed.

“Athena!” Annabeth called from above me,” Get up, it’s your first full day at camp!”

“Yippe. Hooray.” Nelly called sarcasticly from her bunk,” Athena’s come to stay!”

“Oh, Nelly, stop being such a meanie!” the blonde girl teased. She walked over to my bed and I got up. “Hi, I’m Laura,” she introduced herself. 

“Hi,” I said, shaking her out-streached hand,” I am Athena.”

“Nice to meet you, Athena!” Laura smiled,” I am your sword practice supervisor. You and your friends will be sword practicing with me after breakfast.”

She turned and to leave.” And, Athena,” she called,”Bring your sword and sheild with you!”

She exited the cabin and walked towards the mess hall.

“Ohhhhh, that is a really cute dog,” Annabeth cued. She was neeling next to me bed and stroking the dog. His long golden fur glinted in the sun light that poured from the open door. Annabeth’s fox was sniffling and nuzzling the puppy as a mother dog would her own pup. 

“I think Grove’s motherly insticts are takeing over,” Tancred grinned. His Snow White Owl was perched on his shoulder. The tips of his wings and Tancred’s spiky blonde hair were both sparking with electricity.

Nelly snorted and said hotily,” Why such a normal animal. Aren’t you unique enough?”

I understood what she meant and my blood boiled with rage.

“Maybe your afraid that my normal water will put out everyone of your amazing fireballs?” I shot back.

Nelly frowned at me. Then she turned on her toes and stomped out. Her cyotea followed close behind.

“Don’t mind, Nelly,” Tancred yawned,” She’s always snooty with new-camers. Believe me, I had to go through it.”

He jumped out of bed and went over to the large dresser that had five seperate draws in it. The top one had a lable that read; Henry.

“Who’s Henry?” I asked. I noticed that the next one said; Nelly. The other three read Tancred, Annabeth and Athena.

“Henry was- is- one of us. He was Speeker of sky,” Annabeth explained sadly.

“What happened to him?” I asked.

“We’ll tell you later,” Tancred called cheerfully,” Right now, you need to change.”  He pointed to the bottom drawer. I walked over to the dresser and pulled my drawer open. Inside were new clothes all folded nice and neatly. 

“Take your clothes to the bathroom and change there,” Annabeth told me. I looked at the clothes and chose a sea-green tanktop and dark blue skinny jeans. 

I got up and the dog came up to me and wagged its tail. Dog. Why do I keep calling it dog? 

“Come here, Hawk,” I called to the golden dog. He padded to the door next to me. 

“Hawk? Is that his name?” Tancred asked and, together we walked to the bathrooms.

“Yes,” I said,” Do you like it?” 

“Sure! It fits him.” 

We reached the bathroom and split our seperate ways.

I woke up to the sound of horses’ hooves outside, only to notice the empty beds in front of me. There were no maids anywhere to be seen in the servants’ quarters..none at all. I suddenly realized that I must have   slept  at least three hours extra, because the sun shone through my small window.

Not wanting to know what Miss Watson, the head of servants would do if she found out that I wasn’t washing chamberpots or scrubbing floors or cleaning stables at this hour, I bit my lip and got dressed  as fast as I could.

But as I quickly walked through the hallway, careful not to make a sound, my bad luck had me bumping into Miss Watson in no time.I froze in place, and held my breath.

“There you are! Lord Humphrey and I have been searching for you along with everybody else.I expect you have already finished the fifty-one chamberpots, twenty-seven floors and five stables?” Miss Watson was sure to make her voice sound completely innocent and sweet.I could not hold back anything. So I said, ” No madam I..have been…….in my bedroom the entire time…I have just…gotten out”. The words came out involuntarily.Miss Watson slapped my cheek. I was used to every one’s abusive words and beatings, but the slapping still stung my cheek.My instincts  told me to whack the witch back, but my brain told me to ‘stay calm’.

