The Sequence

This is the warning
This is the warning of something
This is the warning of something big
This is the warning
You have been warned

This is the beginning
This is the beginning of something
This is the beginning of something big
This is the beginning
Prepare yourself

This is the middle
This is the middle of something
This is the middle of something big
This is the middle
Prepare yourself

This is the preparation
This is the preparation of something
This is the preparation of something big
This is the preparation
You are prepared

This is the end
This is the end of something
This is the end of something big
This is the end
You have survived

 
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Valentines

As I was driving to school today, thinking maybe today wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought it would…and then I saw the glowing pink sun. I knew there was plenty of ‘blah-blah-blah’ science that was behind it-yawn-but really, today of all days, the sun was pink. See, today was the day that I hate most of all…

Valentine’s Day.

  

Ya, ok, Valentines Day wouldn’t be that bad, unless you’re me and your name is Princess Crystal Temple. Everyone likes to tease me because my name is “Princess.” My mom has a really sick sense of humor. My sister’s name is Apple Pennie Temple. Anyway, today was destined to be bad. Very bad.
Valentine’s Day has never been good for me. When I was six, my best friend, Jimmy, ditched me for the boys and I was friendless for 2 years due to shyness. When I was 8, I forgot to bring my Valentines from home for the class and the teacher wrote a note home saying that it was “rude and disrespectful for Princess to not participate in this class tradition.” Because of that, I was grounded for a month! Since then, as I’ve gotten older, my curse has always gotten worse.

To be continued…
Double The Love
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A Small Part of a Long Story

“Come on Katie, let’s GO!” Barbra yelled from across the hall, “We’re gonna be late!” Katie rolled her eyes and pulled the covers over her head. Every morning was the same: Katie will hit the snooze button, sleep for 3 minutes past what she should, and suddenly she and Barbra, her twin sister, are gonna be late to school. After a few minutes of feeling sorry for herself, Katie groaned and yelled back, “Fine! I’m up. But I get the bathroom now, not in 15 minutes, when we have to leave.
Barbra laughed, “That is so not going to happen.”
“Sure it will. If I don’t get in there now, I’ll just stay in bed. Maybe we don’t need to be on time today”
This time it was Barbra that groaned. A few seconds later, she appears in the doorway, her still soaking-wet strawberry-blonde hair dripping onto her new purple-and-white sweater. She glared at Katie. “I hope your happy.”
Katie grinned. “You know I am.” She jumped off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and ran to the bathroom before Barbra could argue.

“You are not-I repeat, not- wearing that to school to day!” Barbra exclaimed when Katie reappeared in the doorway of the bedroom in her school athletics uniform- black gym shorts and a gray shirt with the words ‘Lion Athletics’ in orange letters on it. “I get that you’re on the basketball team, but if you keep showing up in that I’m going to deny knowing you.”
Katie rolled her eyes again. “I’m bringing another set of clothes for after athletics, so can I still be your sister?” She help up an orange-and-white striped shirt and blue-jeans. After a fake pause of consideration, Barbra agreed. “But not before gym.” She said as she walked past Katie and left the room. Katie, for the fourth time this morning, rolled her eyes and followed her sister out of their bedroom.

“Mom, can you please drive us to school today?” Barbra asked Mrs. Livingston, her mother, faking a sweet tone, then taking a bite of her eggs in front of her, “Oh! And these eggs are delicious!” While she was chewing slowly, pretending to savor her food, she winked at Katie and Katie grinned. The sisters fought about almost everything, but they agreed on two things: they both hated the bus and they both hated their mom’s cooking.

Mr. Livingston laughed, “Barbra, your mother and I let you and your sister pick one day per month that we’ll drive you to school and you already picked the 13th.”
“That’s so unfair!” Katie and Barbra both exclaimed at the same time.
“The 13th’s our birthday, we should get a free-day then!” Katie said.
“And besides,” Barbra added, “Jessica is meeting me at the front of the school, and I can’t be seen getting off the bus.”
Katie got up to rinse her plate, “Please Barbra, why do you even care what Jessica thinks? She’s just a wanna-be “popular girl” that only cares about how she looks.”
“Katie!” Mrs. Livingston scolded, “Why would you say something like that? And besides, y’all should have brought this up earlier if you wanted 2 days. You’ve missed your change.”
Reluctantly, Katie and Barbra grabbed their backpacks and glanced at at each other. It was obvious they were both thinking the same thing, “Parents.” Suddenly the twins heard the screeching of one of their parents’ chairs. They turned around to see both of their parents smiling down on them. Their parents looked at each other, and Barbra and Katie started getting nervous.
“Before you girls go, we have something to give you.” Mr. Livingston said, “As you know, your mom and I will be gone because of work on your birthday, so your grandmother will be driving you to school and everywhere for a week.”
Katie groaned, “But she never lets us go anywhere! Once I asked to go to Alex’s house to study for a big science test and she said no!”
Mrs. Livingston continued for her husband, pretending Katie didn’t say anything, “We just got word that we have to leave 3 days early, which means we’ll be leaving tomorrow. So, we have your birthday presents now.”
Katie and Barbra grinned and high-fived behind their backs where their parent’s couldn’t see. Then, both of their parents pulled small sparkling silver boxes from behind their backs and handed them to each of the girls.

