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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Story

Here's another little story that I'm writing~don't know if I'll finish it or not.
Tell me who your favorite character is!

Finding Home

By Kendra Kiser

To my Mom, Wendy Kiser

Chapter 1~ Swimming

“Hey,Andie! Want to go swimming?”

Thirteen-year- old Andie Pearl looked up from here multiplication sheet and turned her head. Her neighbor, David Kent, was calling her from the door-way of the Pearl’s small log cabin. Andie looked at her Mother, Ruth, who was stirring the black pot on the fire place.

“Ma?” She called, “May I go swimming with David and whoever else wants to go?”

Mrs. Pearl turned around and looked at her daughter. “Are you finished with your math? You’re way behind in school.”

Andie ignored the comment about being behind in school. “No, ma’am, I’m not finished with it yet, but I’ll finish it tonight.”

Mrs. Pearl nodded. “You may go, hon.” She tossed her long, light brown hair behind her shoulder and mumbled, “Oh, I wish we were living in town. Then my girls could go to school.”

Andie also ignored this comment and grabbed a pair of her fathers’ old pants.

“Comin’, David! Let me just get a few things!” Andie slipped a slice of bread in her pocket for lunch. Then she reached for a towel and raced out of the cabin. There where two other large families living next to the Pearls. Three of the Monroes were there to go swimming, Gilda, Charlie, and Ethanael. And five of the Kents were there, Fred, Patrice, Felicity, David, and Mark. Besides five of Andie’s own sisters, Grace, Joy, Lynnea, Cecily, and Laura. Sixteen-year-old Annabelle Pearl said she was too old for swimming anymore, even though Grace, who was eighteen, still swam.

“Ready to swim?” Asked Grace, as she took hold of little Laura’s hand.

Andie nodded. The oldest of the group, twenty-year-old Fred Kent, took the lead. “Alright, folks! We are going to swim in the creek!” He called. Gilda Monroe and Cecily Pearl giggled. They already knew they were going swimming.

Soon the group was on the well-worn path that lead to the creek. The summer sky was barely seen because the thick green trees covered the path. The sun bet down on the children. Suddenly twelve-year-old Charlie Monroe, who was in the front of the group, yelled, “I see it! I see it! I see the creek! I saw it first!” He danced up and down.

David and Andie rolled their eyes. Charlie Monroe wasn’t their best companion.

David grinned as he saw a regular little ant crawling around in the grass. He shouted, “Charlie! Charlie! Look, I see an ant! I see an ant! I saw it first!” He mimicked.

Charlie blushed at his silliness and shrugged. Then he ran off the large path and into the small one the lead off to the creek. “Beat ya’ll slow pokes!”

Ethanael Monroe, who was ten, tugged on Mark Kent’s shirt. “Let’s race him!” Mark nodded and the two boys took off. The others followed till the creek was in sight. The creek looked so delighting to the children, its cool water flowing into currants and in some areas creating little water falls. In other areas, there were deep still spots, and the water was so clear you could see the little fish darting about.

Charlie, Ethanael, David, and Mark quickly took off their shirts and left their trousers on. Sometimes they didn’t wear any pants, but Grace insisted that they must this time, since there were girls around.

The fifteen-year-old twins, Joy and Lynnea Pearl, waded out with fourteen-year-old Felicity Kent. Eleven-year-old Gilda and Cecily also waded out together. They were “best friends”, since they were the same age and they liked the same things. Grace sat down with Laura, helping her make mud “cakes”. Fred decided to watch the boys, because they wanted to go exploring down the creek and swim at the same time.

“Are you coming, Andie?” Pleaded Mark.

Andie hesitated then realized she had no one else to play with. Grace looked up and smiled. “Go ahead, have fun, Andie.” She said.

Andie grinned at said, “Okay, Mark, I’ll come. Let me just put on these pants.” In a few minutes, she was ready and the boys started to swim. Andie followed and soon she caught up. The children had fun exploring and there were many interesting things to see. But Charlie only raced ahead, calling and yelled that the others were too slow.

“You all are slow!” He yelled, “Slow as molasses! Slow as molasses! Slow as-“

Charlie stopped his meanness and backed up. His face turned white as snow. The others turned their heads to see what he had seen. Was it a snake? Panther? Wolf? They didn’t have to wait long to see what it was. Five big, strong, painted war Indians were suddenly in front of Charlie.


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