Tum Tum's POV (Point of View)
I woke to the sound of Rocky and Colt talking. Colt seemed angered and Rocky frusterated.
Typical! I thought. Colt was always sarcastic and sometimes rude, causing Rocky to take quick action and act 'grow-up' just because he was the oldest out of us three. Sometimes it got annoying, Rocky acting like grandpa.
"What are you two talking about?" I muttered still half asleep. A bag of jellybeans what at my side.
"Nothing," Colt and Rocky said together as the spun around to glare at me.
"Well what did I do?" I asked innocently.
"C'mon let's just go get some pizza," Rocky muttered and Colt rolled his eyes and stood up. We all got on sweaters and grabbed our bikes. We began our short way towards the pizza parlor. Rocky seemed distracted and Colt seemed agitated. Whatever the two were arguing about they didn't seem happy.
The ride was akward and silent. "Does anyone want any jellybeans?" I politely suggested.
Rocky and Colt whipped around to look at me. "No!" They said together again and I shrugged. "I was just asking." My reply made Colt turn around again.
"Colt! Look out!" Rocky yelled and as Colt turned back around he was sent flying over his handle bars.
"Woah!" Colt yelped as he hit the pavement and rolled.
"Colt!" Rocky and I yelled together and got off of our bikes and went to see if our brother was alright. "You okay?" Rocky asked.
"Just great," Colt muttered and wiped himself off. His hands were scraped and there was a shallow cut on his cheek.
"Your bleeding," I noted and Colt wiped off his cheek, blood staining his hand.
"Oh well," was his reply.
Rocky and I sighed and we all got back on our bikes.
As the parlor came into view our hopes raised. We hadn't had pizza in awhile, we tried our best to eat healthy at Grandpa's cabin. We locked our bikes on the bike rack and went inside. We quickly ordered the pizzas and Colt and Rocky went to play the arcade games. I waited patiently.
"Number forty-five," The girl at the till said into the microphone. I immediatly jumped up and looked at the lady.
"That's me!" I grinned and she handed me a medium pepperoni pizza. "Thank you!" I said and went to enjoy my food.
After a few minutes the lady called into the microphone again. "Number forty-six," Colt perked up and left his game. He smiled politely to the girl and got his own small pizza.
Rocky was still involved in his video game as Colt and I enjoyed our pizza.
Ding! Ding! The bell from the door rang and three people walked into the pizza parlor. Colt and I turned to see who it was, clearly nosey. It was Ayla and her family.
"Hey guys!" She said with a bright smile and waved to us. Her parents said something quietly and went to order their pizza.
"Hi Ayla," I muttered through my mouth full of pizza.
Colt looked at me rolled his eyes and than turned his attention to Ayla. "You can sit down," He said and gestured to the seat across from him and beside me.
"Thanks," She said and sat down. A brief ringtone went off and Ayla looked in her father's direction. He was talking into his phone and he seemed stressed. Her dad looked at her mom, muttered something and than walked over to Ayla. "I'm sorry, duty calls. I'll see you tonight! I promise," He said and hurried off with the car.
Ayla sighed and looked down.
"What was that all about?" I said and recieved a sharp kick from Colt. "Ow!" I said and Colt glared at me.
"He isn't around much. He works for the FBI and I never get to see him anymore," She seemed upset.
"Our father works in the FBI too," Colt and I said together. "We understand."
"That's why we moved," Ayla said and looked at both of us with sad brown eyes.
Just than three men in black ski masks entered the parlor. Guns aiming at the innocent customers. "This is a robbery! Where's the money!" One of the men yelled. Colt and I looked at each other and customers gasped. The lady at the till began to tremble and Rocky was still involved in his game.
"Now!" The second robber called and the lady opened the till. The third robber leaped over the counter and pushed the lady down, taking the cash and stuffing it into a pillow case. Colt stood up and walked over.
"I don't think you should've done that," He said simply.
I sighed and Ayla looked at me. "He's going to get himself shot!"
The second robber aimed the gun around the parlor and everyone ducked. Everyone except for Colt and I and Rocky who was too busy with his game to notice.
"Well, well, well," The third robber leaped back over the counter and stood infront of Colt. "What do we have here? Kid, shouldn't you be in the sand box?"
