Thursday

Good afternoon! I know I haven't written in a while. Even my own mother told me that she had forgotten that I have a blog at all! So here goes. The last time I posted was July 19th I believe. It is now September 3rd, and plenty of stuff has happened. I started school again! Our school has the options of a Hybrid style or a CORE style. Hybrid being two days IN school and the rest of the days out of school. Kids with last names beginning with the letters A-K are in group A, and the rest (including me) are in group B. Meaning of course, that literally ALL of my friends are in group A, because luck. I'll rant about that later. CORE is for the kids who don't come to school at all, so they just do all of their work online. Some of the people doing CORE I actually understand, (I have a good friend with a compromised immune system) but why would ANYONE pass up the chance to actually be in school for even that little bit of time?!?! We get to be in school Wednesday and Thursday! (Group A gets Monday and Tuesday.) There are still some weird things, like the masks all the time, and the fact that MY OWN SISTER and I can't sit at the same side of a table because of social distancing. SIGH. I'm not bitter or anything though.

ANYWAY.

I do pretty well in school, so as a result, I finished my work very quickly so I have nothing to do in class. So, I began writing a story! It's basically word vomit at the moment, but I'll post it anyway because I know SOME people, (hi Miss Melissa ;-p) want to read more of my writing. So here ya go! I haven't even written a title yet, but I know a lot of authors don't write the title until the end. I got some inspiration for names and stuff from the Marvel movies:

Word Vomit Story

Once upon a time there was a girl named Tasha. She lived with her mother and her sister in the village of Hela. Every day at 7:00 when her mother went out to her shop two miles away and her sister left to spend time at her friend Astley’s house, she would go quite unnoticed to her favorite spot in the woods. A stream ran past a huge pile of boulders that made a sort of haven that protected her from the rest of the world.

She went down and when she got there she found that there was already someone in her usual spot in her little cave! The most beautiful boy she had ever seen was sleeping next to her store of food that was considerably lighter than what she had yesterday. Since this was the first she had seen a male up close (even her cat Honey was a girl) in 5 years, she was pretty scared! She calmly (okay a little panicky) picked berries like usual and left them for the boy. She then walked home, part hoping, part worrying that the boy would be there tomorrow.

She needn’t have worried. The boy was nowhere to be seen, and he hadn’t even taken the extra berries she left out. “Maybe I imagined him,” she thought sadly. Suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes. Someone was coming! Tasha hid in the familiar cracks in her little hut of boulders and found herself face to face with--The boy! Now that his eyes were open, she saw that the boy was less of a boy and more of a young man, about fourteen or fifteen. His eyes were a startling green and wide with terror. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but he clamped a gentle but shaking hand on her mouth. The rustling got louder and Tasha heard the footfalls and shouting of a group of men as they ran past the cave. It gradually got quieter until all they heard was the stream and the sound of their panicked, trembling breaths. They sat like that for what seemed like hours waiting for the rumbling of footsteps that didn’t come back. When the boy finally loosened his grip on her face, Tasha turned and dragged the boy outside. “Well,” she said. “I hope you have a good explanation for that. I haven’t seen a boy in a while, but I know it’s not very good manners to all but gag a person in a cave she discovered! ” “I’m sorry,” he replied sheepishly. He had a pleasant, calming voice with a British accent. After hearing those words, Tasha immediately relaxed. She was afraid he would run away again. “It’s kind of a long story,” he explained. Tasha settled down on a rock by the stream. “I’ve got time,” she said. She glanced at him. “If you don’t finish today, you can tell me tomorrow.” He tensed a little at that, but sat across from her on the grass. He picked up a dandelion and twirled it between his fingers. He watched the seeds scatter in the wind and began his story.

There you are! Tell me what you think! I haven't had any ideas for the boy's backstory (I haven't even given him a name) so if you have ideas, PLEASE post them! Have a great rest of your day! :)