An Old Story
Hey! So I know I just posted today, but here's more!
So, remember my friend Maya i told you about with the awesome blog? Yeah, her. If you checked out her blog like I said, you'll have seen one of her posts called 'Book Chapter (lazy post)'.
We both love writing, so one time a loooong time ago we wrote two stories together on google docs, and she shared a bit of one of them with you, and I want to share some of the other one on my blog!
Introduction:
Hi! My name is April Mayflower. I live in New Jersey
with my mom, my younger sister, Margo, and my dog Harvey. I’m 12 years old and I go to New Jersey Day School. My BFFs are Angela Simpson, Grace Morrison, Jessica Tomas and Lola Springs. My dad is in Colorado, to finish a project he’s been working on for a while. But now I have a whole bunch of writing ahead of me, so let’s get to it!
Chapter 1
I woke up to the feeling of slobber on my cheek.
“Harvey!” I cried.
Harvey was seated on the floor, with a wet mouth and a sheepish looking smile.
“Aww, you’re too cute, Harv!!” I said. “How can I stay mad at you?!”
I didn’t need to stretch much after that awakening, so I headed downstairs to the kitchen, where the smell of pancakes wafted from.
I stared at the dining room table, and gawked at the berries, whipped cream, cupcakes, (yes, there were cupcakes!!) chocolate chips, and plate of pancakes.
“Mom! What’s all this for?” I grinned giddily. My mouth was watering so bad!
“Run along and get dressed, April! We’re having a super celebration!” Mom answered, smiling.
“Mom, seriously! I get cupcakes for breakfast, and you tell me to run along and get dressed? What’s the celebration about?”
“Well, honey, it looks as though your dad is coming home a month earlier than expected!”
“Really?!” I cried in disbelief. “That’s great!” Just then Harvey came strutting into the dining room, his black nose sniffing the treats we got for breakfast.
“Harvey, we’re one lucky family! Dad’s coming home a month earlier!”
As if he actually understood that, he ran wildly around the room, barking and smiling. I didn’t even know a dog could smile like that since this morning!
“I guess Harvey’s excited too,” Mom grinned.
Then my younger sister Margo walked into the room, pulling a red ribbon behind her. That sister of mine is sooo wacky!
“Daddy’s coming back fwom Cowowado?” Margo asked.
Usually, I’d be bothered by all her questions, but today, I said, “Yeah, Marg! Aren’t you excited?”
Then, she started jumping around and squealing just like a little piglet. I swear, I could’ve mistaken her and Harvey if I didn’t know any better!
Soon, Margo and Harvey got bored of running around and screaming. Margo waved her little ribbon around furiously, and laughed when Harvey tried to grab it with his teeth.
“Mom, can we pick Dad up from the airport?” I begged.
“I think he’s going by taxi…” Mom said, “But I can ask him if we can pick him up at a ride stop!”
Margo stopped waving her ribbon, and smiled. “Mommy will be just like a taxi person!” Margo giggled.
“Okay, girls, remember, even though this is a celebration, you still have to get to school! So go and get dressed so you can eat your feast!”
Me and Margo headed to our rooms and when we came out, we eyed the feast waiting for Mom to say what we’d both been waiting for.
“Okay, you two! Dig in!”
We bounded for the table and stuffed ourselves to the brim with delicious cupcakes, pancakes, and berries with whipped cream.
Harvey looked like he was going to pounce onto the table if we didn’t give him some food--fast!
Margo, who felt Harvey should be part of this family breakfast feast, was about to hand him a pancake topped with--everything! Whipped cream, berries, chocolate, and believe it or not she even fit a cupcake on it!
“No! Don’t give it to him, Marg!” I yelled, and slapped the pancake out of Margo’s hand. “Phew!”
It landed on the floor with a satisfying but gross splat!
“Hey! Why’d ya do that?” Margo whined. “Harvey wanted pancakes, too!”
I rolled my eyes. “Unless he also wanted to end up in the dog hospital, I think I made the right choice. C’mon, Marg! How many times do we have to tell you? Dogs can’t eat the same thing we can. If you’d given him that funky looking pancake, we’d be rushing him to the vet in a matter of minutes!”
“Okay, okay. Settle down, girls,” Mom said from the head of the table.
“‘Settle down’?!” I cried. “Margo could have KILLED my dog!” I pulled Harvey into a big hug.
Mom checked her phone. “It’s almost eight. Everyone, clear your plates and pile into the front hallway,” Mom said, and held up her arms like she was directing traffic.
“You’re silly, Mommy,” Margo grinned.
Once we were all buttoned up and ready for school, we walked out the front door, and almost immediately we ran into my BFFs!
“Hi, Jessica! Hi, Lola! Hey, Angie! Hi, Grace”
They waved back at me and Angela said, “What’s the special occasion? You smell like cupcakes and chocolate? Or is that just a new soap?”
I smiled at my sensitive friend. She can ALWAYS guess what’s going on.
“I’ll tell you the news. My dad’s coming home early!” I grinned.
“Really? Good for you, girlfriend!” Grace said.
Then Margo, upset that for once she wasn’t in the spotlight, said, “Mommy’s gonna be a taxi person!”
“Come on, you two! We’ve got to get you to school!” Mom shouted from the car.
“See ya at school?” I asked.
My friends nodded and me and Margo headed to the car.
“Mommy,” Margo said, once we were strapped into the car and driving.
“Yes?” Mom looked through the rear-view mirror and smiled.
“Why can’t I walk to school with Sydney an’ Coco?” Margo calmly asked.
Anyone that knows Margo, knows that when she starts talking like that, it always means that a temper tantrum is coming up.
I’ve lived with Margo for four years now, and I can literally sense when one’s coming even before she starts talking all sweet and calm.
I guess Mom knew that Margo was about to burst, too, because she winced before saying,“Sweetie, you’re not old enough yet. You know that!”
I could tell Mom was trying to soften the blow, and the tantrum, because she was a “sweetie”s and “Marg”s.
“Apwiw gets to walk with HER friends! IT’s not faiw!!”
“That’s because she’s older than you, Marg.
Here it comes, I thought.
“MOMMY!!!!!!!” She shrieked and immediately, Mom looked like she wanted to take back what she said.
Then the tantrum REALLY started. It was just like a rainstorm. First it started sprinkling. Then, out of nowhere, it started to POUR, and you had to race like the wind to get back to your warm, dry house.
“I never get to see Sydney and Coco!” Margo screamed.
“You had a playdate with Coco just last week.” I remarked.
“AAAAAH!!” Margo shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Mom’s forehead was wrinkled, and I had to cover my ears to block out her rainstorm, which was now quickly turning into a lightning storm.
Why, oh why had I said that?!
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