As we kept on driving, I thought to myself, Why does this guy have me kidnapped? How come the police are everywhere today? Where in the world is mom? I had been thinking these thoughts over and over again in my head. That is until I jerked forward - practically shooting off my seat. Then - just as fast as I shot off, I shot back. Again- does this guy have a license?! Besides Andrew's license? Anyway; I searched for the end of my seat belt while the man kept shouting, "Come on! Lets get a move on!" I finally found my seat belt and and let it quietly click out. Once I got out of the car, I stood in front of an old, rickety, cabin. Some of the roof's shingles were missing, the windows were gray and foggy - some of them shattered - , and the door was nothing but a screen door that had lost one of it's hinges. The rest of the house was full-out covered in holes.
"Nice house," I teased sarcastically. The man just grumbled.
We stepped on the porch - which almost split under our weight - then the man opened the door with a loud screeeeeeeech! Inside was ten times as scary as the outside and two times as scary as a haunted house! There were clothes scattered everywhere, old, rotten food lie on a water stained table - that looked as if it had broken, and got sealed together with duct tape - there was bits and scraps of newspaper strewn all over the floor, and the rest I'd rather not discuss.
"Um, try to make yourself at home." the man said, sounding somewhat shocked, as if he didn't notice that his house was a total pigsty until now. The man headed toward the refrigerator. "Looks like I'm all out of food. I'm gonna go to the grocery store. You stay here and uh, be good. Okay sweetie?"
"Sweetie?! I'm fourteen!"
"Oh, did I say sweetie? I, I meant uh, kid. I guess. Sorry, I used to have a kid. But, then I lost him, no, her, Ugh! It! I lost it! That was years ago, though."
"Uh-huh," I said blankly.
The door screeched close. Man, this place was a comeplete pigsty! Something just had to be done! (Ping!) Well, The dude's gone, I'm alone and I'm queen neatness, let's see what I can do here...
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Chapter 4
Why on Earth were those police cars chasing us?! Man, I don't know what's up with all the sirens and police cars today, but it sure is starting to freak me out!
"Duck, kid! Lay down on the seat!" the man demanded, sounding panicky.
"Why?" I asked. I was starting to cry.
"Ugh! Listen to me! Just lay down and cover yourself with whatever you see back there! And quickly!
I was sobbing by now. This guy must be a criminal! The car, the police, me being kidnapped, EVERYTHING! This freak must have broken out of jail, or something close to that! My point is, I have to find a way to escape without this freakazoid knowing!
(Man, I seriously need to come up with a name for this guy 'cause I have given him like twenty names already!) Anyway; Back to topic!
I immediately found a quilt and bunched it over my body so it looked like there was just a piled, bunched up heap in the backseat.
We finally pulled over, or it felt like we did. I poked an eensy, weensy, little hole into the quilt so I could peek through it. I saw the man putting on a fake mustache and big, squarish, 80's sunglasses. Oh, man! He looked like Billy Ray Cyrus, when he's dressed up on Hannah Montana! Boy, is that dorky!? A cop was heading towards the car.
"May I see a license, please?" the cop asked. The man handed the cop Andrew Johnson's license. Andrew had on the exact same mustache and sunglasses in his picture. This man must have looked at the license ahead of time and observed the picture. Oh, so clever! This cop was pretty dang stupid to fall for that! I mean, come on! This dude looked nothing like Andrew Johnson! The police man took the license to his car for a minute. Once he came back, he asked the man to get out of the car for a moment. The police officer started talking to the man. I heard the door slam shut. I took the quilt off my body. I was sweating and my face was red. Man, that quilt would definitely keep you warm at night! You'd probably comfortable for only at least an hour, even if you were extremely cold! I saw the man with a piece of paper tucked in between his fingers. I had to think and observe for a minute. Well, the police had to talk to him, he was going pretty dang fast, hmmm, it's a ticket! The police were chasing us, this guy zoomed, I had to hide under a roasting quilt, and the moment got all dramatic, for this guy to get a speeding ticket?!?! Oh my gosh! How stupid!