Then Miss Watson’s fake innocent look turned into her normal one, the one where her evil black beady eyes would be staring directly into yours, where her frowns and smirks and cold icy voice would capture most of her face. “Miss Ella, you have been clearly unhappy all the time, all the time you have been working here.Why is that?You ought to be on your knees right now, thanking us for all the kindness we have showed you. You deserve to be driven out right now, like the filthy dog you are! Would you like that, Ella?” Yes, I thought, I would.”However, out of the generosity of our hearts, we wouldn’t like to throw you out. But, be aware Ella, that we do not give second chances”.Miss  Watson’s beady eyes narrowed even further as she continued to make her “speech”,”Many young girls would absolutely die for your position here at Hampton Inn.You should be thankful! Now get to work this instant!”So I did. I scrubbed twenty-seven   floors, fifty-one chamberpots, and five stables for six hours, followed by some extra “punishment” work given by Miss Watson.

When all my work was finished, I was exhausted and worn out, not mentioning that I had calluses and blisters on my rough hands.My face was dirty and grimy with sweat and dirt, and I honestly smelled like a pigpen.So,I think you agree that I had the right to scream and cry and try to pull my black hair out.I was tired of pretending to be “Cinders-Ella-that-weird-girl-the-scullery maid”,because I just didn’t truly fit in with that description.

Suddenly,a peculiar comforting thought creeped inside my head, the sort of thought that old,superstitious ladies called “of the devil”.I was leaving this inferno, and I wasn’t coming back.

Lovly Nature.

(Alya)

Chapter One:

  Water thundered down the steep cliff and into the crystal clear pool below. I am standing at the top of the embankment. My left leg bent backwards over my back and Ibalenced on my right leg. My right hand is locked onto my left leg, holding it up. I am balencing on my right leg, with my thumb pressed against her chest and the fourth and index fingure held up into a strait line. 

I opened my eyes. From where I stood I could see across all of Ilelvea. The buildings are shped out of huge trees and streams run all over the city. Elves walk on the ground and on high rope bridges.    

“Alya, consentrate,” a deep male voice intupts my thoughts. A middle aged elf who looks about 31 or 35 stood a few feet away. He has thick brown hair and hazel eyes. Around him is a cloak the color of a deep green pine. 

I let my leg go and released a loud sigh, “Sorry master, but it’s hard to consentrate with you staring at me.”

The man shakes his head, “How are you going to learn to be a warrior if you can’t even do the Doru Areba (Doh-ruh Ahr-ebah)? “

I stare down at the city. Lanterns were being lighted and magical light balls floated next to their spell caster.

My master, Durion (Doo-ree-on), sighs again and said, “All right. I guess we should do some Talent Training before going in for supper.”

*********************Intermission Stars**************************************

The walkways of Ilelvea were made of cobble stone and the wooden lanterns cast a soft light across the road. Warriors, Merchants, Sword Smiths, and pedestrians walk up and down the roads. Above our heads, more elves walk across the rope bridges that conect the upper level of the city. 

I made my way through the crowd of elves and finaly reached a medium sized building/tree. Wooden pillars that were mended into the upper and lower parts of the buildings held it up and windows let in cool breathes of air. Inside, elves sat at large wooden benches. This is the Aprentices’ Pavillion. We eat our breakfast, lunch, and supper here.    

I walked up to the wooden counter top. Behind it, a rolly polly elf with scarlet red hair, stood.

“Alya!” the elf cried, “Good to see you.”

I smiled at her,” Hello, Garlien (Gahr-liehn).”

She served me my supper and I made my way with my tray to a table. My friends, Arwen (Ahr-wehn), Nithron (Nee-thronn), Herion (Hair-ee-on) were already sitting there.

I walked over to them and set my tray down in my usual place between Arwen and Nithron. Arwen is my age and she had long blonde hair just like mine that she always lets loose. Nithron has thick ginger hair that is cut short, exposing his pointed ears. Herion had white hair that falls into his blue eyes.

“Alya,” Nithron nods to me in that quiet way of his. I smiled at him.

Herion, sitting across from us looks at me. His electric blue eyes are as calm as always, “Good to see you,” he say and nods to me as well.

Arewn starts talking again. She’s a rather talketive elf. Still she’s a very good fighter. You don’t want to be in a taling of sword battle with her.

She’s talking about her sword practice now.

“Alya, want to take a walk in the forest with us?” Nithron asks.

“Sure,” I glance at him, “Why are we going?”

