The Protecters

First of all, for those who are frustrated with all the posts:
Don't worry, once more people get into the grove of school it'll die down. :)

Second of all, I didn't finish the chapter in the post before, so it's going to be the end of the last one and the start of the second. ;) Sorry if that confuses you.

But it’s good not to dwell on that. Ha, I sound like a bitter old grandma. Let’s just get back to the story.

We were there in an instant. Within a blink of an eye, the roads transported us above ground. I stuck my arm out of the window, enjoying the warmth on the sun on my skin. ‘’Just because you have a cat suit doesn’t mean you need to act like one,’’ grouchy Chrissy said. ‘’Just because you are grouchy doesn’t mean you need to act like one,’’ I spat back, frowning. Chrissy was always like this, or at least around me. Once I heard her laughing with everybody else, but that was before I joined. She had tried to lose me when we were in Egypt, which plainly showed her dislike for me when I came back.

‘’Where are we going?’’ Jack asked, breaking me out of my trance. ‘’8^th Avenue, West Wall, four blocks down, to the right. Barge into the gate, or get little miss catty to get it open for us,’’ Chrissy snarled, looking perfect in her Greek goddess outfit. ‘’No, that’ll be fine. I’m sure, if anybody can, I’ll get it open,’’ I say. Liam sighs and throws potato chips at us. ‘’Stop! Or feel the wrath of BATMAN!’’ He screams, closing his eyes. ‘’Oh, Gosh no,’’ Chrissy says sarcastically. She ducks under the curtain that is covering the girls’ room. The only time Chrissy and I have ever ‘’bonded’’ is when we decided to hide candy there {it’s a no-boys zone}.

The Blue Moon stops abruptly at an newly built house, still reeking with the smell of paint. ‘’Do your magic,’’ Jack says, pushing me out.

My senses tell me what to do first: climb the gate. Iron – it’ll hold me. Wicker – harder to find foot holes. Never the less, I tell myself, it’ll be easy. I climb determinedly up the wall; only once or twice to I falter.

The gate is high up, and it takes me a good half hour to even reach the half point. I place my foot in a foot hole, only to lose it. I am left, dangling, with only one hand on the gate. My muscles are screaming, and my mind is burning with a single thought:

I am going to fall.

          CHAPTER TWO: LILLIAN: {RETIRING RICH IS WORTH SOMETHING, AFTER ALL}:

‘’Here, grab this,’’ a husky, male voice says, sending a rope sliding. I clutch to it. ‘’Thanks, and um… who are you?’’ I mumble. Either he doesn’t hear, or he pretends not to. He drags me up, and I settle on the slender top of the gate like only a cat would. ‘’I never imagined robbers to look like cats,’’ he says in a quaint, quite voice. I felt like pushing him off. ‘’Never mind, only how do we get down?’’ I ask. ‘’Oh no, that would never do. Introductions first, if you don’t mind. I am Robert Downey Jr., the third,’’ he says, trying hard to bow.

If you’re wondering what I was wondering: Does Robert Downey Jr. time travel, too? No, we, or at least, I, were wrong. He had grayish blueish eyes, and dark black hair. But that supplies us with the question: How much of a jr. is Robert Downey Jr. {the famous one}? Never mind. Back to the story.

‘’I’m Queen Elizabeth, future queen of England. Let’s move on, shall we?’’ I say, not bothering to curtsy. ‘’Fine, but I believe girls shouldn’t make it obvious they haven’t had any schooling!’’ Robert says, waving his hands wildly in the air to prove his point. To his mistake. He plummets down to the ground, screaming ‘’I hide the money under the…’’ 

Apparently I'm not the only 'slightly' sarcastic one, after all. ;)

~Madeline 

Yes, this story is extremely short

Sorry. I finished it on Word, so I'm eager to start another story. That's why this will be rather a bit longer, and then I'll start a much longer one after this.

VOICE OF AN ANGEL: THE REST

Amanda walked shyly up to me while I was eating lunch. ‘’Can I sit here?’’ ‘’Sure,’’ I answer, trying my best to smile. ‘’I was surprised when I got Belle, because I was sure you would get it,’’ Amanda said, staring fixedly at her apple. ‘’I still feel like you should of got it. So, I’m saying this: I know they’ll give you Belle if I ask them to. I don’t mind taking April.’’ Amanda paused for a second. ‘’I just want to know if I really got this part,’’ Amanda said, her eyes blurring a little. I couldn’t help myself—I hugged her {I’m not the hugging type—not all girls want pink ponies}. ‘’I really don’t mind. I never really wanted Belle, anyway,’’ I say.  Amanda looked into my eyes, shocked. ‘’Thanks,’’ she quietly said.

