Post by Sparkshine on Mar 25, 2011 20:35:41 GMT -6
Ok, so this is the beginning of my short story for english, hope you like it! 
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Allie Trumons, a normal girl of 15, sat in the big apple tree that resided in the grassy meadow that bordered her backyard. Her long, red hair blowing in the wind as she surveyed the bouncing night phlox that covered the meadow in a blanket of white.
Her green eyes drifted first to the old wooden fence where she had had her first kiss, Bobby had been his name, she recalled. Drifting back to that night.
His tan arms wraping tenderly around her waist as she raised up onto the balls of her feet and brushed his lips with hers.
She shivered contently, her eyes now drifting to the old rubber tire Bria, Summer and her had hung on one of the apple trees many flowering boughs. The tire still hung there, the black piece of rubber basking in the afternoons sun.
They had gotten it from her fathers old pickup truck. The tire had been brand new then. But that had been last summer.As was the kiss, everything had changed, the tire was old and worn and her kiss with Bobby was nothing more then a brief spark in a dull landscape.
She sighed, brushing her hair off of her face then allowing her eyes to move on, this time landing on a fluttering piece of paper in the meadow. No, wait, that wasn’t just a piece of paper. It looked more like an envelope.
She jumped from her tree, landing on the ground with a soft thud as she walked to the piece of paper.
Now that it was right infront of her she could see that it was a dark purple envelope, no bigger then a pack of gum.
She bent over and plucked it lightly from th ground before turning it over in her palm.
It was smooth and there was only one indication that led her to belive it hadn’t just been blown there.
Her name was written in a loopy script across the front of the envelope. Her eyes grew wide as this information hit her. All sorts of questions started to fly through her head.
Why is this here? Did I accidently frop it? Is it from someone I know?
She walked slowly back to her house, a dazed look on her pale face as she blindly crossed, first the threashhold into her house then into her room. She sat on her widow sill and looked out onto the meadow. A peaceful air about the well known place.
She held the envelope in her hands, slowly turning it round in her hand.
It was a deep purple with a gold seal, a regal deer pressed into the golden wax. With trembling hands she opened the sealed letter and reveal a single sheet of paper with a typed message imprinted on its flat surface.
Dear Allie,
You fill my world with light
And glow like the stars in the brilliant night
When I look into your crystal eyes
It’s like staring into truth among a world filled with lies
I’ve known you since grade 6, do you know me as well as I know you?
No. But everytime I pass you in the hallway or sit next to in in a class, I get lost in the depth of your green eyes.
If you want to know who I am, leave a note in the tire swing that was hung by your own delicate hands last summer.
I shall always wait for you, no matter how long it takes
Night Phlox
Her eyes grew wide as she finished reading. Someone in her class? Someone in her class had liked her since grade 6. That was 4 years ago.
She looked at the letter in her hand before getting up off of the window sill and walking quickly over to her desk and picking up her phone, smiling at the words that she had bejewled it with 3 months previous.
The now bejewled phone read, ‘Bitter Sweet’ in bright red jewels.
Her friends had decided that over the summer they would decide the best saying for each of them. Allies was ‘bitter sweet’ because of her mean, shy demure personality towards people she didn’t know.
Bria’s phone had ‘Funkalicious Babe’ printed across the top in different colored jewles. Summer and I had both won that argument. She deserved that title with all her funky hair changes and drastic mood swings!
Now Summers on the other hand was some what normal, in purple jewles were the words ‘Screw ‘em if they can’t take a joke!’
She chuckled, remembering the look of anger and shock on her dad’s face when he had walked into her bedroom to find her newly bejewled phone.
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Allie Trumons, a normal girl of 15, sat in the big apple tree that resided in the grassy meadow that bordered her backyard. Her long, red hair blowing in the wind as she surveyed the bouncing night phlox that covered the meadow in a blanket of white.
Her green eyes drifted first to the old wooden fence where she had had her first kiss, Bobby had been his name, she recalled. Drifting back to that night.
His tan arms wraping tenderly around her waist as she raised up onto the balls of her feet and brushed his lips with hers.
She shivered contently, her eyes now drifting to the old rubber tire Bria, Summer and her had hung on one of the apple trees many flowering boughs. The tire still hung there, the black piece of rubber basking in the afternoons sun.
They had gotten it from her fathers old pickup truck. The tire had been brand new then. But that had been last summer.As was the kiss, everything had changed, the tire was old and worn and her kiss with Bobby was nothing more then a brief spark in a dull landscape.
She sighed, brushing her hair off of her face then allowing her eyes to move on, this time landing on a fluttering piece of paper in the meadow. No, wait, that wasn’t just a piece of paper. It looked more like an envelope.
She jumped from her tree, landing on the ground with a soft thud as she walked to the piece of paper.
Now that it was right infront of her she could see that it was a dark purple envelope, no bigger then a pack of gum.
She bent over and plucked it lightly from th ground before turning it over in her palm.
It was smooth and there was only one indication that led her to belive it hadn’t just been blown there.
Her name was written in a loopy script across the front of the envelope. Her eyes grew wide as this information hit her. All sorts of questions started to fly through her head.
Why is this here? Did I accidently frop it? Is it from someone I know?
She walked slowly back to her house, a dazed look on her pale face as she blindly crossed, first the threashhold into her house then into her room. She sat on her widow sill and looked out onto the meadow. A peaceful air about the well known place.
She held the envelope in her hands, slowly turning it round in her hand.
It was a deep purple with a gold seal, a regal deer pressed into the golden wax. With trembling hands she opened the sealed letter and reveal a single sheet of paper with a typed message imprinted on its flat surface.
Dear Allie,
You fill my world with light
And glow like the stars in the brilliant night
When I look into your crystal eyes
It’s like staring into truth among a world filled with lies
I’ve known you since grade 6, do you know me as well as I know you?
No. But everytime I pass you in the hallway or sit next to in in a class, I get lost in the depth of your green eyes.
If you want to know who I am, leave a note in the tire swing that was hung by your own delicate hands last summer.
I shall always wait for you, no matter how long it takes
Night Phlox
Her eyes grew wide as she finished reading. Someone in her class? Someone in her class had liked her since grade 6. That was 4 years ago.
She looked at the letter in her hand before getting up off of the window sill and walking quickly over to her desk and picking up her phone, smiling at the words that she had bejewled it with 3 months previous.
The now bejewled phone read, ‘Bitter Sweet’ in bright red jewels.
Her friends had decided that over the summer they would decide the best saying for each of them. Allies was ‘bitter sweet’ because of her mean, shy demure personality towards people she didn’t know.
Bria’s phone had ‘Funkalicious Babe’ printed across the top in different colored jewles. Summer and I had both won that argument. She deserved that title with all her funky hair changes and drastic mood swings!
Now Summers on the other hand was some what normal, in purple jewles were the words ‘Screw ‘em if they can’t take a joke!’
She chuckled, remembering the look of anger and shock on her dad’s face when he had walked into her bedroom to find her newly bejewled phone.
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