“I’m trying to imrove my plant magic skills,” he explains.

I nod, “All right. I’ll come.”

He smiled and goes back to his food and talking with Herion.

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That night, the four of us head into the forest. It was dark, yes. But elf’s eyes sight is like a cat’s. We can see in the dark. Even so, we each have our own light globe we created out of magical means.

The trees we tall and their bark wasn’t exactly brown. It was tinted with red and a little green. Finally we reached a small grove where vines and other smaller plants had been planted. This was our Plant Magic Training Ground. Here was where apprentices practiced their plant magic skills.

Nithron got right to work on growing a grape vine onto a tall tree. I trained my self on a small lavender plant. I was trying to make the flowers sprout when I heard the voices. One femal and two male. Slowly, I lower my hands and krept over to Arwen. She was sitting on a log, trying to make a daisy bloom.

“Arwen,” I whispered, “Come here.” Together we tip-toed to a large tree and hid behind it. On the other side of the grove, my….sister Talathiel (Tahl-ah-thee-ell) stood. Her friends, Beinion (Bey-nee-on) and Rilien (Rill-ee-ehn) stood with her. The were whispering, but i could just make out what they were saying.

“The planned attack is going to be on the fourteenth moon, correct?” Talathiel asked.

“Correct,” Rilien said, “They won’t even be expecting it. No one knows about it but us.”

Behind me, I heard Arwen’s sharp in take of breath.

“So we should sharpen our knives until then,” Benion smiled. His dark black eyes glinted in the moon light, “The Queen won’t even expect it.”

To be Continued…….

Without farther blabber from me

~Shadow*Phantom~  productions presents-

My first Eva Poem : Drum Roll :

A little boy

No older than seven

each day at recess

sits and stares.

He watches in awe

as a girl plays

 her light pink dress

rustling like autumn leaves.

He sits there each day,

and stares,

until Godzilla and his buddies come

and shove him down the slide

head first.

He watches until he feels a push,

and sees the ground growing near

He watches,till he screams in terror,

Till he feels the painful burn,

and gingerly rubs his red and bruised arms.

Until he wails in pain,

as he sees blood trickling over his skin

until he sees her watching him

and tears of shame come.

Then he pushes himself up,

looking sadly at the floor

and trudges of,

another shadow encircling his breaking heart.

another day,no different than any other,he watches her again

now more somber than before,

yet awe still clear in his eyes.

She glances up and smiles,

but he hides his face in shame,

her smile fades,and those beautiful eyes

look puzzled.

Then he feels a prod,

and stares up,up high,and sees Godzilla,

then the sky spins overhead,as he goes down,

tears already in his eyes,

another shadow of a million,

adding to the steadily growing cloak of darkness,

and the desire for revenge expands hand in hand with the darkness

Then,she is standing over him,her face contorted with worry,

she looks at him sadly,then extends her hand

he scoots away,suspicious.

The sadness in her face intensifies,then she looks up at Godzilla,

her face a mask of fury.

she stomps of,towards the teacher,

a few sharp brisk words,and Godzilla is gone.

She smiles her dazzling smile at him,like a ray of light,

that shattered the forming darkness and desire,

her hand is out again,he takes it,smiling

her smile grow wider,and she asks

for the first time in his life,

she asks,for him to play.

That night he goes to his parents,

who meet him expecting silent glares,yet he smiles

that night he chatters away,

as if trying to catch up on all that time of silence

then asks,what makes them stay together.

They smile,and show him the gold rings around their fingers.

That day at recess,he sits,and watches her smile and play,

then remembers the candies in his pockets

he takes them out,noticing they are melted

unwraps the gold and silver foil

and licks the chocolate happily of,

then a thought strikes him,

he rolls the foil up into a snake,

then makes a circle out of it,and puts it on his finger.

He eats the other candy,and makes another circle

then climbs down the ladder.

she looks at him and smiles.

He waves smiling back,

she skipps over to him,

he sheepishly asks for her hand,

and slips the band onto her finger

she smiles wider and pecks him on the cheek.

                                                …

in what seemed like no time at all,

he stares in awe as she walks to him,in a flowing white dress,

before he know it they are saying ‘I do’

and then he is told to get the rings.

he takes out a small box out of his pocket,and opens it,inside is the foil ring

the crowd murmurs in disapproval

but she laughs in delight,and smiles widely,

as he slips the ring over her finger.