‘’So I’m Dominic,’’ Dalton quietly says, staring at the ground. It was after the announcement, and we were walking home. ‘’And I’m April. What about it?’’ I ask, frowning. ‘’Don’t they get, um, married,’’ Dalton says, staring even harder at the ground. ‘’They do!’’ I almost scream worriedly. This is horrible, I thought. Dalton and I were just friends—I promise. And I wanted to keep it that way. ‘’Well, Mom says next year I can date,’’ I say awkwardly, kidding {I was sixteen}. Dalton stares at me, mouth hanging open. ‘’I was kidding, I was kidding!’’ I practically scream. We part awkwardly at our houses.

That night changed my life.

‘’Dears,’’ Mom says, leaning on Dad. We were eating our favorite dinner—sugar snap peas, mashed potatoes, and chicken {yes, we even like the peas}. ‘’Y’all are going to have a baby brother or sister!’’ Victoria’s mouth hangs open, and mine, too. You might think my mouth was hanging open because of the news. Um, no. It was because Mom said ‘’y’all’’. ‘’You know we aren’t southern, right?’’ Victoria asks, thinking the same thing I was thinking.

          The rehearsals passed quickly. Nobody made any huge mistakes, as we were all fairly good singers. I can’t say I remember any that well, except for the last one:

Amanda was singing one of Belle’s lines, missing all the notes. ‘’For the last time, Amanda, hit the notes!’’ Drama Teacher yelled. ‘’I’m sorry!’’ Amanda sobbed. It was a bad day for everybody—we were all missing up. ‘’Nicole Patterson, please report to the principle’s office,’’ a cool voice came over the loud speakers. Courtney, my understudy, took my place.

          In my head, I counted anything that could be called to the principle’s office for. Nothing. ‘’Nicole,’’ Mr. Mattern said, face stricken. ‘’Your mother is giving birth. Your aunt will be here any second to pick you up.’’ ‘’But my mom isn’t due for at least two months!’’ I said, frowning. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ was all Mr. Mattern said. I walk to the front of the school and put my head in my hands, not thinking.

          ‘’Aunt Maeve says she’s going to buy us ice cream!’’ Victoria exclaims. ‘’Where’s the best ice cream shop?’’  Maeve asks {she’s only two years older than me}, driving nowhere. ‘’Ben and Jerry’s,’’ I say blankly, staring out the window. ‘’That it is.’’

          Maeve and Victoria were playing Scrapple, but I was drawing my feelings out. I drew a tearing heart, two best friends, babies, and ice cream. Yes, I thought, I can officially be labeled mental.

          ‘’Hey, girls,’’ Dad said, sitting wearily on the sofa. ‘’Girls, why don’t you go upstairs?’’ Maeve asks. ‘’No way,’’ I answer, ‘’I’m almost as old as you.’’ Victoria, though, ran upstairs obediently. ‘’Your mother is doing well. The doctors say she’ll live,’’ Dad says, grinning. Maeve sobs a little.

          Later, Dad hugs us all and puts Victoria to bed. I sigh, and go up too. Maeve stays down and watches the latest dance show she can find.  I sleep well, knowing that everything will be alright. After all, it was in God’s hands.

          I wake up early, and hear cries. Victoria, I think instantly, throwing my comforter off, and getting ready to comfort her from a bad dream. But no, those are a newborn’s cries. ‘’Mom!” I whisper as I run down the stairs.

          Maeve is bended over a small, wrinkly and pink baby. With a head full of fiery red hair, and greenish blue eyes. Victoria is there, also. ‘’Why did Daddy bring home a baby troll?’’ She asks, twitting her short strawberry blonde hair. Dad steps out from the shadows, with purple lines under his face. He is unshaven, with half a cup full of coffee in his hands. ‘’Vicky,’’ he sighs, ‘’Mommy is going to be gone for a while.’’ His eyes meet mine, telling me the untold truth. Mom isn’t coming back. My knees  weaken, and I struggle to get to a chair. ‘’Lily wanted you to name her,’’ Maeve sighs, gently kissing the baby on the forehead. ‘’Annabelle, then Lily, after Mom. But we should call her Belle for short,’’ I say, touching Belle’s hair. Her eyes open, and stare unblinkingly into mine. Within her eyes, you can see it. The gentle fingers she’d use as a doctor, the spirit as hope, the loveliness, the beautifulness—she is more like Mom than we’d ever know. 

