Pass-a-long Stories: Faithful . . . ish

I'm sure that you all have read Kendle's post called The Green Man (of course you have, right? =>) This is another one of those Pass-a-long Stories. Now Kendle changed the color to go with who wrote what but I find it more fun to try and guess who wrote the different parts. So, without further ado:

Faithful . . . ish

She had to hold on for just a few moments more. Even though she felt her fingers slipping she kept telling herself she had to hold on. If she let go now all would be lost . . . he would be lost. This was their last chance to be together. She had to hold on or she would never see him again but if no one came to rescue her from this cliff soon she would never again have the chance to be with him. She tried once again to pull herself up, but couldn’t.

Ryan, she thought. Do it for Ryan.

“Still hanging on?” A man appeared above her. “I thought you would’ve let go long ago. You’ll let go now.” He sinisterly laughed as he pried her hands off. “Good-bye.”

She screamed as she fell through the air. Then everything went black.

When she opened her eyes she was surprised to not find herself on gleaming white shores but in a pair of muscular tan arms. The first word out of her mouth was “Ryan,” but a silky deep voice answered, “No, actually it’s Drew.”

“Oh, where am I?” Mae said in a groggy voice. Here head hurt terribly.

“Well, you’re in my cottage at the bottom of Mt. Sinister.”

“Mt. Sinister? Oh now, Mt. Sinister, Ryan!” She jumped up out of Drew’s arms but fell back into them because everything was spinning horribly. “I have to find him!” Mae told Drew.

“Not now, you need to rest.” She gazed into his handsome, worried face.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You took quite a fall.”

She smiled shyly. “I am now.” All thoughts of Ryan vanished as Drew smiled, his white, even teeth gleaming. He leaned in close, their faces almost touching. He softly kissed her then brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Can I keep you?”

She was about to give in completely when she thought of Ryan cold and hurt and faithful in a dark dungeon. She had to save him but she wasn’t sure she was going to marry him once he was free. This is crazy. She thought. She had just met Drew but oh what a live, what a grip.

She looked up at him with pained eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, concerned.

“I . . . I can’t stay here, I . . . I need to go save someone I love.”

His smile faded a little but then it broadened as he said, “Is this that Ryan person you keep talking about?”

“Yes and I need to save him now or I’ll never see him.”

“All right,” he said kindly, “but you have to wait until you’re better.” Then he carried her into his room and laid her on his bed. Then he kissed her gently on the cheek and told her to sleep.

Once Mae woke up, she felt extremely better. Drew came in with some soup in a bowl for her.

“Mmmm, this is delicious, Drew,” she loved the way his name sounded and how she lovingly curved her lips to form the W in his name.

“No problem. I would do anything for you.”

She looked down, his gaze made her feel . . . she couldn’t explain it. A glint caught her eye. A ring. A diamond ring. What? Who was that from? She pictured a face but couldn’t think of his name. Then suddenly it came to her. Ryan. Ugggh! Quickly she took off the engagement ring.
“Can you dispose of this for me?” She smiled at him.

“Of course.”

She couldn’t take it. His eyes were so sincere. She brought his head down to her level and kissed him.

“I hope Ryan rots,” she thought. He had never kissed her like this before. They were just starting to get some plum into it when who of all people, Ryan, walked in.

“Mae?” She quickly pulled away from Drew.

“Ryan!” She said in surprise. “I didn’t expect you to be here. How did you get out of the prison?”

“I stopped waiting for you to come and rescue me, that’s how.”

“Cool, I’m glad you’re okay,” she wished that he would disappear.

“That’s all you can say!?” The rage that had built up in Ryan burst. “Look at me! I’m a wreck becuse you didn’t come save me!” He was right. Dried blood matted his hair. Bruises dotted his skin and his clothes were terribly tattered. Drew stepped in between Ryan and Mae.

“Excuse me, this beautiful woman has suffered an incredible fall. I don’t think yelling will help her recover.”

