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The Storm in a Friendship Part 6

“You don’t understand–” The man began.

“Obviously!” I was becoming rather impatient.

“Okay, okay. I am the guardian of your necklace–I mean; your pen.” The man glanced around nervously.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I insisted on knowing.

“Slow down! And please stop interrupting. I am the guardian of your pen. But I used to be the guardian of the necklace which is your pen, but it was necklace in the last generation.”

“What?! This doesn’t make any sense!”

“Before I go any further, I must explain that I don’t have much time. I can only appear in the rain, so I must hurry. I am part of a chain of brothers, you see? Called Rain Brothers. And all of us brothers look exactly the same.” The man was clearly trying to calm me down, though he didn’t seem so calm himself.

“Okay.” I glared at him.

“Each brother lives for exactly a century. And after a century, another brother reappears in the next entury. Got it?” The man twitched nervously.


“Each brother is a guardian of your pen, which changes to suit the generation’s surrounding.”

“So the pen changes into other things every generation?”

“Correct. Last century, it was a necklace. I was the guardian of the necklace. I’m supposed to be gone by now, but the true guardian of your pen supposedly ‘quit his job’. He shouldn’t have sold you the pen. So I have lived on until this century.”

“Okay. So it wasn’t you who sold me the pen a year ago?”
“No, it was actually my brother. But we all look the same, so I kind of had to convince you that it was me earlier.”


“Oh, never mind. Anyway the pen only works if you’ve shared a true friendship with someone else.” The man looked at me, and I instantlythought of Katie.

“I’m assuming that you’re going to ask what the pen does?” The man inquierd.

“No. I, unfortunately, do know what happens when I write with the pen.” Then, the man looked around nervously, as if someone was watching, and he told me not to say anymore.

“So, since you know, and in your case, unfortunately, I would be glad to have it back.”

“Of course not.”

“Well, my brother of this century passed it on to you carelessly as he decided to sell it at a stationary shop.”

“That’s right.”

“So I need it back. He was supposed to keep it. A great prophecy will befall us soon.”

The Storm in a Friendship Part 5

“I need the necklace back.” The man looked at me nervously.

“What necklace?” I was considering shutting the door in his face.

“The one I sold to you about a year ago.” The man’s eye twitched and he fumbled with his fingers.

“What? I never bought a necklace a year ago.” I looked at the man like he was crazy.

“I know you have it! It was blue. I can’t remember what you called it. Oh, let’s see, what was it? Rainy Day Blue? No, no, that’s not right.” The man mumbled furiously to himself as if I weren’t there.

“Thunder Blue? No, that’s not quite right. Boted Blue? No. Lightning Blue? I can’t remember! Help me out here!”

“Lightning Bolt Blue?” I offered curiously.

“Yes, that’s right! I need it!” The man looked eagerly at me.

“Well, I don’t really use it much…” I said.

“Okay then that works just fine. Hand it over.” The man said impatiently.


“But you don’t even want it!”

“It’s the last memor y of my best friend, and I’m keeping it.” And with that, I slammed the door in his face, leaving him begging outside on the porch.

“Who was that?” My mother came quickly out from the office where she had been clacking away on her computer.

“I don’t know, some man who wants my necklace.”

“You don’t have a necklace.”

“Exactly. Hopefully you’re as confused as I am?” I asked my mother.

“Who was he?” She asked, ignoring my comment.

“Oh,  I forgot to ask.” I said. But glancing over at our front door again, he was still wating outside. The telephone rang in the kitchen and my mother hurried to answer it. I pulled open the door.

“What do you want?” I asked in my best irritated tone that I had learned from Ms. Reynolds.

“Your necklace. You don’t understand. It’s very dangerous if it falls into the wrong hands.”

“It wasn’t a necklace! It was a PEN!” I cried out, exasperated.

“Oh? Did I say necklace? I must’ve forgotten. Let’s see, what century is it now?” The man murmured anxiously. I was becoming confused.

“It’s the 21st century. And why?” I demanded.

“I must explain about your necklace—or perhaps, your pen.”

“Why is it so dangerous if it falls into the wrong hands? And what are you talking about anyway? Why do you want my pen?” I asked.

The Storm in a Friendship Part 4

I was in the middle of my essay when my mother walked in.

“Well, someone’s up a bit earlier today!” My mother said.

“Very funny, Mom. It’s ten o’clock.”

“Are you finally working on that essay that Ms. Reynolds assigned you, Rainie?” She asked with a small chuckle.

“Yes!” I retorted. My mother walked over and sat by me. She read over my shoulder.

“Are you going to include what happened after–?”

“I don’t know. Should I?” I asked.

“That’s your decision.” My mother smiled at me and stood up. I tapped the end of my pen against my chin. Then I heard my mother call down the hallway,”Don’t forget to walk Daisy when you’ve finished your essay!”

I looked at my paper, and I scribbled out what had happened to Katie and me over Spring Break last year. It took an hour. Stomach grumbling, I went downstairs in serach of fresh cinnamon rolls in the oven. A tall, granite island sat in the middle of the kitchen, with chairs surrounding the sides. A carton of orange juice was on the counter along with a bowl of fresh fruit. I pulled out a chair and sat down. The silver fork in the bowl of fruit felt cold in my hand. I stuck a strawberry in my mouth. Mom always says that strawberries taste the best in the morning. She claims that they’re more beneficial to our health when we eat them in the morning, but I just laugh when she says that.

The doorbell rang. Daisy ran to the door wildly and barked.

“Mom! Can you get it?”

“I’m busy right now, honey, can you please answer it?”

I got off my chair and headed toward the door. A man was standing there. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. I picked Daisy up and she wined.

