LadyMaria
03-12-2007, 12:38 AM
Heya everyone! I'm not too good at writing, but I read all these wonderful thread's and I'm all like: Well I should post something too! So here I am. This is really the first story I've written thats either not for school or I've actually decided to stick with it. So.. here we go..
Chapt. 1: (Note: This is not the title, but the chapter's title)
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Before Sharie, I never put myself out there. I was never crazy— and I never did things just because I could or because I wanted too. Sharie seemed to see something in every person and everything that nobody else could see. It was weird to think that she was here and made such difference and then that she just disappeared in a way.
I still remember the day she came. It was a quiet, still day, only two days before school started- for me 7th grade, for my little sister 3rd.
“There’s a new family moving in soon,” my mother had been saying all of that week. “and there’s a girl just about your age! Maybe you’ll make a friend before 7th grade even starts!”
Yeah right. I already had enough friends. Plus, how would it look if I let a new girl be my friend? Not good. So I just shook my head each time and looked back out my window.
Our small house faces away from the beach on an old road that twists and turns until it finally reaches ( I need to figure out a name for this city, lol), which is the closest city for miles. My room is in the very back of our house, so I have a perfect view of the ocean.
But today I wasn’t looking out the back. Both me and my sister practically had out noses pressed against the front window. Actually, I noticed now, she did have her nosed pressed against the glass.
“Mary!” I told her, “You’re leaving smudges all over the window!”
Mary took a step back and looked at the mark her nose and hands had made. She rubbed the spots with the palm of her hand, only to make it worse. I rolled my eyes and looked back out the window. There was a white and orange moving van parked in the front of a house across the street (and three doors down) that had been empty for what seemed like forever.
We watched as a man got out of the van and closed the door behind him. At the same time, a woman got out of the car behind the van. Three girls got out the other side. They were all different ages. The youngest was the girl my mother had been talking about, I was sure, and the others seemed to be in grades nine and twelve. The man came around and put around his wife’s shoulders. He said something we couldn’t hear, and then all of them looked up at the house.
My mother insisted we all go over and welcome the new family. So she packed up a basket with fresh rolls and other things she had been baking that day, and the three of us— my father, Mary, and me, followed her over to our new neighbors. The girls’ mother turned to greet mine.
“Welcome to the neighborhood,” my mother said, smiling and handing our neighbors the basket “I’m Carol Parker, and this is my husband Jeff. My daughter’s name is Mary— Mary dear, say hello— and my son Tom.”
While Mary pretty much yelled a hello I lifted my arm up in a half wave.
“Why thank you Carol! I’m Susan Spangler and my husband, Max.” Susan took the basket, smiling just like my mother. “Sharie, Cassie, Dori.” She said, naming her daughters. So Sharie was the girl’s name.
They each waved and smiled. Only now did I notice how alike they all looked. They all had the dazzling blonde hair that only popular kids seemed to have, (Cassie’s was short and pulled up in a short ponytail, Dori’s a little longer than shoulder length, and Sharie’s somewhere inbetween).
After a moment of just standing and smiling, my mother put her hands together and said, “Well then, we should probably let you get back to unpacking, but you’re welcome in our house any time.” And then after a short good bye, the three of us followed my mother back across the street. Once we got to our porch, I looked back. Sharie was still standing in the same place, and she smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back before walking into our house.
Okay, there's my sad attempt at a first chapter. I'd like to know what you guys think. Thanks!
Chapt. 1: (Note: This is not the title, but the chapter's title)
http://i31.****************/albums/c399/Lady94/NewKidOntheBlockTitle.gif
Before Sharie, I never put myself out there. I was never crazy— and I never did things just because I could or because I wanted too. Sharie seemed to see something in every person and everything that nobody else could see. It was weird to think that she was here and made such difference and then that she just disappeared in a way.
I still remember the day she came. It was a quiet, still day, only two days before school started- for me 7th grade, for my little sister 3rd.
“There’s a new family moving in soon,” my mother had been saying all of that week. “and there’s a girl just about your age! Maybe you’ll make a friend before 7th grade even starts!”
Yeah right. I already had enough friends. Plus, how would it look if I let a new girl be my friend? Not good. So I just shook my head each time and looked back out my window.
Our small house faces away from the beach on an old road that twists and turns until it finally reaches ( I need to figure out a name for this city, lol), which is the closest city for miles. My room is in the very back of our house, so I have a perfect view of the ocean.
But today I wasn’t looking out the back. Both me and my sister practically had out noses pressed against the front window. Actually, I noticed now, she did have her nosed pressed against the glass.
“Mary!” I told her, “You’re leaving smudges all over the window!”
Mary took a step back and looked at the mark her nose and hands had made. She rubbed the spots with the palm of her hand, only to make it worse. I rolled my eyes and looked back out the window. There was a white and orange moving van parked in the front of a house across the street (and three doors down) that had been empty for what seemed like forever.
We watched as a man got out of the van and closed the door behind him. At the same time, a woman got out of the car behind the van. Three girls got out the other side. They were all different ages. The youngest was the girl my mother had been talking about, I was sure, and the others seemed to be in grades nine and twelve. The man came around and put around his wife’s shoulders. He said something we couldn’t hear, and then all of them looked up at the house.
My mother insisted we all go over and welcome the new family. So she packed up a basket with fresh rolls and other things she had been baking that day, and the three of us— my father, Mary, and me, followed her over to our new neighbors. The girls’ mother turned to greet mine.
“Welcome to the neighborhood,” my mother said, smiling and handing our neighbors the basket “I’m Carol Parker, and this is my husband Jeff. My daughter’s name is Mary— Mary dear, say hello— and my son Tom.”
While Mary pretty much yelled a hello I lifted my arm up in a half wave.
“Why thank you Carol! I’m Susan Spangler and my husband, Max.” Susan took the basket, smiling just like my mother. “Sharie, Cassie, Dori.” She said, naming her daughters. So Sharie was the girl’s name.
They each waved and smiled. Only now did I notice how alike they all looked. They all had the dazzling blonde hair that only popular kids seemed to have, (Cassie’s was short and pulled up in a short ponytail, Dori’s a little longer than shoulder length, and Sharie’s somewhere inbetween).
After a moment of just standing and smiling, my mother put her hands together and said, “Well then, we should probably let you get back to unpacking, but you’re welcome in our house any time.” And then after a short good bye, the three of us followed my mother back across the street. Once we got to our porch, I looked back. Sharie was still standing in the same place, and she smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back before walking into our house.
Okay, there's my sad attempt at a first chapter. I'd like to know what you guys think. Thanks!