Ryan’s face twisted with hate. “I don’t care what you have to say,” he tried to shove Drew aside.

“I can’t allow you to verbally abuse Mae,” Drew punched Ryan in the gut. Ryan groaned and dropped to the floor.

“Thank you,” Mae twisted her blonde hair and smiled at Drew. “Dispose of him.”

“Of course,” Drew kissed Mae deeply. Ryan’s face was stricken with grief.

“Out you go,” Drew grabbed Ryan by the scruff of his neck then pushed him out of the room. Once Drew came back Mae locked the door. She kissed him so hard that she accidentally sucked his brains out through his mouth, but Mae wasn’t going to let that get to her.

“Oh well, no use crying over spilled brains, Oh RYAN!”

Planets: Chapter Five: Confusion (Part one)

Since you guys are so impatient, not to mention any names (Kat?e!) I'm posting PART of a chapter, since I don't have the whole thing typed up. Enjoy! (And comment/speculate, PLEASE!:>)

Chapter Five: Confusion

The sun hit Kelsi’s eyelids and they began to flutter, fighting to stay closed in the warmth.
Warmth? Kelsi sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Amazed at the sight before her, she slowly folded the plush quilt back and stood upon the gleaming oak floor. Sunshine streamed into a welcoming room that was perfect in every possible way. Kelsi’s feet treaded over the luxurious rugs that overlapped each other, made of a fine, sturdy material that was brightly colored. She reached out the window and began to close the ebony shutters but stopped when she was the emerald sea that was the outside world. Plants seemed to grow before her eyes, she could have sworn she watched a rose open it’s velvet blood red petals. Tearing her eyes back to the glorious room, Kelsi stared at the shimmering draperies. Designs full of life danced across them, obviously made by someone who was handy with a needle and some embroidery thread. Even the bedspread glittered, though the superb flowers were not made of thread but sparkling jewels. Examining the fabulous room could have taken hours but Kelsi felt she should move on.
She could feel her muscles strain as the pushed the heavy ebony door open. A hallway with lots of doors was in front of her.
“Wait, where’s Lorna?” Kelsi remembered her best friend for the first time since she had woken up, ten minutes ago. “Is she in one of these rooms?” Her voice oddly echoed, as if the whole house was empty. Her voice sounded misplaced, as if the silence shouldn’t be disturbed so she kept the rest of her thoughts exactly that, thoughts.
That’s strange, shouldn’t the draperies on the walls keep it from echoing? Just like in the room she had woken up in, the walls glittered with elegant tapestries, though unlike the bedroom these seemed to tell a story. On one wall hanging there was three identical planets that were connected by golden bridges. The puzzled look that had become increasingly more familiar to Kelsi’s features inhabited them once more.
What does it mean? Reaching forward, she touched the hanging with her fingertips then spun around. She needed to go through the door behind her, she felt she needed to. Walking to the nearest doorway she pushed it forward. Inside was a bathroom of sorts. Steam engulfed her, warming her through and through. Self-consciously she reached up, realizing that she was a wreck. Pine needles were stuck in her hair and dirt covered every visible square inch of skin. There was a deep tub that was halfway filled with hot water. Not thinking twice, Kelsi stripped down and carefully settled into the basin, avoiding the fancy bottles along the side. She held her breath and dunked herself all the way under, watching her hair gracefully float. It was eerie, the way she could let go and forget everything. Her mind was blank, she stopped caring. She was just there. After a couple seconds, her lungs threatened to give out. Resurfacing, she drew in a deep breath then gasped when she realized what she saw. Several bottles floated up and poured themselves into the constant stream of water that flowed into the tub. The water foamed and bubbled, then started to change colors. Some other bottles levitated and rubbed themselves into Kelsi’s hair and skin. Fragrant smells harmonized as she sat there, enjoying the most wonderful bath she had ever had. The pleasurable bath abruptly ended as the basin quickly drained itself and a pitcher filed with water repeatedly dumped itself over her head.
Kelsi coughed and sputtered, some of the water had gone down the wrong tube, and pushed her sopping hair out of her eyes. A fluffy towel was hanging on a jeweled hook so she grabbed it and wrapped herself in it.