"Shouldn't you be in jail?" Colt shot back and clenched his fists.
The man chuckled and looked back at his companions. "Who does this kid think he is?"
"The one who's going to kick your butt!" Colt yelled.
"I doubt tha-" The robber was cut off as Colt aimed a blow to his gut.
"Why you little-" He was cut off again as Colt kicked away the robber's gun and sent it skidding across the floor. He aimed another blow to the criminal's chest and than knocked his legs out from under him.
The robber crumpled in pain and stayed huddled. The second robber aimed his gun at Colt and was about to shoot when I ran over and kicked him where it hurts. "Aya!" I said and the robber bent down in agony. I aimed a blow to his head with my hand and he fell down. He seemed to be sobbing. "What a baby!" I said and froze when I heard Colt yell my name. The first robber was now holding Ayla as a hostage, a gun to her head as he backed slowly to the door. The stolen money in his hand.
"Rocky!" I yelled.
"What?!" Rocky grumbled and turned around. When he saw the two robbers on the ground and the other threatening to shoot Ayla he froze. He was directly behind Ayla and the man. He grinned and slammed down his hand on the mans collarbone, karate-chopping it.
The man immediatly let go of Ayla and she ran over to Colt and I.
Rocky used this to his advantage and elbowed the man in the face. The man swung at Rocky but he dodged and kicked him in the side.
Instead of trying to fight backagain the robber made a run for it, heading towards the door but the un-noticed sound of sirens could suddenly be heard and four police cruisers pulled into the parking lot, surrounding the pizza parlor. The robber dropped to the ground, surrendering. Three police men came inside and arrested the men. The sheriff came in as well and looked at Rocky, Colt, and I.
"You three stopped them?" He asked.
We all nodded.
"How? You're just kids!" He said with disbelief.
"They're ninjas," Ayla interupted with a smile. "They saved my life."
Rocky and Colt blushed and I rolled my eyes.
"Congratulations boy," The sheriff said and walked back out the door, the men groaning in pain.
Ayla watched and than turned her attention on us. "That guy would've killed me if it wasn't for you guys," She said.
"She's right," Ayla's mother said as she walked over. She had teary eyes, she must've been scared for her daughter.
"Oh it was nothing," I said shyly.
Ayla smiled and walked over to Rocky. She kissed him on the cheek. She then walked over to Colt and kissed him on the cheek, "What happened to you?" She said and touched his cut on his cheek. "Oh nothing, it doesn't hurt," Colt said, clearly trying to impress her.
Ayla giggled and than turned to me. "You're not kissing me!" I said and backed into a table. She advanced and kissed my cheek. "Bleh!" I thought.
Thursday 15 September 2011
Nothing But A Dream; Chapter 3: The New Neighbour
Rocky's POV (Point of View)
As we drove down our street we saw a huge moving truck parked across from our house. "Whoa," Colt and I said together.
Tum Tum was to busy eating a string of licorice.
A girl was talking to a man, probably her father.
She looked in our direction as we pulled into our driveway. Mom and Dad were already making their way over to the new neighbours.
Grandpa waved quickly to his daughter and his son-in-law before dropping our bags and ourselves off.
I got out and walked over to our parents with my brothers.
"Jeffrey. Samuel. Michael." My mom smiled when she spotted us. She was talking to a woman before she turned to see us. Dad was talking to the man the girl was speaking with moments before.
"It's Colt, Rocky, and Tum Tum. Remember?" Tum Tum corrected Mom.
"Of course Michael, I mean Tum Tum," Mom laughed.
All three of us hugged our parents.
The man coughed slightly, indicating he was still there. "Henry," the woman said.
"Oh! Sorry," Mom said and turned to the woman and man. "These are my sons. Samuel," she said gesturing to me. "Jeffrey," she said and put her hand on Colt's shoulder. "And Michael," Mom said and Tum Tum gave the two strangers a shy smile.
"Ayla!" The man called and the girl came over. Her brown eyes looked at me and my brothers curiously.
"This is Ayla," the woman said.
"Hi," I smiled.
"Hi," she said.
As the parents went to greet each other, Colt, Tum Tum, and I were left with Ayla.
"I'm Rocky," I greeted her.
