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PLEASE DO NOT STEAL EXCERPT! I am telling a story from the point of view from two different people; sisters. Here is an excerpt from one part:
She pulls a pack of matches from under a rock and lights the wood on fire.
The fire crackles and roars in the moonlight, the flames licking the sky’s full bosom.
“I’ve never been further than Banff” she startles me, as I’m drifting into the rhythm of the fire’s dance.
“This is the first time I’ve been out of Hutchinson, other than when I visited Alaska.”
“What’s it like there? I mean, in Kansas.”
“Beautiful. Serene. Small. Colorful.”
“Sounds nice.........It anything like here?” I’m still surprised that she’s talking to me. She looked disgusted when we first met, probably only a couple hours ago.
“Nothing like here. Warmer.....a lot warmer”
“Springs and summers here are beautiful. The skies are blue, the clouds are fluffy, the trees are green. I think you’d like it”
“I hope so”
There’s a long pause, before she breaks the silence.
“What are the people like?”
“Simple minded. Or at least, shy to show their intelligence. I think everyone our age is......its not really native to Kansas”
I feel a loud buzz coming from my pocket, and can tell that Jude heard it. It repeats itself, before I find it and press the little green phone icon. The voice at the end of the line is familiar, and I’m happy to hear it.
“Morgan?” she says, almost exploding of enthusiasm.
“Hi, Lucy” I say, happy that my sister’s okay.
“How’s your house?”
“Lovely, absolutely gorgeous. Nothing like Kansas, but beautiful. I have uncle’s old study, you know, with the old Aspen Birch?”
“That’s great!”
My sister moved in with Aunt Helene, and Uncle Phil, who both live in Mystic, Connecticut. Everyone knew that she’d like it better there, and I’d probably fit in better here. Helene’s twin daughters are Lucy’s age (named Skyler and Hailey), which is twelve. She’s going to Middle School there, and she gets to visit me this summer. I miss her dearly, but I love Jasper, and I think she belongs in Mystic.
“How’s your room?”
“I love it!! It’s right on the port, and you can see the ships all lit up at night! I went for a walk with Skylar there last night!”
“Sounds great. Call me tomorrow. Bye”
“Bye!”
and the tone goes flat.
“Who was that?” asks Jude, here face lit up with the fire.
“My sister, Lucy”
“Where does she live?”
“Mystic, Connecticut”
She turns to see all the lights from the town lighting up below us.
“Sibil’s going to kill me if we don’t do any shopping, so let’s get to stores before they close” she says, with a grin.
When we get to the store, I’m exhausted from the drive. It seems so late, because the sky is so dark. It looks like it could be nine or ten, but its actually only five. The stores close at seven, so we have a little time to shop.
I buy so much that I can’t look at another bill again in my life. Jackets, Sweaters, Sweat Pants, Jeans, Shorts, Tank tops, Pullovers, Dresses, Skirts, Scarves, Hats, Mitts, Swim Suits, Belts, and a Duffle Bag with navy blue moose stitched on for school.
I think I fall asleep in the car, because I wake up staring at the Birch tree. Sadie snores in the laundry room, and Emerson sits on my stomach, floating up and down with every breath I take.
I pull my phone out and text Lucy.
Survived another day without my sister
XOXO
Morgan
What do you think???? Any feedback???
Answer:
sooo long but SOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!!!
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