Chap. 2 of Letters to Mallory

Chapter two

       

When we reached the house I opened the door and we both walked in. Mom was in the kitchen. “Morning Bella” mom turned around with a big smile. “Where have you been?” I turned to look at Mallory on what to say but she was already talking. “We were at the park by the stream!” Mallory’s voice said loud and clear.

         “Well that’s great” she responded “how was it?” Mallory looked at me. “It was fun” i said and Mallory smiled happily. “What for breakfast mom.” I said trying to change the subject. “Pancakes and eggs. “Oh yes” Mallory said “ I love eggs.”      

I showed Mallory to the table, and she sat down very happily. Mallory’s family was not as

Fortunate as we were, they lived in a small house next door with no electricity, and they were soon to lose their water. So Mallory spent most of her time here with our family the Briscoes.

         As Mallory sat chomping on her pancakes and eggs I stared outside. Maybe it was a beautiful day outside. Maybe Mallory was right. “You ok Bella” Mallory said with a full mouth. “I’m fine” I said “I’m just fine.”

        When we were both finished I brought Mallory and my plate up to the sink and washed them then we got ready to go back outside.

I immediately began to walk to the stream but Mallory stopped me. “Wait” she said “let’s do something different.” “Like what?” i asked not seeing anything els.

 “Hide and seek!” Mallory’s eyes searched my face with excitement.  I thought about that and realized knowing Mallory I would be it first, but who cared. So I nodded my head.

“Ok then, will you be it, please!!!!” Mallory begged. Once again I nodded my head.

        Mallory dashed off and screamed that i had to count to 10.so I did “1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10… here I come!” This had to be easy where she could have gone. I walked over to the stream to look there. “Mallory!”  But nothing. Then i walked over to the edge of the forest “are you in there.” But she wasn’t where she was.

        “Mallory!” I screamed “I give up.”  I listened very closely to the sound of the wind and then I heard leaves cracking behind me. I quickly turned around and there was Mallory lying on the ground looking at something.

“What’s that?” I asked. “Come see.” When I got to her side she held up a pink flower. “It’s the last one in the park I’ve never seen it before.” Mallory’s eyes were locked on the plant. “I was hiding behind this tree and I saw it under the leaves.”I stared at the plant she was holding it was very beautiful. “Maybe we could keep it” I said “and put it in a glass of water.” Mallory smiled “ok” she said.

        On the way home I was still wondering what type of flower it was and when we got home i asked mom. “What type of flower is this” I said holding up the pink flower. “Oh” said mom “it’s an Erigon, sweetie I had those at my wedding.” Mom didn’t bother to look again she just kept on doing the dishes, so ran back to Mallory.

“It’s an Erigon” I said to her excitedly. “Great she said then that what we’ll call it”

 Mallory smiled at me. “call what?” i said completely confused.  Mallory danced to the door and looked out over the park “that!”

Letters to Mallory

The beginning

Chapter one

        It was a cold winter morning and the wind hit the side of the window at a steady beat. The house was very quiet and Mallory and I crept through the kitchen. “Shhh”   I whispered.

The sky was still dark but in spots there were blotches of purple. And outside I heard the birds just waking up.

        “Do you think it’s too early Bella?” Mallory stared at me her small face layered with messy long brown hair. “No its fine, there’s no way we’ll wake up Chris but we should be quite for Jacob” Chris is my older brother who is 15 and Jacob Is my younger brother who is 2.

 I peeked in the cupboard, and grabbed the brown box. “Here it is!”

        We each poured ourselves a hot cup of water and poured in the hot chocolate. Mallory’s eyes followed her small white marshmallow in her cup as she twirled it around and around. “What should we do today” Mallory was still watching her marshmallow when she answered. “Let’s go to the park.” I was surprised Mallory wanted to go outside at all it was cold and windy and besides we never go to the park. “Really” I asked almost as if she said she wanted to jump off a cliff.

        Usually going outside wouldn’t be a problem but it was for Mallory. All she had on was a thin t-shirt, jeans and a pair of old shoes. Mallory couldn’t afford a new jacket so she usually used mine.

        “Yay its beautiful outside” she replied looking outside. My eyes followed hers out the window and all I saw was a forest a rusty swing set and a half way frozen over stream. But by the look in Mallory’s eyes it looked like so much more to her.

“Ok” I said but I knew it would be a waste of time; the second we got out there she would want to come back in.

        Mallory grabbed my jacket and I grabbed my mom’s. By the time Mallory’s hand was half way to the door knob I had closed my eyes preparing myself for a gust of freezing cold wind, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and found the door open and Mallory already outside. “ come on lets go” Mallory’s voice rung out through the neighborhood. “Shh, you’ll wake miss barkly!” I whispered knowing that Miss Barkly never woke up but my mom sure did. So I quickly grabbed an extra scarf for Mallory and headed out side.

        It really wasn’t that bad but it was bad enough that Mallory should have been wearing mittens and a scarf.

           

Mallory was ahead so I quickened my pace. When I got there I stared at her face, the  wind was  brushing strides of hair from side to side across her face. Mine was not as long as hers and it was red, her hair matched the scenery perfectly mine just stuck in a messy bun.