Her dirty, old clothes had been replaced by a new, extravagant dress. She slipped it over her head, the cloth feeling as light and soft as cloud vapor. The gown was a soft orange, a color that Kelsi herself would have never picked, and studded with golden brown topaz and deep orange embroidery. It hugged her body, fitting like a glove so she turned around and around, feeling the soft fabric swirl around her legs. Kelsi had precious few dresses as the orphanage and none had come even close to fitting as well as this one did. As she spun she caught a glimpse of a girl, so she stopped. She looked closer and found that it was a looking glass infront of her. She gasped. The girl in the mirror gasped back.
Is that really me? Kelsi put her fingers forward and touched the mirror. For once Kelsi looked . . . elegant. Instead of looking like the frightened, lost, unloved orphan that she really was, Kelsi could have been mistaken for a young woman with happiness, wealth and suitors. Her hair began to twist together, strands intertwining with gold stars to create a sophisticated coiffure. Kelsi slipped on a pair of golden slippers that had materialized in front of her and quietly left the room.
“Can I help you?”
Kelsi let out a high pitched scream then quickly regained her composure. “Oh, I’m so sorry! You startled me. I was beginning to think that this place was deserted,” the words tumbled out of her mouth. It was such a relief to know that she wasn’t alone.
The boy smiled, but it didn’t reach his sad, bright green eyes. “I’m sorry for startling you. My name is Caleb, I was sent her to fetch you and bring you to the mistress of this estate.” He led Kelsi through many confusing twists and turns. Even with her experience of the orphanage’s puzzling set up Kelsi was lost after walking through the second corridor.
“What is this place?” Kelsi asked.
“Mtudeuh. It is owned by a powerful sorceress. She is the mistress that I am taking you to.”
“How did I get here? Where is my friend?” Kelsi’s voice grew more urgent as she asked about Lorna.
Caleb’s eyes flashed. “I can tell you no more. Please, don’t ask me anything else, I may say something that will cause trouble for both of us.” His voice was soft and sincere.
I trust him. The thought surprised her. Kelsi’s trust was hard to attain. The only other people that she truly trusted was Lorna, her best friend who knew Kelsi better than she did herself and Matron, who had cared for Kelsi since she had been a baby.
Kelsi quietly studied him as they walked along the endless hallways. He was tall with sandy blonde hair that was short and tousled. Kelsi supposed he was around 18 or 19, he looked about as old as the Seniors that roamed Dilworth High’s campus. It seemed wrong to compare him to the cocky Seniors at her high school. Intelligence seemed to emit from him but he acted like his heart had been broken.
Caleb finally stopped in front of a golden door. He closed his eyes, said several strange words, then pulled the door open with a crystal door knob.
“Here,” he said in a whisper full of respect and fear, “is the mistress’s room.”
“Are you coming with me?” Kelsi didn’t want to enter the ominous room alone.
“I can’t,” Caleb replied. “You must go alone. I’m not wanted.”
Kelsi looked distressed. “Alone?” Her voice wavered.
He solumnly nodded, doing nothing to help the increasing fear that Kelsi felt growing inside her. She looked forward, dreading walking down the darkened chamber.
“Goodbye. Thank you,” she looked back to where he had been standing only to find that he had vanished. Her eyes grew wide. Strange. Taking a big breath, she mustered all her strength and stepped into the room. Immediately the room erupted with light, color, and life. Rainbows from crystals that hung from the ceiling brightened the room, gold paved the floor, diamonds encrusted the extravagant furniture and the furnishings were made of luscious black and red silk.
“Welcome Kelsi,” a soft feminine voice spoke. The voice wasn’t soft because it was timid, it was soft because it was so powerful, so commanding, that it didn’t need to be any louder. Silence ensued. Kelsi had head that you shouldn’t speak unless you had been asked a question. Though she hadn’t ever lived by this rule it seemed fitting under these circumstances.
“You may walk in closer, you have nothing to fear,” the voice came from behind a large chair that was covered in scarlet crushed velvet.
Kelsi took several steps closer, still trembling despite the voice’s attempts to calm her. She crept closer until she reached the back of the armchair.
“Face me,” the voice commanded.
Kelsi walked around the chair then stopped in front of it.
“My name is Odyssomai,” the beautiful woman said, “though you may call me Mistress. Most people do.”