I have always been the filthy scullery maid at Hampton’s Inn as long as  I remember.It was dirty work, made for the lowest of the low servants, as I expected, because nobody ever had great expectations of a scrawny petite girl, who kept her mouth shut most of the time to be actually considered mute. Nobody had great expectations… except me.

Of course I didn’t complain, no matter how disgusting and unjust  my life was. I kept my mouth shut, in fear of screaming all the nasty things people had yelled at me.Because inside of me, I was an angry pot filled to the brim , ready to spill over any minute.The only thing that helped me not give the landlord the handful that he deserved was my daily thought:”Someday they’ll be poor and I’ll be rich, and they’ll have to scrub floors and clean chamberpots.Someday I’m leaving this place”. I never thought my daydream would ever happen,but one day…it did.

                    Two elves stood under the moon light. One female and one male. The female wore a long green dress that looked light. Her long dark hair fell down her back in her back in soft curls. She pointed ears were hidden under a wreathe of pink flowers. The male was wearing a green tunic, who’s color matched the females dress. He also wore a wreathe, but this one was made up of multicolored leaves. The two were each standing one a large plate that was shaped to look like a leaf. The female’s dress’s train hung over the edge and almost touched the ground. They stood their for a few minutes. 

Elves gathered around to watch the wedding ceremony. An old elf by the name of Melda (Mehl-dah) stepped forward. She raised her head and spoke, “All of whom have gathered tonight! The world is not a peaceful place. Fights rage everyday, yet we must keep reproducing. So, even though it isn’t a peaceful time we came here to adjoin these two, young elves.”

She turned to the couple, “Now we will join hands.”

The two elves crossed wrists and the elderly elf tied them together with a strip of spring green ribbon.

~ Hey! If you liked the Prologue then please tell me! if you want me to improve it, then you can tell me how to improve it! I want all your criticisms and comments!

To be Continued….

The Good:

Alya (Ahl – yah)

 Arwen (Ahr-wehn)

Nithron (Nee-thronn)

Herion (Hair-ee-on) 

 The Evil:

Talathiel (Tahl-ah-thee-ell)

Beinion (Bey-nee-on)

Rilien (Rill-ee-ehn)

And so is Spring

Summer comes with an open breeze

The snow has melted

The flowers have bloomed

Now it’s time for rainbows and colors

One things stays the same, though

Green, green, green blades of grass

The sun’s going away

Summer has ended

Now comes Fall with some shivering breezes

Leaves roll across the wide roads

Their colors a mixture of red and purple

One small thing still remains, though

There are still; Green, green, green blades of grass

Now Fall’s gone and the cycle starts again

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall

Those are the Seaons

That’s all……..

One went plop and so did the other three. 

Three little alligators floating in a lake,

out came a woman and hit two with a rake

 Two little sparrows flying in the sky,

one saw a worm and cryed out “My!”   

 One little dog,barking at a cat.

The cat gave a hiss and yowled,

 ”you think you’re all that?”

