Another Time, Another Place Ch. 1

Susan Green wasn't your typical lady. For one thing she was sixteen years old but acted like a little child. Another thing, she wasn't afraid of anyone or anything, or so she told everyone. She loved everyone: her schoolmates, her parents, her friends, her grandparents, even the slaves on her father's plantation. She never wanted to hurt anyone. In fact, unlike most Southerners, she believed that all men should be free. But she never told anyone that in fear that she would be judged by her parents and her peers.

The most peculiar thing about Susan was her crush on one of the slave boys: Willy. This, she knew, wasn't something even the Northerners who supported abolition would approve of. She was so worried about people finding out she didn't even write it in her diary.

Despite her fear of people disproving of her thoughts she made no effort to hide her friendship with all her father's slaves. No body cared though or criticized her for socializing with the slaves. One reason was that she would talk with anyone, she was incredibly friendly. Another reason was because her father was known for his high tolerance for his slaves. He treated his slaves a lot better then a lot of his neighbors did their slaves.

"I've heard rumors if that black-loving, awful man Lincoln gets elected president then us Southerners will declare our independence just like when our ancestors declared independence towards Britain," Mr. Wilhite said to Mr. Green.

"Really? Interesting," Mr. Green responded.

"Mr. Wilhite, do you really have such little faith in the loyalty of our country that you think we would just leave if we didn't like the president?" Susan asked.

Both men frowned at Susan who was standing at the door of men's parlor. "Can we help you, Susan?" Mr. Green asked her.

"No, Sir, I was just on my way outside when I overheard what you were speaking about," Susan said.

"It's almost sunset, you're going out now?" Mr. Wilhite asked.

"Yes, sir. Now is the best time, right before the stars come out. I'm going to make a wish on the first star I see tonight," she said.

"Very well then, Susan. Go ahead," Mr. Green said.

"Thank you, Sir. Goodbye," she said as she turned and left.

"You need to control that girl, she should know better then to interrupt like that," Mr. Wilhite said.

"Don't tell me how to raise my daughter. Besides Susan is like a fire, if you try to control her she'll burn you. If you let her be she'll give you light and warmth. Susan is a smart young lady, she knows what's important and what she wants. I couldn't say that for most of the girls in this city," Mr. Green said.

Susan bounded out of the door her thick dark brown hair bouncing behind her. She paused as she observed her father's plantation. Mostly all the slaves were still out working. That's when she picked him out. She immediately started running towards him.

"Evenin' Miss Green," one of the slave ladies yelled as she ran past.

"Evenin' Charlotte," she yelled back. She paused for a few seconds and decided to go back to talk to her. "How's Davie?"

Charlotte mouth turned into a frown. "I'm afraid Davie's sick," she said.

"Oh, no. What does he have? I'll get medicine for him. I will," Susan said.

"Oh, thank you, Miss Green, but I think the best thing for Davie right now is to get some rest and that's impossible," she said with a sigh, "This is a busy season and Mr. Green needs all of us working."

"That's ridiculous. Davie's six, how much help can he be? Listen, I'll talk my father. I'll get him to let Davie take some time off," Susan said.

"I don't think . . . thank you, Miss Green," Charlotte said.

Susan probably would have stayed longer but she noticed that her target was leaving. She started to run away, "I'll talk to him, Charlotte. I will." She ran until she was close to him "Willy!" she yelled.

"Evenin' Miss Green," he said taking off his hat.

"Are you done with your work, Willy?" she asked, smiling.

"Just barely finished, Miss Green," he said.

"I want to go to my favorite spot on this whole plantation, Willy. Will you come with me to go see it?" she asked innocently. Inside, though, she was burning up. This was the bravest thing she had ever done, she had been planning this for weeks though.

"'Course I will, Miss Green," he said.

And with that Susan took off again only pausing a few seconds to turn around and say, "C'mon Willy, this way." She led him through cotton plants over to what she called the star watching wall. It was a stone wall, no more then three feet high. She jumped up on it and patted the spot next to her.

Willy thought Susan Green was the most peculiar girl he knew. He didn't really understand her, but then again neither did anyone else. He'd been to the conversations where his fellow slaves would talk about her. They all loved her, of course, it was impossible to hate someone as sweet as Susan. But all of them agreed that Susan was quite odd and impossible to predict.

What the slaves said about Susan was a lot better then what the whites had to say about Susan. Every slave had heard what they had to say about her. They used every insult they could think of. But, then again, most whites couldn't handle anything different and Susan was the very definition of different.

Willy jumped onto the wall with her. Susan smiled at him and said, "This is the perfect spot to watch the stars. Do you ever make a wish on the stars?"

"No, Miss Green, I don't reckon I have," he said.

"Do you want to make a wish? It's real simple. All you have to do is when we see the first star we close our eyes and wish for anything, anything in the world, nothing is too ridiculous," she said.

Willy wasn't taking this seriously but he said anyway, "Will it come true?"

"Don't be silly, everyone knows that stars can't actually grant wishes. We make wishes on stars because it gives us hope. And hope is such a good feeling," she said. "Oh, look, there it is. The first star in the night sky."

She closed her eyes and silently thought her wish, I wish that Willy and I were somewhere that we could be together.

Willy thought this whole thing was quite stupid but Susan eyes were glued shut and he couldn't see the harm so he too closed his eyes and made his wish. I wish that I was a free man.

After a few seconds, Susan opened her eyes and sighed. Making wishes always made her happy. She scooted over a few inches to the right and fell off the wall. The reason why: besides the part Willy and she had been sitting on the entire wall had disappeared. And that's not all that had disappeared. The entire plantation was gone.