"I thought you were Samuel," She said her eyebrows slightly pressed together, showing her bewilderment.
"Oh, those our are family names," Colt said.
"We are ninjas!" Tum Tum added.
"What are your ninja names?" Ayla asked, she seemed interested.
"Well, he's Rocky 'cause he's solid. I'm Colt 'cause I'm fast and he's Tum Tum 'cause... well, he'll eat just about anything," Colt said.
"Rocky. Colt. Tum Tum." Ayla said and pointed to one of us, remembering our names.
"We prefer to be called our ninja names than our family names," I added and she shot me a smile.
After a brief moment of silence Colt asked, "Are you new around here?"
The girl giggled and pointed in the direction of the house. The large moving truck still in the driveway, unloading furniture and other household items.
"Right," Colt said and looked down, clearly embaressed.
"How old are you?" I asked suddenly.
"Fifteen," She said. Cool! I thought. She's around my age!"I'm sixteen," I said and was interupted by Colt.
"I'm fifteen!" He said.
"I'm twelve," Tum Tum replied, not wanting to be out-done.
I rolled my eyes. Tum Tum was such a ham sometimes.
"D-are you going to go to our school?" I asked, letting my original question drop.
"Probably," Ayla tried her best not to laugh but all three of us could see it was hard to contain.
"Right..."I said and looked as oddly embaressed as Colt had been earlier.
"Ayla?" A woman, I guessed was Ayla's mom, called.
"Coming!" Ayla said and gave us a smile. "I'm sorry I have to help unpack. I'll see you later!" She said as she waved good-bye and ran over to help her parents and the movers unpack.
"She seems... cool," Colt asked and looked at me from the corner of his eye.
"Yeah.." I said and picked up my duffle bag. I walked back across the road towards our house. Colt and Tum Tum were whispering quietly to each other and Mom and Dad were trailing behind them.
I entered the house, walked up the stairs, and into the room my brother's and I shared. I threw my bag on my bed and sat down as Colt and Tum Tum entered the room. Colt threw his bag on his bed, the top bunk, as Tum Tum flopped down on his, the bottom bunk. I had a single bed to myself.
"What now?" Colt asked, it was obvious he was bored.
Tum Tum let out a long, exasperated sigh. "I don't know."
"We could go to the pizza parlor," I suggested.
"I want to go later," Colt said and turned around to take a brief nap. Tum Tum and I quickly agreed.
As we drove down our street we saw a huge moving truck parked across from our house. "Whoa," Colt and I said together.
Tum Tum was to busy eating a string of licorice.
A girl was talking to a man, probably her father.
She looked in our direction as we pulled into our driveway. Mom and Dad were already making their way over to the new neighbours.
Grandpa waved quickly to his daughter and his son-in-law before dropping our bags and ourselves off.
I got out and walked over to our parents with my brothers.
"Jeffrey. Samuel. Michael." My mom smiled when she spotted us. She was talking to a woman before she turned to see us. Dad was talking to the man the girl was speaking with moments before.
"It's Colt, Rocky, and Tum Tum. Remember?" Tum Tum corrected Mom.
"Of course Michael, I mean Tum Tum," Mom laughed.
All three of us hugged our parents.
The man coughed slightly, indicating he was still there. "Henry," the woman said.
"Oh! Sorry," Mom said and turned to the woman and man. "These are my sons. Samuel," she said gesturing to me. "Jeffrey," she said and put her hand on Colt's shoulder. "And Michael," Mom said and Tum Tum gave the two strangers a shy smile.
"Ayla!" The man called and the girl came over. Her brown eyes looked at me and my brothers curiously.
"This is Ayla," the woman said.
"Hi," I smiled.
"Hi," she said.
As the parents went to greet each other, Colt, Tum Tum, and I were left with Ayla.
"I'm Rocky," I greeted her.
"I thought you were Samuel," She said her eyebrows slightly pressed together, showing her bewilderment.
"Oh, those our are family names," Colt said.
"We are ninjas!" Tum Tum added.
"What are your ninja names?" Ayla asked, she seemed interested.
"Well, he's Rocky 'cause he's solid. I'm Colt 'cause I'm fast and he's Tum Tum 'cause... well, he'll eat just about anything," Colt said.