Fog snaked around me like some preying beast that could barely restrain itself.It ran it’s cold damp fingers through my hair,and whispered to me in soothing tones,drawing me to my death.Yet I resisted.I had been wandering for hours hoping to find shelter and had let my imagination roam free.At one point of time I thought that I saw a group of people,people with claws and large bat like wings,which I ran from,but which turned out to be Lightning struck trees.I now  stumbled onward with my eyes closed,for they burned of the lack of an object to focus on.Something sharp and thing wound itself about my throat and I cried out in pain,and opened my eyes,to realize it was a branch.I felt my throat,it was wet,with something warm and thick. I looked at my hand,which was partly red,then at the branch.Just when I close my eyes I need them.I shook my head but trudged on.Then I aw something that send my heart  beating faster then helicopter blades.In front of me stood a small chapel.It almost seemed to shine with a bright white light.I did not even hesitate before running into the welcoming glow.I ran through the doorway and fell to my hands and knees,then sank to the ground.The coldness spread through my body carrying away the pain.I closed my eyes and sleep took me.I stood,in a place that was nothing.There was a beautiful maiden in front of me.She smiled and put her hands out welcomingly.A single thought lashed through my head.Take her hands,the right choice.I Clenched my teeth.The though pulsed again,this time not gentle like a caressing feather,but commanding,lashing at my mind like a whip.My hand twitched toward hers,but I did not move.NO. I managed to think,the maiden flinched with the weight of my word.Then her smile turned into a scowl,I would have never though a scowl could be so terrifying,then her whole face twisted as if in a soap bubble,but it was no longer the cheerful colors of the rainbow.It was a somber figure,it’s shell of control broken.It was grey and black and white and had the texture of wet paper.It’s pure black eyes glinted with malice,it bared it teeth in a horrible grin,it’s clawed hands reaching out to me hungrily. WRONG CHOISE It belowed in my mind, the thought twisted my mind into knots making me drop to the floor,limp with pain. I managed to push the thought out and shakily got to my feet.I felt no fear,no joy no excitement,I did not let emotions in,I simply stood.The creatures grin diminished. It gets it’s power from the dark emotions of humans,Hate ,Jealousy,Longing.And to the thing also Love,Excitement,Happiness were considered dark.I knew because I felt,the thing was part of me,yet which part I did not know.At this sudden realisation it’s form flared,expanding and folding in upon itself,then separating.I heard it’s thoughts as if they were my own.It became many colored ribbons of pink and red and violate.The beautiful soothing yet passionate colors of love,yet I saw the darkness of love that the creature strives on.The bands twirled and spun entwined and separated,became one then  thousands,in an elaborate dance,yet they did not turn over did not show their other sides,but the creature forced them to turn,and there were sickly shades of green and somber greys,The sight would have made one writhe in discomfort,and that was when I realized that I was nothing,that was why I did not feel,I did not think,and then I realized that the thing,that horrid thing,was thought.Thought is a beautiful and darling thing when we control,but when we loose our power over it.It becomes a vile and wicked thing.Breaking you into a puzzle,then reassembling you in unmatching  and twisted ways,Until you fit in no place or world.Suddenly everything was gone,there was only darkness.The thing was nothing,yet everything at the same time,then in the darkness I could see an indistinct shape,it wound it coils around me,probing fear and uncertainty into my mind,But I fought.As it wound it’s coils about me,I took them,I controlled them,and unknowingly I was regaining control of it,and then I was awake,and then there was nothing,for I was only thought and memory.

                             (Point of View)

I pushed open the car door as a large gust of wind blew fall leaves towards the large building, otherwise known as the airport. The building was made of glass and I could see brilliant white light emanating from the windows. My family, my mother, father, evil, oops, I mean, little brother, Faizan, got out of the car. My dad started looking around and my mom wrote down our parking lot number.

“You know,” I called to them, “We’re never going to get home if we set foot in that building.”

“Oh?” my mother replied absentmindedly,” Why do you think that, Sanaa?”

“Well, just take a look at that parking lot!” I cried, gazing at the expanse of cars that stretched to my right and left as far as I could see.

“Maybe,” my brother said, “you’ll get lost!”

The airport door slid open as my father pushed the button. Inside, I saw that the Los Angeles Airport resembled a circus.

There was a tall man in a top hat that looked like Abraham Lincoln arguing with rotund woman who was holding the, probably sticky hand of small toddler. There was a teenage girl about Sanna’s age, wearing a neon green jacket with neon yellow pants. Her hair was tied into five ponytails held by bright NEON pink hair bands.

  As we made our way through the odd assortment of people, I caught a glimpse of a long, long, LONG line ahead of us. When we reached the booth I saw that is said; TICKET LINE, in large, bold print.

“Are we really going to stand in that line?” I asked.

“Well, we have to,” my father shrugged and stepped into the line.

 Just as we were getting into the line, when a man, running and muttering like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland squeezed in front of us.

                                 Faizan

                           (Point of View)

Faizan was tired. Slowly he slid the Nintendo DS he wasn’t supposed to have, out of his pocket and started play “Star Wars” the game. After at least half and hour, he closed it and looked around. The line hadn’t moved much….

