Daily Archives: January 20, 2011
Happy Snow Day Everyone!
Just wanted to let you know I’ve either received your stories by email or by blog. I’ve printed them out and am adding edits and suggestions. I will give these to you Saturday. Looking forward! You are an amazingly talented bunch!!!!
It’s 10:15 A.M. Hour 3. Biology. I’m sitting next to Jack Summers, the dumbest kid one could ever know. Well, he’s not THAT dumb. He’s just a total science geek and nothing else. Trust me; as the most popular girl in the school, I definitely know how nerdy he is. As far as I’m concerned, Jack’s probably the only kid who even likes biology. Everyone else will die sooner or later of boredom. The group that dies will include me, that’s for sure.
About time to introduce myself, isn’t it? I’m Elizabeth Kingston. You can call me Lizzie, though. Everyone does. One thing you definitely need to know about me? I hate biology. And it’s not my fault that I’m stuck in it. It’s not an elective. It was either this or chemistry. I opted for the “easier” one. Well, you know how people say things change over time? Now I’m regretting taking biology. All my friends (who are also the most popular girls) are taking chemistry. Janelle Simon, Lisa Bradley, even Katie Schroeder, who practically worships me and follows me everywhere.
I turn to the whiteboard, sighing. Mrs. Fletcher, as usual, has written down the assignment for the class period. I guess we’ll all be dissecting frogs today.
“OMG. I can’t wait to dissect frogs!” I say brightly to Mrs. Fletcher. “I’ve been waiting to do this since my freshman year!” And I can’t wait for class to end, I think to myself. To be honest, I’ve NEVER wanted to dissect frogs. I’m just really good at pretending and acting, and it also helps if you’re the teacher’s pet.
“Isn’t it great?” She beams at me. “If you like it so much, I can assign you to do the calculations and dissection,” Mrs. Fletcher offers.
Ugh, no! She really needs to get her facts straight. “Oh, it’s okay,” I say sweetly. “I’ll let Jack do it – he’ll do so much better than I can!”
“All right, then,” Mrs. Fletcher announces. “Class, please settle down. We will begin the experiment, once everyone sits down.”
“Um, Mrs. Fletcher? What if our science partner isn’t here?” one boy asks.
“I guess you can do the experiment on your own, then!” Mrs. Fletcher smiles at him. “All right,” she proceeds. “I’ll call out names, and once you hear your name, please come up to get the necessary materials.”
She begins calling names. “John Ashford. Lizzie Kingston. Jane Martin…!”
Walking towards the front of the room, I skim the list on the whiteboard. Two notebooks, three markers, one tape measurer, one roll of paper towels. No, wait. There’s something else. It seems to be written smaller than everything else. Is it just me? I lean forward to get a closer look. The words say “magnifying glass.” Ha, irony.
I walk over to the tub, picking one up, but something feels wrong. Suddenly, a memory flashes in my mind. I see a flash of what happened three years ago, and I remember what caused it. My sandal strap (hey, it can’t hurt to wear sandals in October, can it?) gets caught on the desk leg, and I stumble, dropping the magnifying glass. It shatters on the hard, white-tiled floor, and something strange happens.
As it shatters, the clear glass catches light, and the magnifying glass seems to break into millions of red, yellow, and orange shards. The black handle, however, remains intact. I try to walk away, but my sandal is still stuck. I fall, my legs getting the worst of the impact. Wearing a short skirt, I could do nothing but watch as the shimmering glass crystals cut into my legs. My hands, which I had used to steady my fall, were covered with glass crystals and smears of blood.
Mrs. Fletcher comes running over. “Lizzie, are you all right? Should we take you to the nurse’s office?”
I manage a weak smile. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I struggle to my feet, heading for the sink. “I’ll clean up the shards. I’m sorry I broke the magnifying glass.”
“Oh, honey, it’s fine. I’m more concerned about your legs, though. Are you sure you don’t want to go to the nurse’s office?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll have to be excused from gym. My legs are pretty sore.” I say, wincing.
So, of course, I go to the nurse’s office. I go at snail pace, until I find a wheelchair in the hallway. I wheel myself into the nurse’s office and get my legs cleaned and bandaged. As the nurse removed the last shard of glass, I saw it again. The same reddish-golden glow that seemed to radiate from the glass. I remember. I let out a gasp. The magnifying glasses that caused total destruction three years ago in my hometown. The ones that ignited and burned, causing chaos all around. They were no doubt the Fireglasses.