Planets: Chapter Four: Master Plan

New chapter everyone (Kat?e rather)! I'm excited (this is my favorite chapter so far. With any of my luck, everyone will hate it :>) I would really like some feedback on this one if you don't mind. Thanks!

Chapter Four: Master Plan

“Excuse me, can you tell me what aisle tarragon is on?” A frantic mother with three screaming children asked.
“Aisle three,” Kelsi replied, not looking up from the fruit display she was re-arranging.
“Thank-you,” the woman quickly scurried off, grabbing several small toys to try and appease her small children.
“At lest it’s Friday,” muttered Kelsi though somehow the thought just made her more depressed. Almost a whole week had passed since she had found the medallion and she had nothing to show for it. She hadn’t even finished her report, the book that she was going to use had disappeared.
“What’s up?” Lorna asked Kelsi. “You look kinda down.”
“Don’t get me started,” moaned Kelsi. “Ths week has been horrible! People have been making fun of me more than usual, my job stinks, I’m flunking my computer class and barely passing most of my other classes. Oh yeah, I accidently touched an outlet at the orphanage yesterday and it burst into flames! No one got hurt but if someone had I’d never be able to forgive myself. I’m tired of how things are,” her voice was full of despair.
Lorna looked at Kelsi sympathetically. “I guess I can’t help you out much since I’m not in high school.” Lorna’s adopted parent’s didn’t believe in public school so they home-schooled all their kids.
Kelsi sat on the floor, staring blankly at the linoleum tiles. She looked as weary as her frame of mind. Dark circles were beneath her eyes and her hair lay in a deeper disarray than usual. After a minute she looked up.
“I’m going to run away,” she said resolutely. “I can’t stand it here any longer, I think if I stayed one week more I’d lose it.”
Lorna seemed surprisingly calm, as though she thought it would come to this. “And I’ll go with you.”
“Say that again?” That was something Kelsi hadn’t expected.
“When you run away I’m coming with you.”
Questions tumbled out of Kelsi’s mouth. “What about your dreams of going to college? What about your family?”
“They’re not . . . mine. I love them but I feel that I need to go on. There isn’t anything left for me here and who wants to go to college when they can become a forest hermit?” Lorna’s voice was light-hearted.
Kelsi was horribly confused. She would love to have her come along, Lorna was the sister that Kelsi never had, but Lorna had always been close to her family. She had never voiced any doubts or concerns about them.
“Sure, you can come,” Kelsi said hesitantly. “If you’re positive this is what you want to do.”
“When are we leaving?” Lorna placed her apron on a hook and shook her golden hair from the ponytail it had been it.
“Tonight. We’ll gather some provisions and hide in the woods.”
“Are we going anywhere in particular?”
“Not yet, we’ll figure that out later.”
* * * * *
Two hours later, Kelsi and Lorna met by a tree that was in between the town and the orphanage.
“What’d you tell your parents?” Kelsi smiled at the box Lorna was carrying and wondered how she explained it away.
“I’m taking donations to the orphanage. How did you slip by Matron?”
