Chatterbox: Inkwell

Abigail rested her head in her hand and yawned. The teacher's voice droned like a bunch of bees, blabbering repetitively about the Civil War... She shut her eyes.  I'll just rest for a second... She told herself, and drifted off as the teacher began a lecture on Abraham Lincoln.

A few minutes later, Abigail awoke with a start, worried that the instructor had caught her dozing. She blinked against the sunlight. Wait...something was strange. Instead of the smooth plastic of her seat she felt green grass tickling the exposed legs beneath her shorts. Reaching up, she felt rough wood... a tree? How did she get outside? She noticed for the first time, voices! Men's, yelling and chanting, and growing steadliy louder.

She jumped up and hid behind the tree, hoping to discover a clue about her location. Her nails dug into the bark and her breath came in quick, nervous breaths. 

A group of men walked by. They were wearing odd clothing, like Abigail had never seen before, at least not in person. They seemed familier, somehow. Dark blue coats with golden buttons and a leather belt... They walked briskly, in even, syncronyzed marching, a musket over each one of their shoulders.

Abigail realized with a gasp where she had seen their clothes before. Fumbling, she grabbed her history textbook out of her knapsack, which, she realized, she had been wearing when she fell asleep. She flipped to the page she was supposed to have read for homework... And there. A diagram, matching exactly the men's outfits—

The Union Army uniform.

 

 

Hi guys! This is a single-author story, not a RP. If you want to be in it, post your request along with your gender and a brief outline of your personality. The genre is historical fantasy. Above is a kind of introduction\beginning. Thanks! 

*First Inkwell Post*

—Abigail Wink

submitted by Abigail S., age 11, Nose in a Book
(September 9, 2015 - 11:10 am)

back to the Inkwell

Awesome! Congrats Abigail!! I'd love to join, this sounds amazing!

I am femmmaaallllee!!! Girl!! Lady!! Fabulous! Wait...that's not my gender, my mistake!

My personality...hmm.... I am bubbly and excitable, a bit of a geek, and NOT a girly girl! (Not that being a girily girl is a bad thing!!) I am one of those outgoing people with the ridiculously carefree laughs that make you grin. I try to do my best in the world and be as mature as possible without being a jerk or fun-sucker. Mature? Pfft. I just try not to destroy the world and cause the adults to think I'm crazy. Except for the fact that I am. I like hanging out with my brother's geeky friends.

*Brief* Ehheh....whoops....*Coughcoughtotallynotinsanecoughcough* :DDD

And there you have it!!!!

BYYYYEEEEE!!!!!!!! *disappears in a cloud of sparkles*

 

 

submitted by Katydid
(September 9, 2015 - 3:08 pm)

PLEASE TOP!

submitted by Top, age Toptoptop, Topsville
(September 9, 2015 - 9:46 pm)

I would like to join. I'm excitable and a huge joker. I have a rather harsh temper and am much smarter then most of my friends, but I'm also rather depressing and dark inside. Immature, I also laugh loudly and tease my friends freely. Very protective.

Female, of course. 

submitted by Danie
(September 9, 2015 - 10:05 pm)

Female. I'm a huge history nerd. I'm blonde with sea green eyes and I'm really pale. I'm kind of short. 

submitted by Brookeira
(September 10, 2015 - 10:08 am)

Deffinetly joining! I can't wait!

I'm a girl, and I'm kind of shy and quiet. Also, I'm innocent and I get scared easily. I love to read and write, and I'm a nerd and grammar freak. Yeah... That's pretty much it. Let me know if you need any other information! Yay! 

submitted by Booksy Owly
(September 9, 2015 - 10:56 pm)

I'm going to do my first post tomorrow (Sept. 10). You can join at any point in the story though. Just because it's started does not mean you can't be in it!!!!

submitted by Abigail S. , age 11, Nose in a Book
(September 9, 2015 - 11:04 pm)

Hullo, l'm Shadow. 

l'm a girl.  And a loner, l don't really like to be around people, or talk to them for that matter. And l can be very mean at times. 

 

submitted by Shadow Dragon
(September 10, 2015 - 12:07 pm)

Hiya Abigail! This is a great idea! I'll be part of your story, if you don't mind.

I'm a girl, and my name is St.Owl! (but if you want something more realistic, I'll give you a name.) I'm an introvert, and get kind of shy when I'm around new people (as in, giving short answers and feeling rather uncomfortable), but once I get to know you, I'm a chatterbox. (Haha! Get it?) I like people to know anything that enters my mind, and then hit myself for saying it later. Talk and then think, that's me. I also try to joke around, but it's never funny. 

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(September 10, 2015 - 6:46 pm)

I'm Joining!!! I love history, especially about the Civil War and Revolutionary War. I usually carry a sword (that I know how to use) and I am caring. So if anyone is hurt, I make sure they're ok. I have a quick temper, am loyal to my friends, and country, and I act tough to hide I'm not soft. I laugh A LOT. Just not during wars. By the way, I'm a girl.  The story sounds so cool so far! Cool Idea!