"Rocky. Colt. Tum Tum." Ayla said and pointed to one of us, remembering our names.
"We prefer to be called our ninja names than our family names," I added and she shot me a smile.
After a brief moment of silence Colt asked, "Are you new around here?"
The girl giggled and pointed in the direction of the house. The large moving truck still in the driveway, unloading furniture and other household items.
"Right," Colt said and looked down, clearly embaressed.
"How old are you?" I asked suddenly.
"Fifteen," She said. Cool! I thought. She's around my age!"I'm sixteen," I said and was interupted by Colt.
"I'm fifteen!" He said.
"I'm twelve," Tum Tum replied, not wanting to be out-done.
I rolled my eyes. Tum Tum was such a ham sometimes.
"D-are you going to go to our school?" I asked, letting my original question drop.
"Probably," Ayla tried her best not to laugh but all three of us could see it was hard to contain.
"Right..."I said and looked as oddly embaressed as Colt had been earlier.
"Ayla?" A woman, I guessed was Ayla's mom, called.
"Coming!" Ayla said and gave us a smile. "I'm sorry I have to help unpack. I'll see you later!" She said as she waved good-bye and ran over to help her parents and the movers unpack.
"She seems... cool," Colt asked and looked at me from the corner of his eye.
"Yeah.." I said and picked up my duffle bag. I walked back across the road towards our house. Colt and Tum Tum were whispering quietly to each other and Mom and Dad were trailing behind them.
I entered the house, walked up the stairs, and into the room my brother's and I shared. I threw my bag on my bed and sat down as Colt and Tum Tum entered the room. Colt threw his bag on his bed, the top bunk, as Tum Tum flopped down on his, the bottom bunk. I had a single bed to myself.
"What now?" Colt asked, it was obvious he was bored.
Tum Tum let out a long, exasperated sigh. "I don't know."
"We could go to the pizza parlor," I suggested.
"I want to go later," Colt said and turned around to take a brief nap. Tum Tum and I quickly agreed.
Nothing But A Dream; Chapter 2: The Lunch
Colt's POV (Point of View)
"Tum Tum!" I heard Rocky, my older brother say as my younger brother ate his sandwitch.
"What?" Tum Tum asked innocently.
Rocky rolled his eyes. "That was my sandwitch."
I chuckled. Tum Tum was the hungry one out of all three of us.
"Boys?" I heard my grandpa say.
"Yes, Grandpa?" Rocky asked as he put away his plate. Tum Tum had already devoured the sandwitch.
"I'm going out for awhile, I'll be back soon. I expect you'll have lunch by the time I'm back," Grandpa said as he walked out the door.
"Yes sir," all three of us chimed.
"Tum Tum, you cook," Rocky ordered. "I'll do the dishes when lunch is done and Colt can-"
"I'll practice on the dummy!" I said and bounded off outside. We were spending our weekend at our grandfather's cabin. He was Japenese and he new martial arts. He taught us everything there was to know about being a ninja.
"Colt!" I heard my brother, Rocky call after me but I ignored him. He was always trying to tell me what to do. He was always bossy. I soon made my way to the side of the house where a training dummy was tied to a rope and hanging from a tree branch. I aimed a blow just in the center of the chest of the dummy with my fist and the eyes lit up. A short ding went off and a smile crept onto my face.
I aimed another blow at the dummy, this time aiming for it's forehead. I smiled with satisfaction as my foot met with the hard cushion. Ding! Went the dummy and the eyes lit up with a red light.
After practicing for what seemed like hours I heard Rocky and Tum Tum calling me.
"Great," I sighed and wiped the sweat off my brow. I walked along the side of the cabin and entered, pushing the screen door away from me.
"Lunch is ready," Rocky said.
"I heard," I retorted and stood behind the dining table. I knew what was coming. A plate came sailing over to me and I caught it with one hand and set it on the table. Two more came flying towards me, over Rocky's head. I grabbed them both and set them on the table.
"Do you think Grandpa will eat?" I heard Tum Tum ask.
"Yes," Rocky said and and another plate came flying from where ever Tum Tum was. I caught it quickly and set it down where grandpa usually sat.