15 YEARS LATER:

          I was wrong—Belle wasn’t a doctor, but a dancer. She twirled on her toes, and seemed like she was floating when she jumped. Then she decided to become an actress, and then after that a farmer… who knows what will be next for my fiery little sister?

If you're wondering what happened to the play, I don't gather info before writing a story. I know, I'm horrible, but whatever. :P

  I haven't decided what's going to be next, but it'll be exciting. I'm really into Greek Culture {and I have almost 30 WORD pages done of a book}, plus I like Percy Jackson, so I'm thinking there might be something like that. It's currently name-less--Just like my other book. Oh, well. :P

 P.S. Authors, we also have a schedual over to the left. It doesn't have a calendar, but if you've got the hang of your days it's pretty helpful. ;)

Once a Pirate, Always a Pirate: Part Two

Hello there again! I have my story here below.

 {sorry it's so late, but I had to fix some stuff in it}

{If you see this *, please see the bottom of the post}

 
"Uh, Warren. Th-there's a puh-pirate ship, like, right next to us." I cupped my hands around my mouth and called down to Warren, who was taking a break in the mess hall.
 "A what?" Warren came thundering up the steps. He snatched a telescope off of a barrel and squinted towards the wheel of the ship.
"Oh. Boy. Not. Good. Not good, not good, not good, not good." Warren tossed the spyglass back onto the barrel and raced up the steps to the wheel.
 D was in her own little world, humming-oh what a surprise-A Bottle of Rum song. Warren wordlessly shoved her aside, grasping at the wheel as if he couldn't stand up and needed support. "HEY! Warren! I was steering!!! Why'd you push me like that?!" D shrieked at him in anger.
 Warren wordlessly-again-pointed at the flag. D gasped. "Oh. Bad. Oh, bad, oh bad, oh bad, oh bad." Warren muttered to himself as he tried to turn the ship about. "Come on, come on! Work!" He hissed at the wheel. I could tell that the cheese was obviously slipping off his cracker.
 "Man the cannons!" He yelled down. "Not you, Will! I need you to use your bow and try to confuse them! That'll freak them out a bit!" Warren spun the wheel frantically.
 "Right!" I called up, already rushing below decks to fetch my quiver.
 Now, you must understand that I carry my bow with me everywhere. It's a *Via bow. It doesn't need me to carry around a quiver.
 But I keep a quiver that was given to me by *Galadriel in *Middle-earth, with real arrows. I had left it on my hammock below decks.
 Quickly snatching it off of the hammock, I raced back up the steps.
 Stringing my bow, I aimed randomly into the crowd of pirates. Woosh! The arrow struck the wheel. Nice. I thought. Uh-oh.
 Now the pirates were swinging toward our ship using their ropes. Wonderful.
Swords clanged. The thundering of boots hitting wood echoed through the air.
 I pulled my two slim black swords from their sheaths on my back. Bring it on.

                             

                              