        We were following the old gravel path to the stream, and when we reached it Mallory stopped and picked up a stone. She studied it for a second and then tossed it on to the ice. The ice stayed in one peace and Mallory tried again this time harder. So I picked up a rock to and threw it at the ice. Now it was a game me and Mallory laughed and threw rocks at the unbreakable ice.

Ten minutes passed and there was not one crack in the ice. “Come on lets go” I said almost out breath form my last throw. Mallory smiled at me and began back up the small bank of the stream. 

“See, that was fun”, she said and turned her face to me. Her excited face made me smile too. “Ya it was.”

        The morning was cold, and warm light from the house was beckoning us.  Without a word we both headed toured the house. “Maybe we could go back there after breakfast” Mallory was now skipping. “Sure” I said “That was a lot of fun.”

Rain

Can rain ruin a day
will it build of happinise
or wash it away
today
there was rain
and i soaked me to the bone
does it bring all your freinds close
or leave you alone
this is for you to answer
not me
rain to the tree
falls hapily

hello

When you meet someone you say
Hello
when its awkward you say 
hello
Its not just for talkative people 
lazy or mello
everyone says
Hello
its a universal word
that everyone knows
hola
Nǐ hǎo
or even hallo
Moo says the cow
and a duck says quack
Hello is the word
it has your back 

My Brother

my brother
he is smart
not always a sweet pea
tricky
and too think that he is only three
He steals
and stales
and doesnt eat his brocolii
but of course
he loves me
he makes a huge mess
and doesnt clean it up
he even spilled orange juice on my new dress
and when im asleep
he gives my hair a trim
but of course
i love him

The most like home (not finished)

Though many people question the ways of life I don’t. I believe everything happens for a reason. Everything comes and goes and you can never be happy forever. Never have something forever. I realized that the night my parents went missing. When a defining scream broke my peaceful sleep. I had gotten out of my bed and walked over to my parent’s room. When I arrived there was nothing there but a broken window, a empty bed, and a note.
I know you’re thinking what’s in the note, well so was I. But when I picked up the crumpled piece of paper there was nothing on it. Nothing just a blank piece of paper. I still have the paper I keep it with me all the time, of course because I was an only child I had to move so I moved to the most wonderful place in the world, or that’s just what they said.
I actually ended up moving to France. Enche to be specific, right on the beach, I came by plain and when I landed I had an emotionless family waiting for me. The highlight of that day was riding in the plain. There were nice women and sweet little chocolate chip cookies. I had never been on a plain because me and my family were just fine where we were. Dad used to say “This house is our lives.” So when they dragged me away from it I was dead, theoretically.
The family was the Bonnet family, only a husband wife and three children, now four. I didn’t enjoy the awkward silence on the ride to their house; in fact it was very horrible.
No one talked, for that I was thankful it’s hard for me to talk in a conversation. The Bonnet family sat quietly in the car not moving. I swear they didn’t move once. It was if they were statues. But of course I was still too but not as a rock. I sat politely with my hands crossed in my lap, though my body was almost still my eyes wondered like a stray cat.
It was quite pretty, actually. I had thought of it to be dreadful but that’s only because they were sending me here directly after my parents funeral. Of course it wasn’t a real funeral they didn’t have the real bodies, but they suspected they were dead. I didn’t appreciate that I was trying to keep my head up and they were cramming all this negative death stuff in my head.
I still believe my parents are alive, they escaped from the kidnapper and came looking for me. They wouldn’t leave me behind they could never; they would have to come find me. But until they did I was stuck here in Enche.
The Bonnet’s lived on the sea; they had a huge house and were very wealthy. I didn’t care I just hope I get my own room.
The car slowed down and Ms. Bonnet turned around in her seat. “Analeas you will be living in the guest house until we can finish your room.” She attempted a smile which ended up looking like a flash of pain. The car slowly turned a corner to a wide open street, the sign read “Calico Drive.”
Then finally the car pulled into a huge driveway. Then at the end of the driveway there was a huge house. It was as big as the woman had said.
On the plain I sat next to woman and she told me all about the Bonnet family, and so far she was completely right. Her name was Ms. Holly, and supposedly she lived close by.
The old car pulled up into a giant garage. I stepped out grabbed my bags and fallowed Ms. Bonnet to the guest house. “I thought you said guest house.?” I said when I stood in front of a huge one story house two times bigger than my old house. “ I did, sorry for the mis understanding were you expecting something bigger.” Ms. Bonnet hung her head low in embassesment. “No of course not,  it’s huge, thank you!” I said and opend the door to drag my few bags in. “Here is the key” she said and gave me a small shiny metal key with gold trimming. I was once again shocked. “Thank you so much Ms. Bonnet.” I said smiling.
She smiled too and turned to walk away. “Oh” she said “you can call me mom.”
Chapter two
No offence to her but I didn’t want to call her mom. I dragged my bags into the large guest house, and looked around. Infact I gave myself a little tour. There were two bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and three bedrooms. Out of the three bedrooms I picked the one that looked the most like my old one. It had a light yellow piant and a wooden frame bed, with white sheets.