"Table's set!" I called and I grabbed a plate, just in time as spaghetti flew towards me. I caught it with the plate and set it down. After catching three more plates of spaghetti Rocky, Tum Tum, and I sat down to eat. We waited for grandpa to get back.
Beep! Beep! Beep!All three of our heads whipped to look at the large red lightbulb, flashing and making an alarm sound.
"Grandpa's back!" Tum Tum yelled and Rocky and I rolled our eyes. Rocky stood up to turn off the alarm.
"Boys!" Grandpa said as he walked in and sat at the table. "It smells delicious!"
"Thank you, Grandpa," All three of us coursed together.
"Colt didn't help!" Tum Tum said suddenly and I reached out a leg to kick Tum Tum.
"Ow! Colt kicked me!" Tum Tum said and I smirked.
"Colt, enough. Eat your lunch," Grandpa scolded and I sighed. I dug into my food as well as Grandpa, Rocky, and Tum Tum. "After we eat, I'm taking you back home."
"But Grandpa-" Whined Tum Tum, Rocky, and I.
"No buts!" Grandpa cut us off and ate his lunch. When we were finished I did the dishes. A punishment for not helping cook lunch. Without looking I threw the knives, forks, and spoons in the right containers. When I was finished cleaning the utensils I sent the plates sailing towards Rocky who decided to help me. He quickly placed them in the right cupboard.
"We're done," I said when we were finished.
Tum Tum came down from the spiraling metal stairs that led right to our beds. The attic where all three of us slept. He was carrying his duffle bag filled with Ding Dongs and other sorts of junk food.
"My bag's ready," He said sullenly. We always hated leaving Grandpa's cabin. We weren't allowed to practice ninja at home. Are dad didn't allow it.
Rocky gave me a quick glance before he leaped up the short metal stairs and went to grab his bag. I ran after him. I had packed my bag right after lunch. I came down the stairs and made my way outside. Tum Tum was already sitting in Grandpa's convertable. A chocolate bar shoved into his mouth.
Rocky placed his bag in the back and took the passenger seat. I sat down next to Tum Tum in the back and together we waited for grandpa.
Grandpa soon appeared in the doorway. He closed and locked his door and waddled to the car. He sat down and started the engine. Tum Tum, Rocky, and I exchanged looks. We didn't want to leave. We pulled out of the driveway and across the small red bridge that slightly towered over a small brook.
Good-bye ninja training, I thought sadly as we got onto the main road.
"Tum Tum!" I heard Rocky, my older brother say as my younger brother ate his sandwitch.
"What?" Tum Tum asked innocently.
Rocky rolled his eyes. "That was my sandwitch."
I chuckled. Tum Tum was the hungry one out of all three of us.
"Boys?" I heard my grandpa say.
"Yes, Grandpa?" Rocky asked as he put away his plate. Tum Tum had already devoured the sandwitch.
"I'm going out for awhile, I'll be back soon. I expect you'll have lunch by the time I'm back," Grandpa said as he walked out the door.
"Yes sir," all three of us chimed.
"Tum Tum, you cook," Rocky ordered. "I'll do the dishes when lunch is done and Colt can-"
"I'll practice on the dummy!" I said and bounded off outside. We were spending our weekend at our grandfather's cabin. He was Japenese and he new martial arts. He taught us everything there was to know about being a ninja.
"Colt!" I heard my brother, Rocky call after me but I ignored him. He was always trying to tell me what to do. He was always bossy. I soon made my way to the side of the house where a training dummy was tied to a rope and hanging from a tree branch. I aimed a blow just in the center of the chest of the dummy with my fist and the eyes lit up. A short ding went off and a smile crept onto my face.
I aimed another blow at the dummy, this time aiming for it's forehead. I smiled with satisfaction as my foot met with the hard cushion. Ding! Went the dummy and the eyes lit up with a red light.
After practicing for what seemed like hours I heard Rocky and Tum Tum calling me.
"Great," I sighed and wiped the sweat off my brow. I walked along the side of the cabin and entered, pushing the screen door away from me.
"Lunch is ready," Rocky said.
"I heard," I retorted and stood behind the dining table. I knew what was coming. A plate came sailing over to me and I caught it with one hand and set it on the table. Two more came flying towards me, over Rocky's head. I grabbed them both and set them on the table.
