Post by walktherainbows on Dec 9, 2011 1:23:00 GMT -5
'Dee. DEE. DEE!!!!!'
I felt someone shake me violently. I knew it was my sister, nobody wakes me like she does and i knew exactly what she wanted. I buried my head deeper into my pillow, trying to ignore my sisters screams.
'What?' I said groggily, hoping that she would leave me alone.. I was half awake, and the shaking was still not stopping. I groan loudly into my pillow. 'Leave me alone!' I half yell covering my eyes as she violently pulled open the blinds and the sun shone in. I heard her stomp her foot in exasperation. 'You promised.' She said in a angry whiny voice. I smiled, i loved playing with her. 'Go away.' I answer her, my tone firm (i hope). I point my hand at the door, head still buried. 'You can lift your hand! Now, lift your body and let's go!' She yelled. I ignored her and some time later i heard her go out. She was leaving me? I narrowed my eyes, My sister never gave up. I rolled so that i could see the ceiling and there stood my sister, i had no time to react, the second i turned. SPLASH.
'CAM!' I roared at her, i was fuming and very wet. I sat up and she ran out yelling to me 'You promised!' I gave a frustrated snarl and got up to change and to dry myself. About 10 minutes later, i was ready. I went downstairs and i saw my sister standing by the door waiting for me. I shot her a look. She smiled at me sweetly. You promised, she mouthed at me as she opened the door to go to the porch. Sisters. They want to make your life as hard as possible. I walked to the kitchen to get breakfast. I grabbed a piece of hot buttered toast from the stack mom made for us. 'MOM! I'M GOING TO THE MALL WITH CAM!' I yelled so that she could hear me, my mum was upstairs. I heard a faint OK and i proceeded to go to the porch where my sister was waiting. 'Let's go! I wanna check out the mall here. Maybe, its nicer than London's?'
She said,speeding off to the road. I rolled my eyes and eat my toast all the way there while my sister skipped happily down the road.
She loved shopping even though she was only 7. I hated shopping all the way, i only agreed to this because my sister promised that i could go to the bookstore while she shopped. I dusted the toast crumbs off my hand and walked behind Cam slowly, thinking about my old home .I had not much to miss when i left London, what i did miss was this bookshop i would go to almost everyday. It was a few blocks away from my old home. I did chores for the owner and she paid me back with endless times in her bookshop. I loved the musty,rich book smell a bookshop gives when you walk into it. Though, nowadays, most bookshops are clean and fake looking. Her bookshop though was special. It looked right out of a fairytale.
It gave out the same magical old bookshop feel. I would sit down in a cozy nook(a chair) and read for hours to the end. She would provide me with Hot Tea and fresh oatmeal cookies she made, still warm and crunchy from the oven. I would nibble the cookie and drink my tea, in between the times when i was not absorbed in the book. She had so many books. The air in the bookshop was constantly quiet ,she hardly had any customers. Mrs.Jones her name was. She was a quiet person, always absorbed in her books. She rarely talked to me, she had no time for that, yet she knew to always prepare the tea and cookies for me. But, that was a long time ago. A year before we moved, she closed down the bookshop. I had no idea why. Only a few people missed it though. Forget it. A voice inside my head said. I turned my head to distract myself with something. 'THE MALL!' My sister squealed. There was my distraction. I saw the mall peeking over the trees.
We reached the mall in a matter of minutes and my sister rushed in. 'Meet me here at 12 Cam!' i yelled as she rushed in. I shake my head at her enthusiasm and went in to search for a bookshop.
I found one quickly, it was quite hard to miss. It looked a lot like my favorite bookshop in London. I walked in and rushed to the Harry Potter section. I immediately grabbed a copy of the fifth book 'Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix' and flipped it to chapter thirty seven, where i stopped back in London. My mum refused to let me get the series, i had to read them in the bookshop sneakily. I lived off it for about 2 years, reading around 2 chapters every time i visited a bookshop. I was finally at the fifth book and i was at the last few chapters before mum decided to move. I sat down, my back leaned against the smooth shelves.
Nobody was in that aisle. I was happy being alone. I fiddled with my necklace as i read. As i was at the last few pages, i looked at my watch and realized that is was going to be 12 soon. I stood up and stretched my legs. I put the book back. 'Delia?' I heard a familiar voice say. I turned to face an old lady, with pearly Grey hair and a kind face. It surely can't be Mrs. Jones?She looked a lot like Mrs. Jones just that she looked happier than i ever saw her . She was carrying a stack of books. Her black reading glasses that hung around her neck were the same ones i always saw Mrs. Jones wearing. My eyes widened in surprise. 'Mrs. Jones?!' I exclaim. 'But-You-were-bookshop-here' i heard myself stammer. I nearly fell in shock but i caught the book shelf to steady myself. She smiled at me, her wrinkles deepening as she smiled. 'I moved her a year ago and business here was better than it ever was in London!' She said happily.
I was about to say something to her when somebody interrupted me. 'Mrs. Jones.' I turned to face the person that interrupted us. My eyes widened. 'You know him?' I asked her pointing at Greyson. She nodded, her reading glasses shaking. 'He's my grandson.' I must have nearly died in shock.
Hey, its walktherainbows here. I'll post chapter 4 soon. Feel free to PM me any questions, i would be glad to answer them. I hope you're enjoying the story so far!