To Be Continued…

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Jack Frost’s Curse

Have you ever wondered why it gets colder in some places than in others? It’s not because of the ‘placement’ of the equator like your Social studies teacher told you. Oh no. It’s much, much, much more. This story has been passed on for years and years (ever since December 12, 2013!). This is the real reason why some places are colder than others:

It all started a long time ago…

Once upon a time (sorry I couldn’t think of another way to start it) there was a little boy named Jack. He was born in Minnesota. However, at this time, there was no such thing as cold, no snow, so Minnesota was as hot as Texas.

Jack was just a normal boy: he went to school, he did his work, and he made friends. However, when Jack got into middle school, he moved to Texas. The kids there picked on him since he wasn’t from there. Sometimes they would lock him outside when it was really hot out. Naturally, Jack started to get mad. The next time the kids locked him outside, he didn’t push at the door or try desperately to get in. He just walked away. He climbed into the nearest tree and stood.

The kids were confused. They didn’t understand why Jack wasn’t upset. Meanwhile, Jack was at work in his tree, but he didn’t know it. Jack was constantly wishing for it to be colder. Suddenly, the tree turn frosty and cold. The bullies gasped and ran away from the door yelling, “Jack made frost! He’s Jack Frost (get it now?)!”
Jack was furious. He ran towards the school. Everywhere he stepped got snowy and cold. When he touched the door, it froze. He was confused. Jack started running around, touching everything he could. Everything turned to frost. People started gathering around to see Jack Frost,the freak that made cold. Jack was humiliated. He ran of, away from everyone, not to be see for years.

While he was gone, Jack swore revenge on those people that embarrassed him. He decided that annually he would make it freezing cold in where ever those kids were, and their defendants. The kids all moved up north to get away from him, but they were really cold ever year to mark the day they made fun of him. Jack also wanted to make it cold every now and then in Texas because of the other people.

And that is why it is cold in some places and not in others.

The Town…

Have you ever played a game where you say a sentence and then someone else says a sentence and it goes on through the group, and the goal is to make a short-story with the sentences? My friend, Elizabeth (Lizzie)  came over to my house one day and we played that game. We came up with the following story. I hope you enjoy, we will be writing the ending soon so check back soon. Write what you think in a comment, we would love to hear your opinion.

There once was a 12-year-old girl named Annie walking through a town a few villages away from her own. The town was black, with dust flying up into her eyes. While walking through the town, wanting to get out as fast as possible, she saw, out of the corner of her eye, a group of teenagers with pale faces and black hoods over their heads… then they disappeared. She walked over to the ally where she thought they had gone, but the only way they could have gotten out would have been to climb the 50 foot wall surrounding the town. She thought she saw a bush rustling. She screamed and ran out of the town.
The next day her mother told her to go back to the town to sell bread. She freaked out and begged her mom not to make her go. Her mom said, “You are being ridiculous, it was probably just an animal.” and sent her out. Reluctantly, Annie left for the town with the bread basket. The first house she stopped at was a big, dusty, old castle that looked like it had not been used in a thousand years, yet there were horses in the stable and a dog barking inside. Annie caustically knocked on the door. A boy, who looked her age creaked the door open slightly, showing only his eye. “What do you want?” he said. She slowly found her voice, only just realizing she had lost it. “I…I came to sell b…bread.” Turning to leave, closing the door behind him, he said, “I don’t want any bread.” Gaining her confidence, she said, “I came to sell bread, so I am going to sell bread. Not everyone is a rich as you! This town has it so good and never even thinks of the rest of us!” The boy looked at her, with sad eyes. When she was beginning to release her anger, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pale, hooded people from the ally again. When she turned to look at them, they disappeared, just as before. She turns her head around again and says, “What is wrong with this town? I keep seeing these…” the boy had walked closer to her now, and she had taken that as a cue to stop talking. The boy, slightly looking down, had a look in his eyes, something she never seen on anyone in the town before. “I have no idea what you are talking about. Just get out.” He turned and left, leaving her more frightened than ever before.

 

That night at her house, she was still thinking about the boy in the town. She had finally realized what the look in his eyes was. It was fear, but not of her, of telling. As if he did, something horrible would happen to someone.

To Be Continued…