STORY TIME!!!!!

Even though this is a music blog, I'd like to share a story I want to share. 

Enjoy!

 

THE NONSENSE PLACE

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

All year, I had been begging my parents to take me to the beach for my birthday.  My name is Pattie.  Pattie Anne Maureen Dennis.  I know, it sounds like a bunch of names together in one name.  Why did that dumb Hurricane have to come? My day started out fine.  Absolutley fine.  My father was making Chocolate-Chip pancakes and bacon for breakfast, my favorite breakfast.  After breakfast, we were going to go down to the beach and play in the ocean, take a boat ride, sun bathe, and collect seashells.

After that, I would get to choose where I wanted to go eat and go to the boardwalk and ride the rides and get ice-cream cones.  THAT would be the best birthday ever, but it was also very special.  I was turning 13.  I was going to become a REAL TEENAGER.  And I was so excited.  But the dumb weather woman interuppted our plans.  She was pale with curly red hair and blue eyes and freckles that went across her face.  She said that there was a big storm coming, and evacuate if possible.  So we had to leave that day when we had just got there yesterday.

I was scared; but angry.  Why did this stupid hurricane have to come on MY special day?  We were close to the innerstate when my lights went out.  My mother was driving down the road, and suddenly a palm tree hit our car, and I was the only one not to survive.  Dead at 12 years old.  On your birthday.  It's the worst thing that could happen.  Right now, I'm looking at my mother and father, with me in my casket with curly mud brown hair turning gray, my amber eyes closed, my eyebrows gone, and a big red bump where I got hit.  My mother and father, aunts and uncles, cousins, grandmas and grandpas, close friends, and former teachers are there and crying.  I wish this never happened.  My mother has a tear that drips down her cheek, and lands onto my hand.  My best friend, Dylan, won't leave my grave.

I'm so sad that her best and only friend, me, is gone.  Dylan's father has to carry her on his back to take her home, with Dylan kicking and screaming.  I wish this never happened.  I truley do.

 

That's the end of chapter one.  Hopefully by tomorrow, I will have more Beatles' stuff and chapter two to the story!

Maddy