"Duck, kid! Lay down on the seat!" the man demanded, sounding panicky.
"Why?" I asked. I was starting to cry.
"Ugh! Listen to me! Just lay down and cover yourself with whatever you see back there! And quickly!
I was sobbing by now. This guy must be a criminal! The car, the police, me being kidnapped, EVERYTHING! This freak must have broken out of jail, or something close to that! My point is, I have to find a way to escape without this freakazoid knowing!
(Man, I seriously need to come up with a name for this guy 'cause I have given him like twenty names already!) Anyway; Back to topic!
I immediately found a quilt and bunched it over my body so it looked like there was just a piled, bunched up heap in the backseat.
We finally pulled over, or it felt like we did. I poked an eensy, weensy, little hole into the quilt so I could peek through it. I saw the man putting on a fake mustache and big, squarish, 80's sunglasses. Oh, man! He looked like Billy Ray Cyrus, when he's dressed up on Hannah Montana! Boy, is that dorky!? A cop was heading towards the car.
"May I see a license, please?" the cop asked. The man handed the cop Andrew Johnson's license. Andrew had on the exact same mustache and sunglasses in his picture. This man must have looked at the license ahead of time and observed the picture. Oh, so clever! This cop was pretty dang stupid to fall for that! I mean, come on! This dude looked nothing like Andrew Johnson! The police man took the license to his car for a minute. Once he came back, he asked the man to get out of the car for a moment. The police officer started talking to the man. I heard the door slam shut. I took the quilt off my body. I was sweating and my face was red. Man, that quilt would definitely keep you warm at night! You'd probably comfortable for only at least an hour, even if you were extremely cold! I saw the man with a piece of paper tucked in between his fingers. I had to think and observe for a minute. Well, the police had to talk to him, he was going pretty dang fast, hmmm, it's a ticket! The police were chasing us, this guy zoomed, I had to hide under a roasting quilt, and the moment got all dramatic, for this guy to get a speeding ticket?!?! Oh my gosh! How stupid!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Honors Orchestra
Okay, I might post a lot of stuff on here bragging about how smart and talented I am if you don't mind :) Anyway; So, On Thursday of last week, I auditioned for something called Honors Orchestra, which is a very, VERY good and advanced orchestra for 5th graders. I hadn't practiced at ALL the week before and knew that I just wouldn't make it - because obviously the piece of music I had to play was advanced - so, when Ms.Paule (the orchestra director) called me to audition, I started panicking and doubting myself. While I was playing the piece, I, of course thought that I was playing very badly. But, when I finished, I miraculously made it into Honors! I can't explain to you how shocked I was that I made it in. To make the moment even more shocking, Ms.Paule said that I had played amazingly! So, there is some sort of a moral in this amazing story, too. #1. Uh, always practice anything that may be unexpected. And, #2. Never doubt yourself, especially when you're really good at something.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
I Think I Have Let the Suspense Build Long Enough . . .
Chapter 3
The gas station looked like an old, abandoned, shaft actually.It looked somewhat familiar , too. I think I used to go here all the time as a little girl when it was a, hmmm, what was it? Bingo! Now I remember! It used to be a very popular ice cream parlor. The wacko was heading back towards the car. I quickly smacked the blindfold on my face again. Ow! I gotta stop doing that! My face will turn red if I don't stop! Yikes! The man got into the car.
"Hey, kid!" the man exclaimed, his voice sounding a lot like my dad's. You know, low and sort of scratchy. But that's impossible. My dad was put in jail ten years ago when I was four. It couldn't have been my dad. Unless, neh! "Hey kid!" the man repeated."Do you like ice cream?"
"Do I like what?" I questoined.
"Like ice cream. Do you like ice cream?" the man asked.
"Depends on what kind. Why do you need to know?"
"Just hold out your hands."