Chapter 2

Apples to Apples and more Apples

Sorry, I haven't been blogging for a while. Right now I'm sitting in Study Skills with nothing to do. So what I'm going to do is write a story using only adjectives from the green Apples to Apples cards, I hope this turns out okay.

Cloe walked from the place she worked to her spicy, sexy car and drove to her dainty, misunderstood apartment. She threw her exciting keys on to the counter and checked the messages on her phone. Her eyes grew wide: 50 messages. She checked her messages everyday how could they pile up like this. She pressed play as she started to prepare her dangerous dinner of an apple, tuna sandwich, and lemonade.
The first message started as "Hey Cloe, it's . . . that's not right."
She looked up with a stereotyped look on her face.
The second message was, "Cloe, it's ... that's not right either."
"Who is leaving these messages?" she painfully mused.
"Hey! Clo, how you doing? . . . no, no, no." the third one furiously said.
"This is Brad. Cloe . . . what?!? That one doesn't work either." the fourth one said.
So it was Brad, a funny co-worker, who was leaving the puffy messages. She kept on listening through the messages, some were fragrant, some were corrupt, and others were fabulous. Some got farther then others. By the end she knew that he was asking her out on a date but she waited until the last message.
She kept an unreal laugh the whole time. "Oh, Brad," she said with a glitzy look on her face.
That was until the last one which was, "Hi Cloe. Brad here. Was wondering if you would be willing to go out with me on Friday? I was just thinking of getting dinner and then going bowling. Call me back. Okay, bye."
She finished eating being fully outraged by her meal, and walked over to the visionary phone. She picked it up and called him. A few rings after she heard a, "Hello?"
"Hey, Brad. it's Cloe. And yes, I would love to go out with me. But next time don't call me fifteen times, okay?" she said with a timeless laugh.
"Got it. Bye." he said.
"Bye," she said and she hung up the phone with a shallow thud.

I just want to conclude by saying that this story shows how much an adjective can change a word. I had a ton of fun writing this one.

My Fairy, Kira Part 2

Part 1

"Does everybody have a fairy?" Jordan asked, though he had been told off by six inch girl that he asked to many questions.
"No. The second you were born I flew over you and thus I became your fairy. They gave me ten years of freedom then boom. No more magic, unless you wish for something, and slave to the human race. It sucks," she said bitterly.
"I'm sorry. I feel really bad. Is this my fault?" he asked her.
Instead of answering she asked, "Where do I sleep?"
"Oh!" Jordan looked around his small room. "What about the windowsill?"
Kira picked up her feet and flew to the windowsill on the other side of the room. Jordan's windowsill was covered with a long white curtain with blue ships on the top. The window was about one foot wide.
"What about food? I really like crackers. You need to feed me because I don't have my magic any more," Kira said not showing if she was satisfied with the place Jordan had set for her.
"Right!" Jordan said like he should have known. He looked in his sock drawer and grabbed a poor sock without a match. Then he ran out of the room to grab the crackers. He returned a couple of minutes later and set the sock and the crackers on the windowsill.
Kira looked at him confused and went over and picked up an edge of the sock.
"It's so you have somewhere soft to sleep. I've washed it, I swear," Jordan said.
Kira looked at him and for the first time since she had arrived she smiled and said, "Thanks."

My Fairy, Kira Part 1

I've had this story idea for a while but now I'm actually writing it down:
Jordan Keithson walked silently down the crowded hall way, avoiding eye contact and bumping into people. He knew he was in trouble with the school bully, Jack, for making a fool out of him in class and wanted to avoid him at all costs. So far he hadn't seen him at all, he was almost out of school. If he could just get out and walk all the way home maybe Jack would forget about him and he could live in peace.
"Keithson," he heard a gruff voice behind him say. "I have a debt to settle with you."
Jordan turned around to see the owner of the voice, a tall muscular kid with short black messy hair and a grim expression on his face. "Right, Jack. But you see I didn't mean to insult you, the words came out before I could actually think them."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Right, and I'll just happen to hit you before I can control my fist."
Jordan ran, but before he get very far he ran into two of Jack's friends, who smiled at him.
Jack was getting closer and closer his fist coming towards Jordans face at an increasingly faster speed. When out of no where in his right ear he heard a small female voice say, "Make a wish."
"What?" Jordan asked.
"I didn't say anything, Keithson," Jack said pausing himself for a moment to say that.
"Make a wish, you idiot."
Jordan shut his eyes ready for the blow and said, "I wish I wasn't here right now." He waited a few seconds but nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was no longer in the front of the school but in his bedroom.
"How did I get here?" Jordan asked.
"I didn't carry you, I can tell you that," the voice in his right ear said.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"I'm on your shoulder."
He looked over to his right shoulder and there was sitting a small girl, no larger then six inches. She sat comfortably crosslegged on his shoulder.
"Who are you?" he asked hitting her off his shoulder and backing up.
To his surprise she didn't fall and then he noticed the small pair of wings that sat on her shoulders busily working to keep her up. "Kira," she said.
"What are you?" he asked.
"I'm a fairy," she said.
"A fairy?"
"Yes, your fairy."
"My fairy?"
"Yes! You ask way to many questions."
Jordan leaned down to observe her considering she had landed softly on one of his bedposts. She was wearing a dark blue dress that was torn at every edge except the neck opening. Her hair sat in a messy pony tail on her shoulders. Her small green eyes accompanied the mischevious look that she had in them.

Part 2