submitted by Joan B. of Arc, age 13, Camelot
(September 10, 2015 - 8:07 pm)
Thank you guys so much for commenting!!! I can't believe how many people want to be in my story!!!
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What was going on? Something was seriously wrong here. Abigail placed the history book back in her bag, hands trembling. She would've given anything to be back in that mind-numbing class, no matter how annoying it had seemed at the time. 
"Hello." She heard a voice behind her and whirled around. A girl with braids in a checker pattern dress and an apron was the speaker. The girl gave Abigail the once over, her eyes scanning her messily brushed brown hair, down the pink t-shirt and jean shorts, and then popping back up. 
"I don't believe we've met," the girl said, sticking out a hand. "I'm Katydid. Why are your clothes so strange? Where'd you come from? What's your name?"
"Um..." Katydid talked quite fast, one sentence running into another, but Abigail liked her outgoing, unquestioning manner.
"I'm Abigail," Abigail said, shaking Katydid's offered hand. "And I come from... really far away." It was all very true, of course, but Abigail didn't say far away in a geographical manner, but the truth raised more questions than it answered. 
 "And uh, where am I? Er... also... what year is it?" Abigail asked hesitantly, afraid Katydid would think her ingnorant. 
But Katydid only laughed kindly, and Abigail couldn't help smiling at the carefree boldness of the sound. 
"You must be from VERY far away, to not know the year! Anyway, you're in Palmito Ranch! It's 1865." 
The town's name seemed familier, but Abigail couldn't place it. 
"Look." Katydid suddenly got serious. "I know there's something you're not telling me, and you don't have to. But come with me. People will think you're nuts looking like that! It's very improper for young ladies to show their legs."
Abigail snorted, recalling the incredibly short bottoms of girls at her middle school. 
"What?" Katydid asked, miffed. "I've changed my mind," Abigail's new aquainence decided. "You are telling me everything... after you've changed, of course. And there are a few people I'd like you to meet. They're good at things like this..." 
With nothing better to do, Abigail followed Katydid, feeling the grass squelch under her feet. Whatever this was, wherever she was, Abigail could tell it was shaping up to be an adventure.  
submitted by Abigail S. , age 11, Nose in a Book
(September 10, 2015 - 8:25 pm)

Love it so far!

submitted by Booksy Owly
(September 10, 2015 - 9:51 pm)

That is SO me!! XD The pigtail and everything! If I lived back then, checkers and aprons would be my thing!! XD You nailed it!

submitted by Katydid
(September 10, 2015 - 11:40 pm)
@Somebody, you can certainly join, but I think that's enough people for now! It's getting kinda crowded!!! Everybody will get worked in at some point, not necessarily in the order you submitted.
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A few minutes later, Abigail was standing in Katydid's barn, wearing a plaid dress. Katydid had left a moment before, saying she had some people she wanted Abigail to meet. 
Abigail surveyed the inside of the building. A few horses stood in stalls, looking at her suspiciously, huge eyes narrowed. Hay bales were tossed around, individual stalks poking up. Just as she was glancing at a saddle hanging from a hook on the wall, Katydid reentered, with two unfamilier girls by her side.
"I'm back," Katydid anounced, as if that wasn't apparent already. "This," she continued, gesturing to the girl at her right, "Is Danie." Abigail waved shyly, and Danie smiled and nodded. 
"I'm Brookeria," the other girl said. 
"Pleased to meet you," Abigail said politely, then turned to Katydid. 
"Why did you want me to meet them?"
Katydid hesitated, as if second-guessing her desicion. "Well... it's because..."
"We're both safe houses for runaway slaves," Danie offered. 
"I'm not a runaway slave!" Abigail said, offended. "I'm a... traveler." 
"All by yourself?" Brookeria seemed suspicious. 
Abigail wasn't quite sure what to say. Lying (or telling a warped version of the truth) to Katydid had been easier, but now that this had escalated, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't say something different than what she had told Katydid or she would be doubtful. 
"I'm actually kind of lost," she allowed. Which was true. But it would take more than a map to get her back home. 
"That's no answer," Danie scoffed, but she seemed more curious than upset. 
"I know you're not an escaped slave, anyway." Katydid sighed, rolling her eyes. "I just called these two because they know a lot more places than me." 
"Where are you from, anyway?" Brookeria asked, sitting down on a hay bale and brushing a strand of blond hair out of her sea green eyes. Danie took a seat too, and Katydid soon followed suit. It felt like Abigail was onstage, performing in a play. The audiance was eager.
"I live in a city called... Los Angelos," she explained hesitantly. 
"I've never heard of that place," Danie said excitedly. "Is it a city of angels? Because it says angelos. Get it?" She laughed at her own joke and Abigail had to smile. 
"Did someone say angels? I know about angels." An unfamiler voice came from the back of the barn. 
 "Don't do that," Brookeria said crossly. "It's annoying when you eavesdrop." 
A girl stepped out from the shadows. "Sorry." 
"Who are you?" Abigail asked. 
"St. Owl," the girl answered, suddenly looking rather uncomfortable. 
"Saint Owl?!" Abigail said curiously. "Like... an angelic bird?"
"Um... I guess...," St. Owl said shyly. 
"HEY!" Danie said. "I asked a question here!" 
"Can we get back to the story?" Brookeria demanded. 
"Uh... What's going on anyway? I only heard about half of it," St. Owl said. 
Abigail sighed. She was getting way to caught up in life in 1865... All she wanted was to quickly find a way home... 
submitted by Abigail S. , age 11, Nose in a Book
(September 11, 2015 - 6:20 pm)

Nice! Can't wait for my intro!

submitted by Booksy Owly
(September 11, 2015 - 9:35 pm)

Am I too late to join? I would love to if I can, I'm a girl, 11 3/4, and a bit of a nerd and a geek (there is a difference!). I like my sci-fi hard, my horror funny and scary at the same time, my dystopia plentiful and my technology liberal. I would probably be from either the present or the future and take my beloved iPad. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, a little crazy and obsessive, and a bit blunt at times. 

submitted by Somebody, age Who cares, Various places
(September 11, 2015 - 12:16 am)
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