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I've been wanting to do a Round Robin for a while. So here's the starter!
It’s a difficult thing, eating cereal with a stopped-up nose while you’re trying to set an example for your younger sister, thought Ella as she watched Sadie shower the baby with handfuls of Cheerios. With a sigh, she said, “Dadie, dop bunkeying around, plead.”
Sadie paused and looked curiously at Ella. Her pixielike hair framed her quizzical face, making her cuter than ever. But Ella couldn’t be sidelined by her sweetness. This behavior was inappropriate, especially now that they were officially Aunt Janine and Uncle Jared’s kids. She sighed again. It had gone on like this all morning. Since Aunt Janine was out shopping, she was in charge. She had to make sure her sisters were behaving. But nothing was working out right. She would say something, Sadie wouldn’t understand, and they’d have to go to Macon for help. And Macon’s definition of helping wasn’t helpful at all.
“I think she said to stop monkeying around.” Macon looked sharply over her book. “Wow, Ella, you’re right. Where’s my little sister?” She narrowed her eyes at Sadie. “All I see is this little monkey.”
Sadie giggled, then began making monkey noises. The baby gurgled with laughter. Macon retreated behind her book again.
And Ella? She rolled her eyes and cleared her place.
She set the bowl on the counter, then moved it to the sink. It didn’t look any better there, she thought. She’d have to wash it.
They’d only moved in with Aunt Janine last week. It still felt odd living there, eating their food, sleeping in their beds, watching their TV.
submitted by Macon W., age 16, Middle Earth :D
(May 7, 2012 - 8:02 pm)
(May 7, 2012 - 8:02 pm)
Wow, you're a good writer!
(May 8, 2012 - 4:28 pm)
Why, thank you. :)
(May 8, 2012 - 7:33 pm)
TOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOP
...please
(May 8, 2012 - 7:28 pm)
I'd post... but it's way too good for me to get my grubby little hands on. You're a really good writer! :D
(May 9, 2012 - 4:49 pm)
I was thinking the same thing, Olive.
It so good!
By the way I have a cold at the moment.
(May 9, 2012 - 5:17 pm)
Oh go ahead...
The reason I put it on here was because I got that far and--
Writer's Block set in.
Joy.
If you still don't wanna do it, give me some teasers. Ask me some questions about it so I can get the juices going!
(May 9, 2012 - 5:50 pm)
the writer's block! *looks horrified*
well here's all I've got. you can change it if you want. Do you think I over did the talk with a cold?
Sniffing, for two
reasons, Ella turned the tap on and let water gushed out, imaging her feelings
in that water, flowing down the drain.
After the bowl was shining, she turned to find that
nearly the whole table and floor was covered in breakfast cereal, with Macon’s
little sister waving her arms.
“Dadie, eat da cheerios indead of teaching da buby
to dwim,” Ella sneezed as she finished.
Sadie stopped and looked over, “what?”
“She said, Sadie, eat the Cheerios or in bed the
baby goes sleep?” Macon tried, getting up from the table.
Ella sighed/sniff and left the room, grabbing a
tissue on the way.
With a blown nose Ella called, “cean up!” and
climbed that stairs to her bed room. Sadie, Macon and Ella shared a room, with
that baby in her Uncle and Aunt’s room. The room was nice, with paintings of
meadows and beaches and a fluffy rug. The problem was... it was small.
Ella grabbed her drawing pad off the table they
shared and climb up to her bunk bed. Macon appeared in the door with her book
and called up, “what to do something today, after all, it’s Saturday and Mum
will be home soon.”
I smiled at her and said, “wear will ze go?”
(May 10, 2012 - 12:36 am)
(May 11, 2012 - 2:14 pm)
Great1 I really like it! And no, you didn't over do it at all, Saz. :)
I'll write the next part, but I've got to go to dance lessons (oh joy!)
(May 10, 2012 - 3:47 pm)
Don't you like dancing? I've got dancing later too.
Can't wait for your part of the story!
(May 10, 2012 - 5:45 pm)
Ooh! What type of dance do you do?
(May 10, 2012 - 7:17 pm)
Me or Macon, Olive.
I do highland dancing, which is Scottish and Irish. Lots of fun and you get very fit, plus strong legs.
What sport do you do, Olive? (Yes, daning is a sport.)
P.S. My spambox won't tell me it's proper name.
it just said 'AXYI!'
(May 10, 2012 - 11:11 pm)
I take clogging, which is sort of like tap, Irish/Scottish/Highland dancing, and square dancing combinged. I like to call it countrified tap. :)
(May 11, 2012 - 8:25 am)
Sounds interesting. I'll have to ask Liz my dance teacher if she knows about it.
Spammy been mean, it says fooh!
(May 11, 2012 - 6:44 pm)
When they arrived at the library, everything was bussling. The computers' keyboards were clacking as fast as they could and the room smelled of printer ink. There were three long lines at the front desk, the usual for checking out books, another for the book raffle and, the one that made Ella stare, was the line for submitting work for the art contest. Teenagers with sophisticated scetch pads intermingled with fidgety six-year olds, who were clasping scribbles with their sweaty hands. Ella went to the back of the line, hoping that the matierial on what seemed like millions of sheets of paper was less talented than hers. As the minutes ticked by, and the line moved as sluggishly as could be, the person behind her gave her a shove. Ella, sitting in shock on the floor, watched her precious book of drawings get trampled by what seemed the muddiest pair of boots that ever lived.
(May 15, 2012 - 1:41 pm)