“I took out the “garbage” before dinner,” she motioned to the black plastic on the ground. “I won’t be missed until the late-night head count.” She pulled two candles and a book of matches out of the garbage bag. “I figured we’d need these.” The last of the sun’s rays had long since faded from the sky. She lit both tall, white candles and handed one to Lorna then stashed the matches in the pockets of her jeans. Quietly chattering, Kelsi and Lorna walked for quite some time, journeying closer and closer to the heart of the forest.
“Sometimes I wish that I could just use regular stuff, like lamps and flashlights,” Lorna grumbled after she had to re-light her candle for the sixth time.
“I always wish that,” Kelsi whispered, though the reply was quickly blown away by the wind, just as fast as her unshielded flame.
“What?” Lorna asked as Kelsi fumbled for a match.
“Nothing. If search parties come looking for us, it’ll take them a while to find us,” observed Kelsi. “We’ve covered up our tracks pretty well.”
“Can we stop then?” Lorna stumbled over a gnarled root. “I’m getting kind of sleepy.”
Kelsi looked around again. “I guess we’re safe here.” She spread out a blanket then draped her coat over herself. Shivering, she realized that it seemed to be several degrees cooler in the dark forest.
“Too bad we don’t have anything warmer,” her teeth chattered fiercely. “Who knew it would be so cold?”
Lorna threw Kelsi an extra blanket. “Guess it was good to bring me along after all. I have better foresight,” Kelsi could see her grin impishly in the faint candlelight. “Don’t freeze.”
“Thanks,” Kelsi smiled, relishing the freedom she had waited so long for.
* * * * *
“Mamma, come look!” Isabel tugged on her mother’s brown sweater.
Sarah looked up from the mushroom spore she had been examining underneath her heavy-duty microscope. “What?”
“Ryan found something! Come see!” The five-year-old girl practically dragged her mother to a large tree.
“Someone slept here last night,” Ryan’s voice held an unusually large amount of knowledge for a thirteen-year-old boy. “The grass is trampled down and it’s too big to be an animal, at least any animals you’d find around here.” Isabel looked at her brother in awe then quickly pulled toddling Jacob away from the scrutinized area.
Seven-year-old Anthony swung down from the tree he was in, accidently ripping a hole in his blue flannel shirt. “Let me see!” He grinned, gaps from missing teeth as he tugged on Isabel’s light brown braid. She let out a shriek and tugged on a handful of his pale blonde hair.
“That’s all you found?” Allie swished her yellow braids over her shoulder and laughed. “For being two years older you’d think you’d be more observant. I found this in the grass,” she handed a golden medallion to her mother.
Sarah was floored. “Fourteen years ago,” she mumbled softly. “In this very spot. A medallion with a bridge on it . . . Kelsi has gone home.” The three oldest children looked at their mom worriedly.
“Are you okay, Mom? Muttering isn’t part of being eight months pregnant, is it?” Allie asked.
“No,” Sarah smiled. “Lets go home and have some hot cocoa.” She swept Jacob up into her arms and fondly gazed at her five children. “Kelsi has gone home.”