One day, I, Rita, of age twelve, sat down, tired, bored, and sort of hungry. The day’s just started, and I’m nearly falling asleep. And Miss Bossy Bossertins bossy Pants Rina is keeping me in my room for the whole entire day! Birdo’s even bored, chasing her tail, basically trying to get busy. Of age 16, Rina is so vial, she won’t even let me read, and she said she’d promise to stuff lunch under the door. I’m nice to her, but she’s not nice back….
I tried to think of crazy ideas to act of while being in my locked, chained, taped, blocked, laser fielded room. I never ever thought Rina even was so complicated, but still simple at the same time. I swung in my lilac colored Hello Kitty spinning chair, thinking, and thinking, and thinking and thinking… And I had a surely crazy idea; I’ll go into that old cellar no one’s ever been in! I hope I’ll break record of the craziest girl ever living! That is, if I survive down there…
I’d bring my friends along too, they knew the way into my room from my window. I dialed the number on my iPhone, they were triplets. As soon as they came, Rina FINALLY shoved food under the doorway! As soon as Bregita, Toni, and Jet McThunder, (their pet hawk) arrived, they picked at the assorted ham sandwiches I prepared and nibbled on the potato chips Rina had choose. I snatched frozen fish bits for baby Jet, and beef jerky for Birdo.
I went through my all prepared closet for 3 huge backpacks and 2 little packs for Jet and Birdo. Toni’s pack had: skateboard polisher, an extra set of skateboarding wheels, water, protein bars, tracker device and its system, phone, a flashlight with extra batteries, a compass, and of course, a skateboard, but not inside the backpack!! Bregita had brought a bright pink overstuffed travel purse, filled with a violet camera and extra film, floatable motor scooter wheels, tracker device and its system, phone, Sparkling Spam chapstick, nail polish, note pad with pink pencils, crackers, vitamin water, and obviously a floater motor scooter, but that wouldn’t fit in a purse. The pets had tracker devices and blankets. And let’s just say, I’m really prepared, because at least 50% of my all purpose closet is in my sack.
As quiet as mice, or as hawks and dogs, we all crept to the small area where a big poster of Michael Jackson hung quietly, urging us to go inside. With little confidence, I slowly displaced the huge poster to the side, only to reveal that abandoned cellar door. It was gray with dust and nostalgia with mold. Bregita eagerly pulled the cellar door open, hoping to see a dream. All we could make out in the blackness were beige, stony, steps.
We stepped all steps that needed to be stepped. At last we came to a wobbly wood plank bridge. I decided that I needed to take action. I grabbed a blue glow stick and slammed it down a small opening in the steep steps. We all looked down. But this wasn’t like a dream; it was like a nightmare.
All of us, the pets and the twins and I, all reared back a couple steps, terrified. The whole cellar that looked like a cave flooded with a creepy silver color and a soothing serendipity gold color. A deep gentle roar came from the mysterious golden lights, while an unpleasant screech echoed from the suspicious silver lights. I stared my dumb stare at the lights as I slowly chewed a string of licorice. Toni and Bregita were captivated, just as I was. The beasts had a conversation; barking and squawking.
Without thinking, we all cautiously inched over the plank bridge. As we treaded, the little rope handles fell, and the bridge shook violently. So violent, that we all fell, down, and down….
We landed, and we all expected to die. Except Jet flew, and Birdo used the blanket as a parachute biting the corners. We unexpectedly landed on soft and smooth scales. Then that pleasant roar sounded again……
I realized we had landed on the wing of a dragon! I knew a bit about dragons. In fact, I brought a whole guide of them! Before the dragon could attack, I flipped the book open and saw it. Now I was on a mospot ‘Gentle Giant’ Lightning Dragon!
As I marveled at my discovery, the glowing golden dragon nudged me and made sounds. I jumped, but then heaved out my dragon translation dictionary.
“What’s she saying?” Toni asked.
“Hmm… let’s see. Tiny gurgling sounds, raspy squeaks…” I mumbled. “Ahh! She is saying umm… that she needs to err… defeat the uh… other dragon on the other wall? No, side.”
