Wasp, Turkeys and buttons... Oh my.

We went yesterday to go look at a house we might be buying. Of course, the first thing i see as we pull in? Turkeys. For any who don't know, I am very frightened of turkeys. Up in the driveway however, a large white duck was sitting, a duck i have since dubbed Alphonse. He was pretty nice, for a duck. The house is really old, kinda fall-apart-y. The tiles in the kitchen weren't glued down, the roof leaked and the floorboards on the deck were unstable. But it was cool too! it seemed to be an adventure waiting to happen! Looking down off the deck, i spotted a large glittering pile of buttons on the ground. So, when we get down there, I of course go over to them and look over them. After a peek underneath the house, i was about to head back to the others, when a stinging insect, (never saw it) stung my back. Of course I was shouting and clawing at my back, while mom was pushing me away from where we were. I dont know why it stung me, but I got it three times to the back. (pouting) All i wanted was to look at the shineys...

-Kels

Betrayed

Will grinned happily, crouched over the campfire.

“Soup’s ready!” He chirped, cheery as ever. “Can you go tell Karee and Stephen for me?” Marigold looked up from the string bracelets she was making, and nodded.  Nimbly, she sprang to her feet and skipped in the direction their companions had gone. She followed the trail their feet had made in the grass, and paused on the edge of a small clearing.

She spotted her two friends, standing side by side, looking at the stars. Marigold took one step forward, and froze. They were holding hands. She was grinning, and he was whispering too softly to be heard from where Mari stood. Slowly, Karee turned and faced Stephen, and lifted a hand to ruffle his orange hair. He placed his hand on her cheek, slightly caressing it with his fingers.

Then, as the dog girl watched, her master began to lean forward, closer and closer to Karee’s face. And he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he put his free hand on the small of her back.

Marigold stood frozen in shock. She thought he- but he’d never said so- but she thought he knew- maybe he didn’t care? Her mind swirled in pain and sorrow .Her eyes started to fill. She was petrified, watching the boy she loved most kissing someone else.

Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore. She turned and started to run away, but tripped over a fallen branch. She landed heavily on her side, startling the lovers out of their kiss. Stephen whipped his head around to stare at her, and the tear she had been holding in slid down her cheek, clearly reflected in the moonlight.

She wiped her eyes on her over-long sleeves, and scrambled to her feet. She motioned shakily towards the campsite, and turned away. Stephen called out to her, but she ran, barely watching her feet, in the direction she’d pointed. She emerged into the campsite, and although he saw the tear stains, the look on Mari’s face told her to leave her alone. She curled up in her sleeping bag, and pulled it over her head. She had cried herself to sleep by the time the others came back.