Planets: Chapter Three: Weekend of "Fun" (revised)

Last revised chapter! Woopee! Next chapter is something absolutly new! I know that I'm at least excited (especially since the next chapter's pretty good!) Anyways, here you go!

Chapter Three: Weekend of “Fun”

The sun beat down on Kelsi’s back and she could feel sweat dripping from the nape of her neck. She angrily yanked at a stubborn weed then began to dig around it, hoping she would loosen the dirt around the weed. The smell of wet dirt hung heavily in the air, almost as heavy as Kelsi’s over-sized tee-shirt felt. Bitter smelling turnips mingled with the sweet smelling dirt, making Kelsi want to gag. Turnips must have been her least favorite vegetable, probably because they seemed to thrive in the orphanage soil. She shook a muddy turnip, dirt flying everywhere, and placed it in a large, overflowing basket. Glancing at the sun, the only way she could tell what time it was since she couldn’t wear a watch, she decided that her shift started in thirty minutes. Hefting the heavy basket, she swiftly walked to the kitchen entrance and dropped the basket by the sink. Dashing to the bathroom, she scrubbed her arms and face then promptly dunked her hair into the sink She rubbed a palmful of 2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner into her scalp and quickly rinsed her hair. After putting a clean pair of jeans and a black tee-shirt on, she unwound her hair from the towel and began to speed-braid her hair. Slipping on her shoes she began the familiar walk toward Food For Cheap.
“Ding-dong!” Sang the door as she walked into the building. Once she got in the backroom she sighed a sigh of relief. Luckily she was on time. Tardiness was NOT something that Mr. Merah tolerated. Kelsi tied on her stained smock and began to walk out the door when she heard an all too frequent voice.
“You and Lorna are working on the widows today. You also need to put up our new winter posters. Olivia and Allie will be working at the cash register,” Mr. Merah informed Kelsi.
“Okay,” Kelsi walked to the only windows the concrete building had. The giant windows were streaked with mud. Rain had come last night and instead of cleaning, it just made things worse. Kelsi was surprised it hadn’t snowed, the unusually cold fall already felt like winter, it might as look it. Lorna was already scrubbing the filthy windows with newspaper, a cheaper and sturdier solution than paper towels.
“Hiya! Ready to work?” Lorna looked up for a second then scraped off a fleck of dirt that was stuck on the glass window.
“I’ve been working all morning, what’s a little more? Anyways, a little hard work never killed anyone, right?” Kelsi tore a piece of paper from the obituaries and glanced at the black and white pictures. “Henrietta Nellie Perkton died on Tuesday. (Not by washing windows, I might add. It was a heart attack.) She left her entire fortune to her hamster.”
“Her hamster?”
“Yep, her hamster,” Kelsi tried not to laugh. Every now and then Lorna and Kelsi would try to come up with an outrageous comment and see who would crack first.
“That’s one wealthy hamster. I wish I was a hamster,” Lorna looked at the picture of Henrietta Nellie Perkton wistfully.
Kelsi couldn’t take it any longer and started laughing hysterically. Often times the pressure of everyday life made her crack, once she started laughing, she was off. She leaned on the glass of the window for support then quickly jumped back. She frowned at the window.
“Darn fingerprints,” she spritzed the window with knock-off glass cleanser and vigorously scrubbed. Soon two of the four windows were sparkling clean.
“I had the weirdest dream the other night,” Kelsi randomly said.
“Yeah? I’m always up for dream stories,” Lorna replied.
“Well, I was trying to get to this house but there was a basket of a dozen eggs balanced on my head. They weren’t regular chicken eggs either, they were ostrich eggs so they were really heavy and I couldn’t drop them. I was waking really slowly but I hadn’t cracked one yet. Suddenly, hoards of clowns were chasing after me! I tried to run but the eggs teetered like they were going to fall. I was stumbling across huge rocks, clinging to my basket for dear life as the clown’s smiles loomed closer and closer when they surrounded me and . . . I woke up.”
“My, that’s some dream!” All the windows were clean now and Lorna had begun to tape up the new winter posters. The poster that she was putting up was of a shivering Charlie advertizing some hot cocoa that was on sale. “Of course that isn’t as bad as the dream I had of a zillion Charlie the Chicks chasing after me chanting, ‘Cheep, cheep, cheap food at Food for Cheap!’ Now THAT’S a nightmare!”
Kelsi smiled. Somehow Lorna could always make her feel at ease. It was silent for a while as the two put up the dreaded Charlie posters.
“Do you have dreams very often?” Lorna suddenly asked.
“Sometimes. I don’t always remember them though,” replied Kelsi.
“What about reoccurring dreams? Do you ever have those?”
“Sometimes,” Kelsi looked very puzzled now.
“What are they about?” Lorna pried.
Kelsi raised an eyebrow. Lorna usually didn’t ask this many questions, especially when Kelsi didn’t want to answer them. “I do have one dream,” Kelsi began but was interrupted by Mr. Merah.
