i finally found it!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQhCNOV5Gnk&feature=related 
This is a song stright from my memories, readers! If any of you would post your favorite songs from when you were little, I'll gladly put them up! (as long as they're appropriate of course!)

1000 by Kels

I would make a thousand paper cranes,
to get a single wish.
I'd cook a thousand tomatoes,
to get a simple dish.
i'd pick a thousand daisies,
to make a single chain.
But with a thousand searchlights,
you could'nt find my brain.

=P

The misadventures of poor finian round two

Finian sat slumped over slightly in his chair. His head resting on his crossed arms. His fingers tapped out a tune on the dinner table as His friends made dinner in the kitchen. He was hoping for some pasta, or cooked veggies. Anything edible would suit him just fine. The recent addition to their group, Gavin, was helping Allyson cook so it should be fine, right? Right?

            “Dinner time!” Allyson called out cheerfully. Gavin walked in, carrying a large metal pot, it’s lid clenched down tight. He set it down on the table and nodded politely at Finian. Finian returned the gesture and sat up to grab the lid off the top. Whack! Allyson hit him with a wooden spoon. Finian, used to the antics of the girl, just re took his seat.

“Alright! For supper today, I was going to make pot roast, but together me and Gavin made a um…. What was the word again?”

“Bilateral.” Gavin said softly. He didn’t speak often.

“That’s it! We made a bilateral agreement to make soup instead!” Finian blanched. He stared at Gavin across the table and shot the mind reader a thought. Are you insane?? And what’s up with the fancy word?

Gavin shrugged and smiled at Allyson. What can I say? She really wanted to make soup. I helped her with it, so it can’t be that bad. Bilateral means “having two sides” so I thought it was fitting. Gavin was raised in a rich home, so really it was no surprise to Finian that he knew ‘smart people talk’.

Allyson, looking back and forth at her friends, wondered what they were talking about, but didn’t question it.

“Okay then, let’s eat!” She whipped off the lid. The soup inside was a light pink, with toxic looking chunks of unidentifiable veggies, and something Finian really hoped was meat. He glared at Gavin who looked shocked. I…I do not understand, it looked perfectly edible a moment ago! Finian shook his head sadly. Both of the boys were in for another rough mealtime.

Tthhhuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrsssssssddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy~

As some of you guys may know, I (Kelsie speaking) am homeschooled. As of last week, I joined a homeschool co-op place. It's called Thursday Connection. I'm going to be doing two classes there, Latin and Fencing! As in, sword fighting fencing! I had my first classes last thursday. It was so much fun!! The latin class was awesome, my teacher is very nice. Fencing is hard work, but I need some exercise. I'm also most likely doing Yearbook club, I'm hoping to be a journalist there. I havent had a meeting yet. Wish me luck!!!!

-Kels

A light in the dark, Chapter three

Chapter Three

 

Allyson sat down on her couch, pulling a hefty book off the table beside her into her lap. She sighed, and fingered the bookmark quietly; the book had no appeal now. All of the letters simply jumbled around in her head, mixing with images of the bird boy. Finian. She grabbed a pillow and squeezed it, hard. She had, of course, already managed to develop a crush on him. He was handsome. She thought, blushing a bit.

Those bright green eyes, that dashing brown hair, and Oh! He was soo tall! She giggled loudly, the pillow quite crushed in her arms. The sound of gravel crunching outside dragged her attention to the window. Her parents’ blue van was coming up the driveway. Allyson squeaked, threw the pillow across the room and snapped her book open to a random page. She began scanning it, like she was reading it. A couple of agonizing minutes later, her parents walked into the room, dripping a bit from the rain outside.

Allyson froze. She had forgotten; she was still wet from dragging Finian to the barn! Allyson darted up the stairs to her room, yelling “Hi mom! Hi Dad!” behind her. She hurriedly changed out of her damp clothes and into her soft pajamas, and raced back downstairs.