“Shh, Daisy. You’re going to scare him.” Daisy barked again and I unlocked the door. But before I got a chance to say good morning, the man began talking.

The Storm in a Friendship Part 3

Sorry this took so long, but here is part 3 of The Storm in a Friendship.

My Lightning Bolt Blue sat on my desk, separated from all my other pens and pencils. I picked it up and ran my fingers over the smooth blue surface. I scribbled on the back of my hand. Then I looked at it and smeared it away. Whenever I wrote with this pen, I was reminded of Katie. Not only because she bought it for me the spring of last year, but because of what happened two weeks after I got it. Lightning flashed outside again. The thunder was now distant, but the rain was still heavy. The grass sparkled in the light of the streetlamp. I closed my eyes and fell into a fitful sleep.

Morning arrived and a faint hint of the sun’s rays peeked out from under the thick clouds. I hid under the covers. It was still raining, but only a light sprinkle settled upon the house. There were only three days left of spring break. The sun blinded my eyes and I pulled the covers off my head and turned away from the sun. Climbing out of bed, I picked up my blue pen again and took a notebook from my desk.

Over spring break, Ms. Reynolds had asked us to write an essay about our most memorable friendship, and yet, I hadn’t written a word.

I didn’t mind writing about something that had already happened. The pen didn’t work like that. The first thought that came to me was Katie. I wrote about how we did everything together, how we shared everything together.

I saw Katie and me licking tall ice cream cones, shivering from the freezing mixture of flavors, and laughing at Katie’s chocolate covered nose. And I saw us racing down the street , past the red and yellow trees, our hair wild in the wind.

But then we had a fight. And I never saw Katie again.

And there is part 3 of the story. I’ll probably post part 4 tomorrow, as it’s a snow day, or I’ll just post again later today. (:

The Storm in a Friendship Part 2

“Guess what I got for you?” My mother had asked.

“What?” I wasn’t very excited. When my mother had a ‘guess what?’ it was often a pair of socks. But I was surprised when my eyes landed on the puppy in her arms. It was so small, and I had barely noticed it at first. My mouth dropped open.

“No way.” I was stunned. My spirits lifted and my mind was cleared of all worries; a happiness lifting in my chest. I didn’t believe that my surprise was actually something I wanted. I had longed for a puppy ever since my fifth birthday, 7 years ago. I ran up the stairs and stroked the puppy. Its shining eyes peered into mine. I smiled. Everything was great. I had just received my report card, straight A’s in every subject. I had gotten the coolest pen that I had ever seen from my best friend. And now I was the owner of an adorable puppy. I should’ve know that I got the puppy for a reason.

We moved half a year ago. I had received the news right after the puppy.

The Storm in a Friendship Part 1

I wrote this story in 6th grade, but I have decided to share it. It’s titled, The Storm in a Friendship.

It was raining. Again. And I hate rain. Lightning flashed across the dark black sky, followed by a rumble of thunder. I hated rain, which was ironic, because my name happens to be Raine. It was raining last spring when–well; actually, I’d rather not talk about it. Lightning streaked through the sky again, leaving a faint yellow glow in my eyes. My bedroom light flickered and went out, plunging me in darkness. My alarm clock began to flash, displaying only 12 o’clock in red numbers.

I was tired, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I picked up my lucky–well, it used to be–blue pen. I called it “lightning bolt blue”, but I never knew why. Lightning bolts aren’t blue are they? I remember the day when my best friend bought it for me. It was a year ago, at a shop that sold school supplies, and it was raining that day too. I clearly remember it.

A light drizzle of rain fell from the sky as my best friend, Katie, and I admired the large rack of colorful pens behind the building next to the school. We had just been dismissed and were walking along the streets.

“I owe you, Raine,” Katie had said.

“For what?” I asked, brushing my dark brown hair aside.

“For buying me that delicious, double-scoop chocolate fudge sundae the other day,” She laughed.

“Oh, all right.” I watched Katie scan the rack of pens. Our eyes landed on the same on, my Lightning Bolt Blue.

“That blue one please.” Katie said to the man behind the stand.

“Are you sure?” The man looked at us a little skeptically.

“Why wouldn’t I be sure?” Katie looked at the man, “I do want that one.”

“Well, suit yourself.” The man handed us the blue pen from the rack. I took it from him as Katie paid. With the new pen in my hand, Katie and I ran home, our jackets zipped tightly. At the intersection dividing our houses, I said goodbye to Katie. I pulled open the door to my house as quickly as I could to get out of the rain. I stepped inside and slipped off my shoes. They were dry. And so was my hair. And my jacket. That was weird. My mother came downstairs when I walked in. She had a smile on her face.

And there’s Part 1 of The Storm in a Friendship. If you want to read more, please comment! 🙂 Thanks! 🙂


I went to the movie theater recently and saw Tangled. It’s an amazing movie. I highly recommend it. 🙂 It’s kind of like a Rapunzel movie but with a completely unexpected and different twist. It’s a really funny, touching, and sweet movie. It’s now one of my favorite movies, including the seventh Harry Potter movie, and The Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader. They’re all in theaters currently. 🙂

Book Review! :)

I read the book, Found, by Maragret Petersen Haddix not too long ago and I highly recommend it if you’re looking for a good read that’s really captivating. I couldn’t put it down. It’s about an adopted boy who suddenly receives mysterious letters from an unknown address. He and his friend, who has a secret, have to solve the mystery together, along with the boy’s sister. They look through secret documents, lists of phone numbers, and unfocused pictures. And in the end, they discover how all of this started. Their lives, which were once basketball tryouts and homework became a mystery of time travel and who they used to be. But you’ll have to read the book to find out more. There are two following books, and I don’t know if there are more, but the second one is called Sent, and the third one is called Sabotaged. Enjoy! 🙂