“Great work girls, everything’s good until Monday. You can go home now,” he began to walk away.
“Wait!” Kelsi exclaimed. “Don’t we get our paychecks today?”
Mr. Merah began to search his pockets. “I nearly forgot,” he handed Lorna and Kelsi one envelope each. “See you two on Monday.”
“‘Bye,” Kelsi took off her apron and placed it back on the peg then tucked her envelope inside her thin sweater. A muffled noise came from her throat. Her hand flew to her head and she stopped, then leaned against the door of Food for Cheap.
“Kelsi? Are you okay?” Lorna worriedly asked.
“It’s not much, my head just started to hurt,” she grimaced as a new wave a pain swept through her head. “I just need to get back to the orphanage.” She took off running though her head felt like it was going to explode. Blindly stumbling over rocks and stumps, she arrived to the orphanage, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to get to the dormitory. Climbing the winding staircases she finally made it to curtained bed and threw herself on the bed. Her face was red and puffy from crying. The pain had begun to slowly course through her whole body. As each second passed the pain didn’t ebb away as she thought it would, it only grew more and more intense. Writhing in pain on her bed, Kelsi bit down on a pillow, trying to keep her sobbing cries from being heard.
As quickly as the pain had come, it left, leaving her exhausted and confused.
What just happened? She slowly sat up, gasping for breath when the dinner bell rung. Her stomach angrily growled making her realize that she had only had three hard-boiled eggs and a cafeteria cookie since lunchtime yesterday. Making her way down the staircase slowly, she clung to the wall, trying to avoid the throngs of girls thundering down the staircase. She took her place at one of the long wooden tables and smiled at the food. Tonight’s dinner was more substantial then usual. A thick bean soup was served with turnips and cornbread. She started on the turnips, her least favorite part of the meal, to find that even they tasted good to her starving, aching body. The fatigue that had overcome her minutes ago soon melted away as she relished every steaming bite.
“What do you think about the report we have to do for Miss Apeed’s class?” Olivia asked on of her platinum blonde minions. “Combining English AND History for one assignment? What a drag.” She gave one of her perfected eye-rolls.
Kelsi silently laughed. They were going to have to do two assignments anyways. At least this way they could just turn the same report in twice.
“I don’t know,” said Noel, the second most fashionable minion since first place was taken by Olivia. “My report is going to be on how fashion has changed on Nesserum.”
“Good idea, I wish I had thought of it,” Olivia’s face fell. “I guess I’ll have to do something like how the geography has changed.” Her lip trembled.
Kelsi could smell fake tears coming.
“You can use it, Olivia. I can think of a new idea,” Noel reluctantly offered.
A high pitched squeal filled the room. “Thank you SO much, Paula! I don’t know how to thank you!”
“Don’t mention it,” Noel knew better than to expect a favor from Olivia. Many a girl had been kicked out of Olivia’s social group for less.
Kelsi snorted. Olivia’s crowd was unbelievably predictable. Guess what they’re going to talk about next, the school dance this weekend. She silently predicted.
“So, who are you going to go to the dance with?” Samantha, the second most funny girl in the group, since first place was taken by Olivia, asked.
Wow, I’m good. Kelsi moved on to her bean soup and started to crumble her cornbread up into it.
“Gilbert Pecue,” Olivia said nonchalantly. The other girls sighed appreciably.
“How did you get a date with him?” Heather, the girl that was allowed to tag along, enviously questioned.
“How?” Olivia snickered condescendingly. “My dear, I never have to try. Boys just come to me. Oh and by the way,” her voice became slightly threatening, “you would do best to not question anything I do, understood?”
Heather nodded, terror-stricken by the frigid tone in Olivia’s voice.
“So,” Olivia’s voice instantly warmed. “The dress I’m wearing has gold,”
Kelsi had heard all she wanted. She quickly downed the rest of her bean soup before she headed up stairs again. Even though the food restored her some what she still wanted to get to bed early.
While brushing her teeth she noticed a loose brick in the bathroom. She looked at the brick curiously and carefully pried it out with her fingers. The mortar had crumbled away gradually over time but this wasn’t the first time someone had taken it out.
Kelsi reached behind the brick and her eyes got as big as saucers. In the palm of her hand was a medallion that was slightly larger than a bottle cap. It was made of the finest gold and a delicate chain was connected to it. Perplexing letters circled around an engraving of a bridge, the same bridge of which she dreamed. Kelsi was floored. Sparkling in the florescent lighting was evidence that someone else knew about the bridge.
Taking care to not touch the light switch, Kelsi tucked the cold necklace into the pocket of her pink kitty bespeckled pajamas, replaced the brick and went to her bed. She was happy that the week was over. Too many bizarre things had happened. Next week would hopefully be saner, it couldn’t get much crazier, right?