"Do you think Grandpa will eat?" I heard Tum Tum ask.
"Yes," Rocky said and and another plate came flying from where ever Tum Tum was. I caught it quickly and set it down where grandpa usually sat.
"Table's set!" I called and I grabbed a plate, just in time as spaghetti flew towards me. I caught it with the plate and set it down. After catching three more plates of spaghetti Rocky, Tum Tum, and I sat down to eat. We waited for grandpa to get back.
Beep! Beep! Beep!All three of our heads whipped to look at the large red lightbulb, flashing and making an alarm sound.
"Grandpa's back!" Tum Tum yelled and Rocky and I rolled our eyes. Rocky stood up to turn off the alarm.
"Boys!" Grandpa said as he walked in and sat at the table. "It smells delicious!"
"Thank you, Grandpa," All three of us coursed together.
"Colt didn't help!" Tum Tum said suddenly and I reached out a leg to kick Tum Tum.
"Ow! Colt kicked me!" Tum Tum said and I smirked.
"Colt, enough. Eat your lunch," Grandpa scolded and I sighed. I dug into my food as well as Grandpa, Rocky, and Tum Tum. "After we eat, I'm taking you back home."
"But Grandpa-" Whined Tum Tum, Rocky, and I.
"No buts!" Grandpa cut us off and ate his lunch. When we were finished I did the dishes. A punishment for not helping cook lunch. Without looking I threw the knives, forks, and spoons in the right containers. When I was finished cleaning the utensils I sent the plates sailing towards Rocky who decided to help me. He quickly placed them in the right cupboard.
"We're done," I said when we were finished.
Tum Tum came down from the spiraling metal stairs that led right to our beds. The attic where all three of us slept. He was carrying his duffle bag filled with Ding Dongs and other sorts of junk food.
"My bag's ready," He said sullenly. We always hated leaving Grandpa's cabin. We weren't allowed to practice ninja at home. Are dad didn't allow it.
Rocky gave me a quick glance before he leaped up the short metal stairs and went to grab his bag. I ran after him. I had packed my bag right after lunch. I came down the stairs and made my way outside. Tum Tum was already sitting in Grandpa's convertable. A chocolate bar shoved into his mouth.
Rocky placed his bag in the back and took the passenger seat. I sat down next to Tum Tum in the back and together we waited for grandpa.
Grandpa soon appeared in the doorway. He closed and locked his door and waddled to the car. He sat down and started the engine. Tum Tum, Rocky, and I exchanged looks. We didn't want to leave. We pulled out of the driveway and across the small red bridge that slightly towered over a small brook.
Good-bye ninja training, I thought sadly as we got onto the main road.
Nothing But A Dream; Chapter 1: The Move
A.N: I tried a new style of writing so... I hope you like it if you're reading :)
"Ayla!" I heard my mother yelling for me from downstairs.
"Yes?" I called back.
"Are you ready?" Came her reply. I was tired of her nagging me.
"Ayla Elise Montgomery, if I have to go up there and you're not ready-"
I cut my mother off. "Okay, okay!" I said exasperated and got out of my temporary bed. A sleeping bag on the floor of what was once my room.
I walked to my suitcase and grabbed my small bag of toiletries.
I headed into my personal bathroom and hopped into the shower.
As soon as I was done I dryed my hair and grabbed my only clothes left in the house. My white skinny jeans and my favourite blue plaid shirt.
I left my nearly empty room and gave one reluctant glance back before descending down the stairs. I could smell the tangy scent of orange juice. I entered the kitchen seeing a small temporary table set up with stools. On the table were three cups filled with orange juice and three bowls of cereal.
"Just great," I muttered.
"How was your sleep, Sweetie?" My mom said and passed me the milk.
"Fine," I muttered and poured the milk into my bowl. My dad was to busy with his laptop, working on unsolved cases probably.
My dad was an FBI agent, he was always researching on his laptop if he was at home. The only reason we were moving was because he was signed into a different squadrent. I was mad at first but as I continued thinking about it, I knew he was just trying to help the world rid atleast a couple criminals, but it didn't mean I was still happy about the idea of leaving my friends.
