Hello there! Happy St. Patrick's Day :) Hope everyone has been having a good month, mine has been very up-and-down so far. Or I guess you could say, down-and-up, as the beginning of this month was kind of rough and now things are settling down.
For today, I was thinking that I could share some of my writing with you. Currently, I'm taking a writing class and learning a ton! A month or two ago I shared one of my poems called "
Behind the Scenes", which is probably my favorite thing that I've written from class.
Here's a few paragraphs from the fiction I'm working on right now :)
As we load the boxes into the moving van, I spot Erica running down the street.
“I’m gonna go somewhere really quick,” I mutter to my sister, Courtney, and take off towards my best friend. “Erica!” I holler. “Erica, wait!”
She turns and beckons to me, then keeps running. “Come on, Aurora!” she yells back. I know where she’s headed--the abandoned playground where we used to hang out after school last year. It’s the only place where we’re sure to have any privacy. Reaching into my pocket, I rub the five string bracelets I’ve made for her.
“I thought you’d never get here,” she giggles as I duck under the slide and scoot towards her. But then her ever-present smile collapses and it’s suddenly obvious how hard she’s taking this. How hard the move is going to be on her, too. “Why do you have to go?” she whispers. “What am I gonna do without you? The school paper, Aurora. All our plans, gone!”
It’s too much, and then we’re holding each other and crying, and without any words we know how much we’ll miss each other. “I’ll email you every day,” I promise. “And you have to sign up for the school paper! One of us should. Here, these are for you.” I hold out the friendship bracelets, each of them woven with a blue string among the others, a blue string to match the one in each of my bracelets. “Because we’re different, and we’re going to change, but we’ll always be friends,” I explain.
We slowly walk back to my house, grabbing mint-chocolate ice cream cones even though it’s cold out. It usually is here in San Francisco, but ice cream on the first day of July is an Erica-Aurora tradition that goes back to elementary school. When the moving van comes into sight, she grabs my hand and holds it tightly. “Aurora!” I hear my mom yell. “Come on, we’re making lunch and then we have to leave!”
Then, somehow, I’ve said goodbye to Erica and May, my 20-year-old cousin who has been helping us pack, and we’re on the road to Hollis, California, our new home.
Please keep in mind that this is my first draft that still needs editing, and is not by far the end of the story! It's a work in progress :)
Hope you enjoy it, constructive criticism is appreciated! And I'm still trying to think of a name and permanent URL for my new blog, so leave any suggestions in the comments or just email me!
Happy Homeschooling!