Daily Archives: February 20, 2012

part2 There Are Reasons for my Treasons

I had done it. I had run away. There was no turning back, but even if I did, my stupid foster family wouldn’t want me. I had sworm to my blood, slit my arm to seal the note. I didnt know what I was really called. I had always despised the name Silivia.With that hiss, every time I was called I knew it wasn’t good so I gave myself a name. Dew Cresent. That was my mother’s maiden name. And I was going to find my brother, confront him, and make him pay for our mother’s seperation, so I went to my sister, only seven years younger, at the age of eight, she had understood everything. She had understood that Stef had slashed our mother. But he had a reason for that. She was drugs, and couldn’t stop. Stef got frustrated and did it. Right infront of me, when I was nine, holding Baby Misty, both crying. Stef was a fourteen years old high school graduate. And he had him self drop out.

“Mother never loved us. She loved those icky white pills.” Misty said.

Darragh Heights, South Carolina. Cupcake Cliff on Raliegh Beach. 9:52 am

March 7

We finally met our stop point. I should’ve mentioned that we were walkin all the way to Stafford League Rugby team in New York. We had a Native friend of the Roanoke tribe of indians. You could say she had nothing, but she was rich with supplies; soil, fish, wild goose, red currants, and kelp. Her name was Melakn’oe yu, or Melanie.

“You make good choise, eh? Make brother sorry like he make mother gone. I show you violence not right answer. See, when there are person kill or hurt by other in tribe, we forgive, but we keep bad memory in mind. So if bad person do again, we banish. However this cause war in tribe. Only I and my elk live.” Melakn’ oe Yu said in uncouth english.

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Sarah’s Adventure Part 2

Part 2

               This new castle is horrible! The only thing I can do really is sit in my room all day. As I petting my kitten Cupcake, I heard a tap on my window. “Psst, Sarah.” A familiar voice whispered. With a chill I realized it was my trainer. Before I was done opening the window she hopped in. “Sarah, how’s it going? Everything- ’’ “Shhh!” I whispered, clamping my hand over her mouth. Then I heard footsteps, my MOTHER’S footsteps. I quickly shoved my trainer into the closet right as the door opened. “Hello mother!” I said with a weak smile. My mother frowned “What have you been doing?” she sighed. “Oh, um, nothing mother, nothing at all! Everything is perfect!” I said forcing a laugh. My mother raised an eyebrow “And can you explain the open window?” “Um, just letting in some air.” I replied. “Oh mother, I thought I heard the door open and close. I think you should go check on Delancie, she might be going out-’’ “Delancie!!” my mother cried before I could even finish and she raced out the room. Delancie has always been jealous of my natural beauty but she seems to attract boys easily, flipping her wavy blond hair like that. Or maybe it’s her ferocious attitude but, enough talk about that. Talking about boys always makes me feel like I’m going to puke.

I locked the doors then whispered “Coast clear!” to my trainer. She stepped out of the closet then smiled at me. “Sarah, this is no ordinary castle.” she said “It has secret chambers that you can go to if you need to hide. There are five chambers. The magician can only tell you where four of them are and teach you how to open those four. You must figure out where the fifth one is and how to open it. The fifth one leads you to your own world. However, this world is very dangerous and you can only enter three times. Good luck.” And with that my trainer jumped out the window. “Wait!” I called out, but she was gone.