I reached out my hands. I touched something soft and sticky. "What is this stuff?" I asked, sort of grossed out.
" Well, take off the blindfold!" the man demanded, really annoyed. "captain obvious" I heard him grumble under his breath.
I pretended to take off the blindfold.
"It's mint chocolate chip, your favorite," the man said, offering me an ice cream cone.
I took the ice cream out of the man's giant hands. The man's hands were the size of my dad's, too! Strange! Anyway; As I took the ice cream cone, I said," How'd you know mint chocolate chip was my favorite flavor in ice cream?" I asked suspiciously.
The man's eyes widened. " Uh, wild hunch?"
"Hmmm, I'll let that slide this once." I replied. "So, uh, why do you have me? You know, like, kidnapped? Do you need to get hooked up with someone? It looks like you could seriously use some company! Trust me, I'm an expert." I giggled. The man just glared at me and growled. "Sorry! No need to take offense!" I said quickly before he reacted to any of those words.
"Listen kid! It's best that you don't mess with me, okay?!"
"y, y, (cough) yes sir!" I stammered.
" I have you because, well, I need you 'cause, hmmm, how can I explain this to you with out totally giving away the whole thing?" the man asked, with suspense.
"Totally giving what away?"
"Ugh! Oh, just forget it! Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride, an eat your ice cream!"
Two, no, three things. 1. How can I enjoy the ride when I'm with a complete stranger?! 2. This guy is acting more and more dumb than he already is whenever I ask a simple question! And 3. Are those police cars on our tail?!?!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The gas station looked like an old, abandoned, shaft actually.It looked somewhat familiar , too. I think I used to go here all the time as a little girl when it was a, hmmm, what was it? Bingo! Now I remember! It used to be a very popular ice cream parlor. The wacko was heading back towards the car. I quickly smacked the blindfold on my face again. Ow! I gotta stop doing that! My face will turn red if I don't stop! Yikes! The man got into the car.
"Hey, kid!" the man exclaimed, his voice sounding a lot like my dad's. You know, low and sort of scratchy. But that's impossible. My dad was put in jail ten years ago when I was four. It couldn't have been my dad. Unless, neh! "Hey kid!" the man repeated."Do you like ice cream?"
"Do I like what?" I questoined.
"Like ice cream. Do you like ice cream?" the man asked.
"Depends on what kind. Why do you need to know?"
"Just hold out your hands."
I reached out my hands. I touched something soft and sticky. "What is this stuff?" I asked, sort of grossed out.
" Well, take off the blindfold!" the man demanded, really annoyed. "captain obvious" I heard him grumble under his breath.
I pretended to take off the blindfold.
"It's mint chocolate chip, your favorite," the man said, offering me an ice cream cone.
I took the ice cream out of the man's giant hands. The man's hands were the size of my dad's, too! Strange! Anyway; As I took the ice cream cone, I said," How'd you know mint chocolate chip was my favorite flavor in ice cream?" I asked suspiciously.
The man's eyes widened. " Uh, wild hunch?"
"Hmmm, I'll let that slide this once." I replied. "So, uh, why do you have me? You know, like, kidnapped? Do you need to get hooked up with someone? It looks like you could seriously use some company! Trust me, I'm an expert." I giggled. The man just glared at me and growled. "Sorry! No need to take offense!" I said quickly before he reacted to any of those words.
"Listen kid! It's best that you don't mess with me, okay?!"
"y, y, (cough) yes sir!" I stammered.
" I have you because, well, I need you 'cause, hmmm, how can I explain this to you with out totally giving away the whole thing?" the man asked, with suspense.
"Totally giving what away?"
"Ugh! Oh, just forget it! Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride, an eat your ice cream!"
Two, no, three things. 1. How can I enjoy the ride when I'm with a complete stranger?! 2. This guy is acting more and more dumb than he already is whenever I ask a simple question! And 3. Are those police cars on our tail?!?!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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