The Gospel According to Larry

I know it might seem lame but I couldn't help it. This is my favorite book report I did last year. I really got a kick out of it. I'd talk (type) about it more but I think I pretty much covered everything in the book report itself, so, without further ado, The Gospel According to Larry!

The Gospel According to Larry
By: Janet Tashjian

There are many examples of symbolism in The Gospel According to Larry. One of the most prominent symbols is the name of Josh Swensen’s alter-ego, Larry. Larry is symbolic because it’s about the most un-biblical name that Josh can think of, which is precisely why Josh chose it. Larry symbolizes Josh’s want to go against the grain of society. Another symbol is the logo that Josh comes up with. This logo which is on the web-site that Josh created is a peace sign. Inside the peace sign is a dove with a olive branch in it’s mouth, a world, a floppy disk, and a plug. This shows that Josh thinks that if he can get rid of name recognition and consumerism that the world will be a peaceful, happier place. It also shows that he believes that the Internet is the way to promote his idea of world peace. The make-up counter at Bloomingdale’s symbolizes Josh’s mother because she spent a lot of her time there. This is also where Larry goes to feel closer to his mother.

The very first chapter of The Gospel According to Larry is full of foreshadowing. In it, the author, Janet Tashjian explains how a boy came to her with a story. He asks her to read it so he can get “the truth” about Larry out. This foreshadows that somehow the boy, Josh, is connected to Larry, an Internet “prophet.” Since Josh is by himself and tells Janet that he will contact her, it implies that he’s on the run and that something bad happens since Josh is connected to Larry. When I read this part I did pick up on the foreshadowing. It made me sad because I knew that the story wouldn’t end very happily.

Some flashbacks were also involved in this story. One particular flashback talked about Josh’s memories of his mother. This was important to this story because it shows how Josh’s life was before his mother died. It also shows how he was a regular kid with a mom that guided him. Once she died he became more reclusive and withdrew from everyone. He became more reserved, which drove him to create Larry. This enabled him to voice his opinions without anyone knowing.

(Note to Mrs. Palmer: I know that this isn’t a required part of this book report and I don’t care if I get points docked off but I have to voice my honest to goodness opinion.) Janet Tashjian creates a believable tale about how a boy came to her with a story. I mean, we live in an age of computers where almost anything could happen. I found this aspect of the story very interesting and enjoyable. I probably would’ve even recommended this book to others if it weren’t for one extremely large flaw that is pretty much the basis of the whole story. Ms. Tashjian is trying to preach to us. Even worse, it doesn’t stop there. She preaches about how everyone should believe in anti-commercialism. I hate commercialism as much as the next person, I even agree with SOME of the ideas she presents in her book. Yes, I do think that a lot of models/actresses are anorexic whether they admit to it or not and yes, it is ridiculous how into brand names our society has gotten. Nevertheless, the way she preaches and the extent of her preaching make it sound like she is also against the economy. I’m sorry, (wait a sec, I’m NOT sorry) in any case, I just CANNOT read an anti-economy book in good conscience. I guess what I’m saying is, Ms. Tashjian, I thought that your story was an interesting concept but I would have actually enjoyed it if it hadn’t been bashing the economy. Oh yeah, and next time, don’t shove a message down our throats. Thanks. (Another note to Mrs. Palmer: Thanks for letting me rant like this. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I’ll stop now.)