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Sorry... I'm new here.... trying to get some attention.... advertising.... yeah.... no... fine...
ANYWAYS.... Who wants to start a round robin (yuuum...) story?
I DO!
So, add on from here, don't get it out of control, don't type anything mean... you know the drill.
Let's go!
I sat down under a shady green tree, sipping a cup of ice cold instant-make lemonade. I was about to induldge in a chapter of my book, when I heard a loud noise from across the street. Assuming it was just the teenagers playing football AGAIN, I kept reading. But soon, a loud voice rolled in my ears. "WATER FIGHT!" it said. Water fight? I slipped on some sandals and ran toward the field, leaving my book under a tree..... TBC
submitted by CJ, age 10, VA
(April 13, 2010 - 3:58 pm)
(April 13, 2010 - 3:58 pm)
Welcome to Chatterbox!!!
Worst mistake I ever made. I came boack my book drenched, just like my hair. Anger boiled inside of me.......................................
Sorry that was short.
(April 13, 2010 - 4:16 pm)
.....because once again, the boys had won with their superior fire- and bragging- power. At least I could buy a new copy of that book for 2.00 at the 5 Under Book Shop. But water fights were rare. And the winner didn't just walk off with wet hair, but with bragging rights. I was dreading going back to school, where the new buzz would be about me and every other girl age 5 to 12 in our nieghborhood. Now even my cup of lemonade looked sour. But my luck turned after walking in the house, where I saw...........
Don't worry Clair... short is sweet!
(April 13, 2010 - 4:39 pm)
Ya I worded it wrong, too. I was in a hurry.
(April 13, 2010 - 5:59 pm)
I turn around, my curly, untamed brown hair flying. I look around and find the closest kid, a small boy, maybe a fifth or sixth grader. "Did. You. Do. This?"
"Sorry!" he says, his voice high and scared. Maybe fourth grade. "I'm sorry!"
I raise my hands and point all my fingers at him. Pink lightning comes out of them and wraps around the boy. He screams. I pay no attention -- I know this part doesn't hurt. Then there is no more boy, just a small mouse in the grass, glancing around nervously.
Now I notice a larger boy standing nearby. He has been watching all this time. "What did you do to my brother?!" he yells at me. "Turn him back!" Now it is my turn to be scared. I can't move.
"She's a witch!" he shouts, and his friends come running. "SHE'S A WITCH!"
(April 13, 2010 - 4:55 pm)
I wake up from my dream. It's a puzzler, and I race to my room to put all the pieces together. How was I able to fall asleep on the counter? Why did I dream about witchcraft? Why would I turn someone's brother into a mouse for beating me in a water fight? Too many questions, not enough answers. My lazy summer brain can barely do 2+2=4. So I rush downstairs to look at the glorius document that could erase the burden from the Oak Ridge Drive girls' shoulders after our water fight defeat. It's a contest, a "What Summer Means to Me" photo and essay contest. Grand prize? 100 dollars- perfect for water fight equipment. I grabbed an especially buttery handful of popcorn and ran to the porch to start planning.
(April 13, 2010 - 5:31 pm)
(April 13, 2010 - 6:38 pm)
I am a girl- and loving it!
And now, back to the story.
.....I happend to find a pack of water ballons next to the sewer. It must have been Heather's ballons! Maybe they fell out of her pocket. I raced back to the porch to think about the contest. But then Mom called me inside, and I got worried. What happend? But after walking into the house, I knew what was going on after she showed me......
(April 14, 2010 - 6:06 am)
Oops! I thought.
The boy was alternating between staring pointedly at me then at the mouse on the ground.
Oh no! I groaned inwardly, Now I have to turn the little brat back to his snotty self, and try that new memory charm thingy that Gramma taught me the other day!
Sighing, I stretched out all my fingers and blue lightning flashed from the mouse/kid, racing back into my hands. There stood the boy, looking like he'd just seen the most terrifying thing of his inadequate, short life. I glanced at him appraisingly, then turned to alter his brother's memory. What I saw was the most terrifying thing of my life.
He was gone.
(April 13, 2010 - 7:20 pm)
My mind raced. Surely he wasn't a warlock -- if he was, he'd've turned his stupid brother back himself. So someone had to have moved him.
The little kid interrupted my thoughts. "Where's Chris?" His voice rose in pitch. "Did you send him away?"
"I don't know where your brother is, and I don't care enough about him to send him anywhere," I reply.
"Are you really a witch like he said?"
"No," I say sarcastically. While he's processing that: "Yes, I am." I roll my eyes. "Duh. Are you scared?"
"Yeah."
At least he's honest.
"Good."
"My name's Josh," he says. "Can you find Chris?"
"I'm Sara. Maybe." I don't know why I'm agreeing to help him, but he's so pathetic, and I've always been impulsive.
I drop to the ground, kneeling next to the place where Chris was. I don't have much practice with magical auras, and they are a tricky and inexact business. A little nervously, I put my hand to the ground and pull it up. With it comes a shimmering magic, the aura that will tell me who preformed the spell. I look at it. And what I see there terrifies me even more.
(April 14, 2010 - 4:33 pm)
The Serpent Of Awlix rose above me. How do I know this? Its mouth opens. Inside are the most valuable set of choppers I've ever seen. Gold and flashing, they came closer and closer. I tried to run but couldn't move. Suddenly a flash of silver and it was all over. I was sweating in my bed, when a cool voice sailed over me. I was petrified. "Mice, dragons, hah! You're destined to do more that that, Sara. I looked to the left, and there, by the alarm clock............................
That was a little longer!
(April 14, 2010 - 5:00 pm)
I don't really know what a round robin is, but I'll try my best:
Anger boiled inside of me. It felt as though lava had been injected into my very veins. Before I knew what I was doing, I had whipped out my wand and pointed it at Lewis. He was going to pay for what he had just said. Right then, Philip grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, hissing in my ear, "Don't. Just forget it." I lowered my wand shooting Lewis a very nasty look indeed, but I did not forget about it.
So, did I do it right? Am I supposed to add on to it later, or what?
-☺☻
(April 14, 2010 - 7:01 pm)
Urm it seems we have two different stories here. So I will post two possible next segemtns... and Hannah, you did fine. A round Robin is where someone starts a story and anothe rperson adds on, then another. Get it?
1 "Shut up Heather!" I shouted in anger. She stopped laughing, and retreated into her circle of friends who gave me sympathetic looks but made no move to stick up for me. They'd all been subjected to Heather's brutalness before. And then I had an idea.
Heather was going to pay.
2 I was drenched, but that did not stop the anger from burning. How come these things happened to me? My wand, hidden in the dpeths of my pocket, dug into my thigh as I ran, away from my mistakes and my fury. What did Phillip know? He didn't know about me, he didn't know me. And Lewis...
They were all going to pay.
(April 16, 2010 - 3:38 pm)
I'm getting a bit confused. I'll just stick with the Heather one. I don't know why.
(the one with Heather, I hope you don't mind if I do this in first person) School. Just hearing the word made me groan. It's enough that I have to go to school in the first place, but to be in the same class and to have my desk right beside hers is, just, pure -. But right now, sitting beside Heather seems like the perfect oppurtunity. But before I can get back at her, I must....
(April 18, 2010 - 6:19 pm)