Happiness and sadness run parallel to each other. When one takes a rest, the other one tends to take up the slack. welcome to my life

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Impatient

I am SO impatient that i have to show you what i have so far on my Adventure/ mystery that i will show you what i have so far but if i change anything when i am done don't be surprised.


Life comes at you fast and you don’t know what to do sometimes but for Annie Bennet it came as a snap. Well at least she thought it did.

Annie’s father was in the air force so her and her Mom and Dad moved from place to place every year or so, but when Annie was about to turn fourteen when they moved to Kansas for good. Her father had decided that military was not his thing so he wanted to try a job that was most unlike being a pilot, a farmer.
It was June 13th 1948 also know as, Moving Day. The Bennet family lived on the second floor of a New York Apartment building and Annie was an only child the moving process was fairly easy. When every thing was loaded onto the truck, the Bennets got in and waved to all who was waving back.
Kansas was a flat, medium hot place, with lots of farmland and trees. The house they were going to live in looked as if no one had been it for at least a decade. Mom and dad had apparently already known about the houses condition for the first thing she pulled out of the car was a mop and a bunch of rags along with cleaner and two bandanas. She then instructed Annie to put the bandana on her head to hold back her hair so it would not be in the way of her cleaning.
The room walls were smothered in moss, the carpet full of anything it should not be full of; hairballs, beer stains, and in the farthest corner there was a cheese slice hardened to the carpet, and the carpet was not appealing in the slightest bit. “Lets go to work!” mother said. She then handed Annie and her father a rag and Annie a bandana, she took the mop and they all started to work.
The sun was setting and the front room was the only one that was fully clean.
They were all lounging on the floor, wiped out, with rust and grease and dirt all over their clothing and faces. “So did the movers come at all today?” asked Annie.
“Actually no, I didn’t see anyone all day. That is really odd, they were supposed to be here today” replied her mother.
“I better find something for us to sleep on then because even though this carpet is clean to the max, it is not comfortable whatsoever,” Annie added quickly. As Annie was wandering the house she found a closet and in it she saw many blankets. They did not look super comfortable but would have to do. Then she saw a note, it said, “Find them and bring them to me.” “I wonder who they were talking about” Annie thought to herself.
She took six blankets and went back down stairs to her parents.
“Where did you find those?” said her father
“Oh there is a closet full of blankets up stairs in a little hallway closet” said Annie.
As Annie made the beds her parents admired their work and looked around the rest of the house to what other damage there was.
“I wonder what that note meant?” was the question in Annie’s head when she was making the beds and as she went to sleep.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh my gosh-AWESOME! I always loved writing stories too. Now I just love to read them. I REALY liked the description of the dirty house- the hairballs, beer stains and dried slice of cheese...you are hilarious!

rachie + kennedy said...

I love it! Is that the full thing? I hope not! Send me a copy so I can read the whole thing!