                                           Sanaa

                        (Point of View)

After half an hour, I was at the breaking point. I spotted a chair and dove for it. The chair was metal, but to me, it felt like feathers. I closed my eyes and fell asleep…

I woke with a start as a gruff voice said, “Wake up, young lady.”

I opened my eyes to see a young man shaking me.

“What?” I asked groggily.

“Why are you asleep?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’m waiting for my parent at the ticket line…” I glanced at the booth as gasped. Only four couples were standing in line and NONE of them was my family!

I jumped up fast, startling the man.

Obviously, the man sensed that change in my mood. One moment, I was a sleepy 12 year old and the next moment I was a startled girl, all ALONE in the airport!

“Aren’t your parents here?” he asked.

“My, my parents are gone…”

“Well? Come on then. Let’s go and find them!” he smiled and called to another man, “Hold my place for me, Marty. I’ve got to get this girl to her family!”

About fifteen minutes later, we entered flight 24 and there, lo and behold, was my FAMILY!

“Is that them?” the man asked, following my gaze.

“Yes!” I cried running to them.

My brother was speaking quickly to my parents, “She isn’t around here!”

“You guys! I’m right here!” I cried.

“My mom turned to look at me, then at my brother, “See, I told you she wasn’t lost.

Sanaa

                             (Point of View)

I pushed open the car door as a large gust of wind blew fall leaves towards the large building, otherwise known as the airport. The building was made of glass and I could see brilliant white light emanating from the windows. My family, my mother, father, evil, oops, I mean, little brother, Faizan, got out of the car. My dad started looking around and my mom wrote down our parking lot number.

“You know,” I called to them, “We’re never going to get home if we set foot in that building.”

“Oh?” my mother replied absentmindedly,” Why do you think that, Sanaa?”

“Well, just take a look at that parking lot!” I cried, gazing at the expanse of cars that stretched to my right and left as far as I could see.

“Maybe,” my brother said, “you’ll get lost!”

The airport door slid open as my father pushed the button. Inside, I saw that the Los Angeles Airport resembled a circus.

There was a tall man in a top hat that looked like Abraham Lincoln arguing with rotund woman who was holding the, probably sticky hand of small toddler. There was a teenage girl about Sanna’s age, wearing a neon green jacket with neon yellow pants. Her hair was tied into five ponytails held by bright NEON pink hair bands.

  As we made our way through the odd assortment of people, I caught a glimpse of a long, long, LONG line ahead of us. When we reached the booth I saw that is said; TICKET LINE, in large, bold print.

“Are we really going to stand in that line?” I asked.

“Well, we have to,” my father shrugged and stepped into the line.

 Just as we were getting into the line, when a man, running and muttering like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland squeezed in front of us.

                                 Faizan

                           (Point of View)

Faizan was tired. Slowly he slid the Nintendo DS he wasn’t supposed to have, out of his pocket and started play “Star Wars” the game. After at least half and hour, he closed it and looked around. The line hadn’t moved much….

                                           Sanaa

                        (Point of View)

After half an hour, I was at the breaking point. I spotted a chair and dove for it. The chair was metal, but to me, it felt like feathers. I closed my eyes and fell asleep…

I woke with a start as a gruff voice said, “Wake up, young lady.”

I opened my eyes to see a young man shaking me.

“What?” I asked groggily.

“Why are you asleep?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’m waiting for my parent at the ticket line…” I glanced at the booth as gasped. Only four couples were standing in line and NONE of them was my family!

I jumped up fast, startling the man.

Obviously, the man sensed that change in my mood. One moment, I was a sleepy 12 year old and the next moment I was a startled girl, all ALONE in the airport!

“Aren’t your parents here?” he asked.

“My, my parents are gone…”

“Well? Come on then. Let’s go and find them!” he smiled and called to another man, “Hold my place for me, Marty. I’ve got to get this girl to her family!”

About fifteen minutes later, we entered flight 24 and there, lo and behold, was my FAMILY!

“Is that them?” the man asked, following my gaze.

“Yes!” I cried running to them.

My brother was speaking quickly to my parents, “She isn’t around here!”

“You guys! I’m right here!” I cried.

“My mom turned to look at me, then at my brother, “See, I told you she wasn’t lost.