I felt someone shake me violently. I knew it was my sister, nobody wakes me like she does and i knew exactly what she wanted. I buried my head deeper into my pillow, trying to ignore my sisters screams.
'What?' I said groggily, hoping that she would leave me alone.. I was half awake, and the shaking was still not stopping. I groan loudly into my pillow. 'Leave me alone!' I half yell covering my eyes as she violently pulled open the blinds and the sun shone in. I heard her stomp her foot in exasperation. 'You promised.' She said in a angry whiny voice. I smiled, i loved playing with her. 'Go away.' I answer her, my tone firm (i hope). I point my hand at the door, head still buried. 'You can lift your hand! Now, lift your body and let's go!' She yelled. I ignored her and some time later i heard her go out. She was leaving me? I narrowed my eyes, My sister never gave up. I rolled so that i could see the ceiling and there stood my sister, i had no time to react, the second i turned. SPLASH.
'CAM!' I roared at her, i was fuming and very wet. I sat up and she ran out yelling to me 'You promised!' I gave a frustrated snarl and got up to change and to dry myself. About 10 minutes later, i was ready. I went downstairs and i saw my sister standing by the door waiting for me. I shot her a look. She smiled at me sweetly. You promised, she mouthed at me as she opened the door to go to the porch. Sisters. They want to make your life as hard as possible. I walked to the kitchen to get breakfast. I grabbed a piece of hot buttered toast from the stack mom made for us. 'MOM! I'M GOING TO THE MALL WITH CAM!' I yelled so that she could hear me, my mum was upstairs. I heard a faint OK and i proceeded to go to the porch where my sister was waiting. 'Let's go! I wanna check out the mall here. Maybe, its nicer than London's?'
She said,speeding off to the road. I rolled my eyes and eat my toast all the way there while my sister skipped happily down the road.
She loved shopping even though she was only 7. I hated shopping all the way, i only agreed to this because my sister promised that i could go to the bookstore while she shopped. I dusted the toast crumbs off my hand and walked behind Cam slowly, thinking about my old home .I had not much to miss when i left London, what i did miss was this bookshop i would go to almost everyday. It was a few blocks away from my old home. I did chores for the owner and she paid me back with endless times in her bookshop. I loved the musty,rich book smell a bookshop gives when you walk into it. Though, nowadays, most bookshops are clean and fake looking. Her bookshop though was special. It looked right out of a fairytale.
It gave out the same magical old bookshop feel. I would sit down in a cozy nook(a chair) and read for hours to the end. She would provide me with Hot Tea and fresh oatmeal cookies she made, still warm and crunchy from the oven. I would nibble the cookie and drink my tea, in between the times when i was not absorbed in the book. She had so many books. The air in the bookshop was constantly quiet ,she hardly had any customers. Mrs.Jones her name was. She was a quiet person, always absorbed in her books. She rarely talked to me, she had no time for that, yet she knew to always prepare the tea and cookies for me. But, that was a long time ago. A year before we moved, she closed down the bookshop. I had no idea why. Only a few people missed it though. Forget it. A voice inside my head said. I turned my head to distract myself with something. 'THE MALL!' My sister squealed. There was my distraction. I saw the mall peeking over the trees.
We reached the mall in a matter of minutes and my sister rushed in. 'Meet me here at 12 Cam!' i yelled as she rushed in. I shake my head at her enthusiasm and went in to search for a bookshop.
I found one quickly, it was quite hard to miss. It looked a lot like my favorite bookshop in London. I walked in and rushed to the Harry Potter section. I immediately grabbed a copy of the fifth book 'Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix' and flipped it to chapter thirty seven, where i stopped back in London. My mum refused to let me get the series, i had to read them in the bookshop sneakily. I lived off it for about 2 years, reading around 2 chapters every time i visited a bookshop. I was finally at the fifth book and i was at the last few chapters before mum decided to move. I sat down, my back leaned against the smooth shelves.
Nobody was in that aisle. I was happy being alone. I fiddled with my necklace as i read. As i was at the last few pages, i looked at my watch and realized that is was going to be 12 soon. I stood up and stretched my legs. I put the book back. 'Delia?' I heard a familiar voice say. I turned to face an old lady, with pearly Grey hair and a kind face. It surely can't be Mrs. Jones?She looked a lot like Mrs. Jones just that she looked happier than i ever saw her . She was carrying a stack of books. Her black reading glasses that hung around her neck were the same ones i always saw Mrs. Jones wearing. My eyes widened in surprise. 'Mrs. Jones?!' I exclaim. 'But-You-were-bookshop-here' i heard myself stammer. I nearly fell in shock but i caught the book shelf to steady myself. She smiled at me, her wrinkles deepening as she smiled. 'I moved her a year ago and business here was better than it ever was in London!' She said happily.
I was about to say something to her when somebody interrupted me. 'Mrs. Jones.' I turned to face the person that interrupted us. My eyes widened. 'You know him?' I asked her pointing at Greyson. She nodded, her reading glasses shaking. 'He's my grandson.' I must have nearly died in shock.
Hey, its walktherainbows here. I'll post chapter 4 soon. Feel free to PM me any questions, i would be glad to answer them. I hope you're enjoying the story so far!