I quickly finished my breakfast and washed out my cup and bowl. I placed them in a box labeled 'Fragile' and looked at my parents.
"If everything packed?" I asked half-heartedly and my mom gave me a cheerful smile.
"Besides that box and this table," she awnsered. "Is everything gone from your room?"
I thought for a moment. "Just the sleeping bag, I'll grab it now." I left the kitchen and advanced up the stairs. I entered my empty room and frowned. I would miss all the memories I had growing up in this house. I lived here for fifteen years and now I would be moving to a new house. With no memories. I grabbed the sleeping bag and looked in my bathroom. I had almost forgotten my bag of toiletries. I grabbed that and shoved it into my last suitcase. I bounded down the stairs, the sleeping bag taking up one arm and the suitcase taking up the other.
"I'm ready," I said and my mom smiled encouragingly. She held the box of plates, bows, and cups. My dad closed his laptop and folded up the small table. His eyes held sympathy, he knew I didn't want to leave.
"You sure you want to go now? I mean we can always go in a couple hours," I heard my mom say as I walked out the door and placed my stuff in the moving truck.
"Yeah now, before I can change my mind and start to protest," I said trying to lighten my mood which clearly didn't work.
My dad sighed as he placed the foldable-table into our black truck and I got into the backseat, I closed the door and put on my seatbelt. My mom placed the 'Fragile' box in the moving truck and got into the passenger seat. We waited patiently for my dad and soon we were pulling out of the driveway.
I looked at our house, it would be the last time I would see it. I sighed and plugged in my iPod. I switched through the songs until I found the one I was searching for. I smile faintly crept onto my face as I listened to the song but as soon as I saw my neighbourhood, correction old neighbourhood, flash by my smile turned into a frown.
(Yes, this was also posted on the story blog of NBAD but I like posting it on here, I'll also post the next three chapters!)
"Ayla!" I heard my mother yelling for me from downstairs.
"Yes?" I called back.
"Are you ready?" Came her reply. I was tired of her nagging me.
"Ayla Elise Montgomery, if I have to go up there and you're not ready-"
I cut my mother off. "Okay, okay!" I said exasperated and got out of my temporary bed. A sleeping bag on the floor of what was once my room.
I walked to my suitcase and grabbed my small bag of toiletries.
I headed into my personal bathroom and hopped into the shower.
As soon as I was done I dryed my hair and grabbed my only clothes left in the house. My white skinny jeans and my favourite blue plaid shirt.
I left my nearly empty room and gave one reluctant glance back before descending down the stairs. I could smell the tangy scent of orange juice. I entered the kitchen seeing a small temporary table set up with stools. On the table were three cups filled with orange juice and three bowls of cereal.
"Just great," I muttered.
"How was your sleep, Sweetie?" My mom said and passed me the milk.
"Fine," I muttered and poured the milk into my bowl. My dad was to busy with his laptop, working on unsolved cases probably.
My dad was an FBI agent, he was always researching on his laptop if he was at home. The only reason we were moving was because he was signed into a different squadrent. I was mad at first but as I continued thinking about it, I knew he was just trying to help the world rid atleast a couple criminals, but it didn't mean I was still happy about the idea of leaving my friends.
I quickly finished my breakfast and washed out my cup and bowl. I placed them in a box labeled 'Fragile' and looked at my parents.
"If everything packed?" I asked half-heartedly and my mom gave me a cheerful smile.
"Besides that box and this table," she awnsered. "Is everything gone from your room?"
I thought for a moment. "Just the sleeping bag, I'll grab it now." I left the kitchen and advanced up the stairs. I entered my empty room and frowned. I would miss all the memories I had growing up in this house. I lived here for fifteen years and now I would be moving to a new house. With no memories. I grabbed the sleeping bag and looked in my bathroom. I had almost forgotten my bag of toiletries. I grabbed that and shoved it into my last suitcase. I bounded down the stairs, the sleeping bag taking up one arm and the suitcase taking up the other.
"I'm ready," I said and my mom smiled encouragingly. She held the box of plates, bows, and cups. My dad closed his laptop and folded up the small table. His eyes held sympathy, he knew I didn't want to leave.