I suddenly realized that the “evil” enemy, the silver dragon, wanted to take over the gold dragon’s things. The dragon used its powerful wings to shovel out a humongous rock, revealing a rock podium containing the brightest polished lilac stone, sparking in the little hiding space.
“Whoa, so priddy! I think she wants us to protect this from whatever is on the other side!” exclaimed Bregita. “Hey, look! On the stand where the rock is, there’s an engraving! Toni, read it to us; you are the closest, plus you’ve got contacts!”
“Okey-dokey, this is the Stone of Love? Whoever is touched with this, will be kind to whoever used it on them, Signed wizard Munto? Ok, this is just plain stupid, but what could get any weirder than ~~ WHEEE!!!!”
Toni slid down a vine slide on to a small rocky dining table, while a large vine, obeying the dragon’s command, served Toni unique berries in a beautiful leafy bowl.
“~~This! Man! Am I hungry! Only if these were raspberries…” she muttered.
Poof! To my astonishment, they formed from a sausage-like shape, to the red orbs of a raspberry. Amazing, I wonder when Toni says, “Blueberry,” the weird berry things will become blueberries. Just as Toni bit, she said it was as hard as rock!
Just then the wall we hadn’t noticed rumbled, then slowly slid through a large slot in the ground. We each grabbed a couple of things, well, just because. Toni snatched a jar of skateboard waxing, tweezers, flashlight, blood drawing equipment and test tubes, to contain the blood of whatever she wanted to contain the blood of.
Bregita dug though her large travel bag to find her lavender bottle of pink essence, byzantine colored nail polish, and a sparkly fuchsia and orchid polka-dotted sharp nail file. Again, I am much too prepared to tell you what I contained in my hand then, but you will learn, this was 2 years ago.
The large rocky, pieced, wall lowered no more. The silver dragon screeched again. I thought this dude needed a haircut!!
“Omg, omg, omg, omg, omg,” Bregita was staring straight at the dragon.
Yo, Toni! Ride around him on your skateboard! Make him dizzy!” I screamed. I knew the sleek silver dragon couldn’t understand English.
OK!!!!!!” she screamed, she was almost crushed by a boulder!
Somehow, Bregita managed to climb on the devil dragon’s neck without being seen. I stopped in astonishment as Bregita kept stabbing the idiot dragon with the sharp file (the sparkles were falling off) and reprimanding; the slightest bit of the blood cleanly tricked out.
“Dude! Catch the blood!”
And as she skated by, Toni threw me the blood drawing equipment. At the last second, I threw myself toward the now enraged dragon to catch the sparkling blood. The gold dragon carried me up to the stone podium to pour what seemed like 1 cup of the turquoise liquid. The stone glowed with brightness, the dragon spoke to me, and she said, (her language) that to put the stone on the silvery dragon, on the dent in her head. For the first time I noticed that!
“Bregita! Distract it with the perfume! And while it’s unfocused, put the ‘priddy’ stone into that dent!”
She did as she was told, and soon, the ugly dragon fainted. I wanted to destroy it, I was furious! The golden dragon chewed on a chain that hung around the creature and an Isabelline key clinked to the ground. We walked forward toward a periwinkle door; and as soon as it was opened, an old man in a locked cage said that that key could open all the locks in the world.
The man looked nice, so we freed him and the other dragons. One was hunter-green, (earth powers) misty yellow, (a rare heavens creature) a ghost white cloud dragon, and a purple thunder dragon.
The old man said, “I am Munto.”
And then he shrank the lizards to gecko size and put them under our care along with the Stone of Love he spelled us back into my room, all clean like nothing had happened.
I touched Rina with the stone of love, and yes, she was nice.
For the dragons, I’ve sent them to Toni’s for some real fun!
I built a fort today! It is a cave. Here’s a picture:
It didn’t take too long, but smoothing out the floor and shoveling out the snow from the inside was back-breaking. I also dug out the cave and made sure that the ceiling wouldn’t fall down. My brother and I tested it. It’s too small to sit in, but you can still lay down in it. When you lay down though, you have to be careful you don’t touch the ceiling too hard or it will collapse. And that is what I did on my snow day. P.S. I snowboarded and it was so cold, that after you brushed away all the snow from one spot,(the snow was pretty deep so it was hard to even brush away one place), there was ice COVERING, and I mean COVERING the ground at the place where we went sledding or, as in my case, snowboarding.