                   ~~~~
That went well. I thought, attempting to blow my now limp curls off my face. It's kinda hard though, when you're being dragged by your arms onto a pirate ship. I also found out that it's hard to keep your dignity intact while you're being dragged onto a pirate ship. Plus the fact that about every seven seconds I tried to kick one of my draggers.
 It would have been so much easier if I had been bigger. Being five foot three makes it hard to intimidate people. Ugh! I struggled as hard as I could, wriggling and pulling. I even might have gotten away if it hadn't been for a tall, red haired, violet eyed girl.
 "Hold her tight, boys. She's got spirit." I blew more hair out of my face and looked up at her.
 She wore a really awesome looking hat, with a really awesome feather.
 Warren was dragged onto the ship last. He seemed to be trying to not look up.
 I was looking up, alright. Glaring a hole through Red Hair's forehead. Well, a hypothetical hole.
 Red Hair folded her arms. "Warren Jones. I never thought I'd see you again." She glared at him, but I noted that her face muscles twitched, as if trying to cover another unwanted emotion. Or she was just really mad. Probably the latter.
 One of Warren captors grasped his jaw and yanked his head up until it as level with Red Hair's. What is going on here?
 "*Taise." You could barely hear Warren's voice, it was so quiet.
 The silence broke with Taise stepping forward and punching Warren in the nose. Great. She hates him.
 "Oh, you remember me? Funny, you didn't seem to remember me when I was in prison!" Taise growled it with such cold sarcasm that I could tell she really did hate Warren's guts.With extreme venom. Great. I thought. Now we're all in for it.
 "I didn't know you were in prison, Taise!" Warren insisted. "Besides, they wouldn't have let you out even if I asked! Even if I begged! Plus, there's the Pirate Code." He had obviously gotten himself into quite a lot of trouble. Brilliant.
 "Uh-huh. Right. Like I believe you! My father DIED because of you!" Taise shrieked at him. "We all were going to be hanged because of you!!" Now I moved on to dead certain that she hated his guts.
 "And the Pirate Code is.... uh... guidelines! Not a 'real' code you insolent heart breaking little..... little...."
 "Scum?" D suggested perkily. What is with that girl? I wondered.
 "Yes, thank you! Scum!" She smiled with satisfaction. But her smile was fake.
 "Heart breaking?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
 "Yes!!" Taise shrieked. Her cheese was now officially slipping off her cracker. I wondered how crazy she really was.
 "What do you mean by 'heart breaking'?" I asked again.
 Taise glared a hypothetical hole in my forehead. "Just ask your buddy Warren here. I don't want to talk to you." She tossed her mane of red hair. "Wait a minute. Who are you three anyway?" She squinted her violet eyes towards D, Darren and me.
 "Two words." Darren muttered. "Anger. Management."
 D choked a bit and tried to cover it with a cough.
 Taise glared at Darren so hard I was sure that she was going to burst a blood vessel in her eye. This girl has issues.
 Warren looked nervous. "Uh, those are my-I mean, uh. I, hired them from-uh, that, bay place."
 Taise squinted at him. "They don't look much like pirates." She smirked, looking us up and down.
 I was wearing a dark-sky blue loose long sleeved pirate-type top, with matching loose pants. Then over that was a sleeveless black lace-up vest, that attached to a lower skirt, that split down the front and back, revealing my blue pants and black lace-up boots. My hair was curly, mainly from the curlers I had used earlier.
 D was wearing a short-sleeved very light brown top, with a black sleeveless top with some cute buttons down the front over it. Her matching pants were coordinated with dark brown sword sheaths, and brown boots.
 Darren wore a top like mine, but cream-colored, with a brown sleeveless vest over it. The outfit was topped off with brown boots and brown pants, with a leather sheath for his sword. Very simple and very pirate like. D helped him pick it out.
 "Those don't look like real pirates' outfits. They looked like you picked 'em out from a costume store." Taise rolled her eyes.
 Now Darren had been watching Taise closely the whole time, as if he remembered her from something, and was trying to figure it out. Then he did.
 "Hey, I remember.... I read about you! In Warren's diary-uh, yeah. He liked someone who had red hair and violet eyes-" Taise snapped her head around to look at him.
 "Excuse me?" She asked, rather threateningly.
 "Uh, I mean, um... Brown hair, and green eyes?" Darren mentally picked random hair and eye colors.
 "Really? He liked me?" A brown haired green eyed girl asked, poking her head around a rather large teen.
 "Quiet, *Latvia." The hulking teen shushed her.
 Taise glared at Warren. Warren gulped.
 Then she turned to her underlings, "Throw them all into the holding bay!" She ordered. "But not Warren, I'll deal with him in my cabin, Lars." She jerked her head at the hulking teen who had shushed 'Latvia'.
 I was pretty sure that Latvia was a country somewhere, like maybe Asia, but wasn't about to ask why some girl in another world was named after a country in our world.
 The two guys holding my arms started dragging me down the steps to the hold. I was quite tired by now. Attempting escapes every thirteen seconds uses up all my energy.
To Be Continued...

P.S. I know you're confused, but to be honest, I am too! But this part weaves into the rest of the stories, so keep it in mind. Next week's will be cool though. We get to meet a famous pirate. 
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Taise: Tie-ee-ss
Latvia: Lat-v-ee-uh
Galadriel: An Elven lady in LOTR
Middle-earth: The world of LOTR

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