“Sorry!” she said, a smile plastered on her face. “I sprayed myself in the face with the spray nozzle thingy while doing the dishes!” She held up a strand of droopy black hair to demonstrate. It dripped approvingly. Her mother rolled her eyes and smiled, setting her purse down on the table. Her father grinned and laughed.

“That’s my girl!” He rubbed a hand through her hair, making the shortest parts stand on end.

“Daaad!” She complained, attempting to put her hair back in place. “Don’t do that!!” He chuckled, a deep noise. She smiled, a bit grudgingly, and looked at her watch.

“Well, I was just about to go to bed, so, Goodnight!!” She dipped her head to kiss her mom on the cheek, and stood on tiptoe to do the same to her dad. They looked a bit puzzled, but returned the gesture. She grinned, and with another “’night!!” She raced back up the stairs and shut the door behind her. Collapsing on her bed, Allyson sighed in relief, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling. She traced patterns in her head, and fell asleep thinking about angels and lightning.

A Man stood quietly at a gas station, under the protective covering the gas pumps provided. He scowled as he dialed a number on his cell phone, pressing the speed dial, impatiently tapping his foot as the speaker rang. After a few droning hums, the line clicked and then a man’s voice answered.

“What is it?”

“It’s me, Jonathan Briggs, sir.” Mr. Briggs pulled the trench coat he was wearing more tightly around him.

“Did you get the boy?” The sharp voice snapped, sounding metallic and irritated.

“Um… There was a problem.”

“What?” the voice almost literally growled.

“It started raining. I got the boy down, but then it started raining. I had to get back to my car or I’d sizzle. I already have a few burns on my arms.” Mr. Briggs sighed, rubbing at a red spot on his wrist.

“You are not returning until you retrieve the boy, do you understand me?” The voice yelled and the man in the trench coat held his cell phone a bit away from his ear.

            “Yessir.”

            “And hurry up!”

            “Yessir.” The line went dead. Mr. Briggs sighed again and looked over at his reflection in the mirror. He was fairly tall, with light brown hair, green eyes, and a thick mustache. Not very villain-like. He, however was more concerned about the dark bags under his eyes. He poked at them and groaned. “I really need a vacation.”

 

 -Kels

Loyal, Chapter Three part 1

Steven woke to a slimy touch on his hand, a rough rubbing that made his hair want to stand on end. He cracked his eye open, and stared at a large golden retriever that was currently licking his hand. With a jolt he sat up, gasping softly at his the pain in his arm. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, and noticed the empty bowl of soup. Memories of the day before returned and he snapped his head around to find the girl. She was nowhere in sight. Her scarf lay crumpled at the feet of the dog.

Steven rubbed his eyes, and patted the dog softly on the head.  He struggled to his feet, swaying a bit as his head went fuzzy. The dog ran circles around his feet, obviously excited, but didn’t make a sound. Steven knelt down in front of it.
                “Do you know where that girl went?” He asked it, looking around again. The dog seemed to cock it’s head slightly, and grabbed the scarf from by its feet. Steven took the end of it in his hand and attempted to pull it away. The dog pulled back. Tugging harder than Steven could fight; the dog dragged him by the scarf, out of the door and into a dark alleyway.  Swerving around trashcans and parked cars, Steven eventually found himself back in the alley where he had been knocked out. The dog released her (for Steven had finally thought to look) end of the scarf.

“Where you the dog they were hurting girl?” Steven asked, absently scratching behind the dog’s ears. The dog merely nuzzled her nose into his sleeve to reply. He chuckled and searched the fur on her neck for a collar. None. “I doubt you could tell me your name, pup?” He smiled. “Would you like to come with me?” The dog rubbed her head affectionately into his hand and he began walking backto his apartment.

“I suppose I will call you… Marigold. Is that good?” He could have sworn the dog smiled.

hello readers! wherever you are!

I (kelsie) wrote an essay for a college application, and was wondering if you guys would vote for it. here is a link to the site. Thanks!!!

http://scholarships.collegeplus.org/essays/75-to-be-a-writer


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