Chatterbox: Inkwell

Forestors Bk. 1: Getting Where We're Going

(note: Someday I'd like to send this to Cricket magazine, but I don't know how, nor do I have illustrations. And I haven't finished the book either. I am in seventh grade and this is my first teenish book so I'm as good as I'd like. But, oh well. I like it anyway. Hope you guys like it)

Beep! Beep!Beep!  13 year old, Summer rolled over onto her other side. Beep! Beep!Beep! She groaned. She opened her sleep-fogged eyes and fumbled around to turn off her alarm clock. She rubbed her eyes. Great... It's 2:30, she thought tiredly. She lay there for a minute or two. Now that she was fully awake she got up and ran to her younger brother's room. Summer was tall, with long, wavy golden brown hair, and emerald green eyes. Full of excitement at the day to come, she shook him harder than she meant. "Walter, wake up! You've got to get up! At this rate we're gonna be late!" Her 11 year old brother moaned and sat up. "It's almost 3:00am! Come on, let's get ready to go! Gotta go in an hour!" At this point Summer was almost jumping up and down in excitement. She couldn't wait until what would be her first real summer camp and, well, her first real adventure. She could be what you would call a 'sheltered child'. She was homeschooled, and the only things that she went outside her yard was for church, going to her grandparents, and going on sleepovers with her bestie, and shopping.                                                                                                          

This 'real adventure' was a church Youth Group trip to a camp in the Rocky Mountains. This was not the usual two weeks, this was all summer.                      Walter and she rushed around the house gathering their luggage and getting various chores done. By the time they were done eating their breakfast it was 3:00am and their parents only just got up. Walter and Summer urged them to hurry. Their dad replied that he would not hurry till he had made a cup of coffee. Their mom agreed heartily. 

After two cups of coffee and a 20 minute drive, they were finally at the Group's meeting place. It was a big red-brick traditional-looking church, with a big steeple and a few bells. In the front yard there was a sign saying "Christ Fellowship Church service; Sundays 9-10am". There was a tour bus on the other side of the parking lot from where the Clocksworths parked. (Yes, Summer's last name is Clocksworth.)  It was still dark outside on the first day of June, so Summer got out and turned on her flashlight. Walter got out of the car like a slug, still weighed by sleepiness. Another car drove into the parking lot. Three shadowy figures got out of it. Two went into the church and one came running toward them. Summer pointed the beam of light toward the stranger. "Ahh, i'm melting!" dramatized Wendy Kenten, sheilding her eyes with her hands. "Oh, sorry," apologized Summer, hugging Wendy. "There should be lights soon," Wendy said, looking around the dark parking lot. Suddenly, the street lights in the lot flickered to life.  Too be continued.....

I will be writing new parts to this story as often as I can.  've been thinking about this story for forever (well, it feels like it).