"You sure you want to go now? I mean we can always go in a couple hours," I heard my mom say as I walked out the door and placed my stuff in the moving truck.
"Yeah now, before I can change my mind and start to protest," I said trying to lighten my mood which clearly didn't work.
My dad sighed as he placed the foldable-table into our black truck and I got into the backseat, I closed the door and put on my seatbelt. My mom placed the 'Fragile' box in the moving truck and got into the passenger seat. We waited patiently for my dad and soon we were pulling out of the driveway.
I looked at our house, it would be the last time I would see it. I sighed and plugged in my iPod. I switched through the songs until I found the one I was searching for. I smile faintly crept onto my face as I listened to the song but as soon as I saw my neighbourhood, correction old neighbourhood, flash by my smile turned into a frown.
(Yes, this was also posted on the story blog of NBAD but I like posting it on here, I'll also post the next three chapters!)
Wednesday 14 September 2011
Big Failure
Okay, obviously my plan of creating a short story on this blog ended up in an epic fail. I don't even think anyone even reads this anymore! Anyways... I was thinking... of continuing two of my stories... I LIKE IT! I got inspired when reading 'Genious and the Jock' a story created by someone online and watching The Dealiest Warrior: Vampires VS. Zombies.
I love vampires, and I hope to create a 'zombie' novel someday... when I eventually finish atleast one of my novels.
I'm going to continue writing 'Nothing but a Dream' for sure and maybe. Just maybe, I will continue 'Forever'.
Also... I have some epically horrible news.
You wanna know what?
It's horrible. For me.
My best guy friend likes me... a lot. For a year and a half now, who knows how long before that! He even liked me while dating a girl for 9 months! I mean, I used to like him before, he was so sweet and kind too me, but... he's also a jerk to a lot of people. I'm just not into those kind of guys. Also... my ex. crush who I am deadly afraid of.. he's so creepy, he still likes me! He sat with me on the bus on the third day of school and I almost freaked out. I just ignored him and looked out the window, and sure enough when I got home and logged onto my facebook; "Bridget, can I tell you something? I like you still.."
My reaction: -___-
Too make matters worse, I like my old best guy friend (we started seperating away from each other once we started high school last year and when I turned him down when he asked me out -Worst. Mistake. Of. My. Life.) and I'm pretty positive he likes this girl... who I highly dislike, because she's stuck up and I hate stuck up people. Well... I hate a lot of people.
I'm a heartless person and I admitted that today and I laughed at myself. I just don't like sucking up too people and I hate pretending I enjoy other's people company, especially when they're a little kid. No offense to anyone who is under the age of 10-ish.
Enough of my pointless rambeling.
If anyone's reading, should I continue NBAD and post it on here?
-Alado... the one who doesn't know what to change her name too
I love vampires, and I hope to create a 'zombie' novel someday... when I eventually finish atleast one of my novels.
I'm going to continue writing 'Nothing but a Dream' for sure and maybe. Just maybe, I will continue 'Forever'.
Also... I have some epically horrible news.
You wanna know what?
It's horrible. For me.
My best guy friend likes me... a lot. For a year and a half now, who knows how long before that! He even liked me while dating a girl for 9 months! I mean, I used to like him before, he was so sweet and kind too me, but... he's also a jerk to a lot of people. I'm just not into those kind of guys. Also... my ex. crush who I am deadly afraid of.. he's so creepy, he still likes me! He sat with me on the bus on the third day of school and I almost freaked out. I just ignored him and looked out the window, and sure enough when I got home and logged onto my facebook; "Bridget, can I tell you something? I like you still.."
My reaction: -___-
Too make matters worse, I like my old best guy friend (we started seperating away from each other once we started high school last year and when I turned him down when he asked me out -Worst. Mistake. Of. My. Life.) and I'm pretty positive he likes this girl... who I highly dislike, because she's stuck up and I hate stuck up people. Well... I hate a lot of people.
I'm a heartless person and I admitted that today and I laughed at myself. I just don't like sucking up too people and I hate pretending I enjoy other's people company, especially when they're a little kid. No offense to anyone who is under the age of 10-ish.
Enough of my pointless rambeling.
If anyone's reading, should I continue NBAD and post it on here?
-Alado... the one who doesn't know what to change her name too
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