And Then She Was Gone
I got this idea of writing this story from an episode of As Told by Ginger called And she was gone. I found it on YouTube and I thought it would be a great story adaption to write. I don't own anything. They belong to Disney and Nickelodeon. Please fill free to comment. Enjoy
It was a quiet night here in the Castle Wyvern. It was a nice change of pace for the Manhattan clan. Usually their daily nights consist of patrol, crazy mystical creatures, Oberon's children and other weird encounters. But not this night, tonight there was no patrol, no crazy mystical creatures, and Oberon's children to deal with or any other weird encounters. It was just a nice normal night. When Goliath told everyone that there was no patrol tonight, the clan couldn't be happier, especially Angela. For you see Angela has a passion for writing and hasn't been able to write on her journal for the past few nights. Her passion began when Elisa gave her a journal for her to write in when they arrived to New York. 'It's great way for you to write your private thoughts in.' Elisa told her. That same night she wrote about everything that happened to her, from the Avalon journey to arriving to a new world. After writing all night, she couldn't believe how much fun writing was for her. She told herself 'For now on, I'll write every night.' And so she did. Every night since, she wrote about everything and anything that happened in her life. And tonight she had one crazy story to write. As soon as she finished her breakfast, she quickly got her journal and headed towards one of the study rooms in the castle. Closing the door behind her, she walked to the desk and turned on the small lamp. She took her sit, opened a new page in the journal and with her pen at hand she began her story.
Dear Journal,
It's been a while since I last time I wrote on you. You won't believe the craziness that happened to me over the past few nights. I didn't even have a chance to write any of it down. It wasn't because of patrol or any other weird encounters our clan sees in a daily basis. Actually it was pretty quiet to say the least. Sure we had a robbery or two that we stopped but other than that it was normal. But that's not the reason I didn't write these past few nights, far from it. I guess I was just…nervous to write, nervous to express what was happening in my life. That never happened to me before. No matter what was going on in my life, writing made me feel a lot better about it. Whether it was good or bad, writing was my way of expressing my feelings towards a situation. At times I would just write for fun, nothing to do with what's going on or what I'm feeling. And that right there is where my story begins. The story of how one little poem I wrote turned my life upside down. It all started when the clan and I were eating breakfast and David Xanatos came by to talk…
The clan was enjoying another delicious breakfast Broadway made. When it comes to making breakfast for the clan he was the gargoyle for the job. While they were eating and laughing about the t.v. show they watched yesterday, David Xanatos walked into the kitchen with a laptop at hand.
"Ah it's nice to see you all happy and about." David said. Though he has kept his word about keeping the clan safe in the castle and trying anything to not break their trust, the clan was still a little unsure about him. They trust him enough but not completely.
"What do you want Xanatos?" Brooklyn said with some attitude in it.
Angela gave him a soft elbow jab to his side, "Hey, don't be rude Brooklyn."
"No, no it's alright." Xanatos said.
"Xanatos, is there a reason as to why ye here?" Hudson asked.
"Actually yes, I'm here to talk to Angela." Everyone looked at her.
Angela was as surprised as everyone here, "Me? Why do you want to talk to me?"
"A little birdie told me that you have a passion for writing and…" But Xanatos was interrupted by Lexington
"When you say little birdie, you mean the security cameras that are all over the place." Lexington pointed at one of the security cameras on the top left corner of the kitchen. They all looked at him.
Xanatos gave them a smirk, "What can I say? Old habits die hard. Anyways as I was saying I know that Angela has a passion for writing and I wanted to see if you're interested in entering a competition."
Angela couldn't believe what she just heard. A writing competition, sounds like a lot of fun but a lot of work.
"I don't know, I mean what if my writing not good enough for the competition." She knew her writing was good, but was it good enough to compete in?
"Are you kidding, you're an amazing writer Angela." Broadway said.
"Yeah, we've read some of your poems and stories and there really, really good." Lexington said
"You should enter it Angela, we'll be here to support you 100%." Brooklyn said
Angela was still unsure about it, "I still don't know, what do you like father?"
Goliath gave her an encouraging smile, "I believe you should enter it, my daughter. You are a very gifted writer and we've seen how much joy writing brings you. Entering a competition may be good for you, to challenge yourself in your writing. Give a try; you never know what will happen."
Listening to everyone and how much they support her she finally made her decision, "Ok I'll do it, I'll enter the competition." She happily said. Everyone cheered when she said yes.
Xanatos smiled, "I knew you would say yes, the application is already filled up for you. He gave Angela the application information, "Here you go. It's called The Emerging Author Award." She gladly took it and started reading the information. "Short stories and poems must be typed, doubled space and the deadline is at the end of this week! Oh my gosh that's three days from now!"
"Ah, but that's not the best part. The winners of the competition have their work published so everyone can read it. I know its short notice but don't worry about it too much. Besides you do well under pressure." He walked up to Angela and gave her the laptop. "Here you're more than welcome to use the laptop to write your story. Well I'll let you get too it. Once your done bring me the laptop so I can print it and send it." With that Xanatos walked out of the kitchen.
"So, what are you going to write about? Oh maybe it should be about a robot from the future who comes here to the past." Lexington asked
Brooklyn disagreed with that idea, "No way, that's lame. Oh how about a detective who tries to solve a murder/mystery and he only has a few days to solve it before the culprit escapes for good."
Broadway shook his head, "You watch too much detective shows. I say she should write about man who falls in love with a girl and the trials they go through so they can be together." Brooklyn and Lexington gave him a weird look.
Broadway shrugged his shoulder, "What? I like romance."
Angela giggled, "Thanks a lot for your suggestions guys but I'll just do what I always do. Just sit around, clear my mind and wait for the story to come to me."
"That sounds like a good thing to do lass." Hudson said
"Alright, everyone must be heading out for patrol. Angela you can stay behind and work on your story." Goliath said.
Angela gave her father a big hug, "Thank you so much, father." He returned the hug, "You're welcome. We'll let you get started, come everyone." And with that the clan walked out of the kitchen and onto patrol. Angela smiled. She couldn't wait to start writing but first she decided to make herself a cup of tea, to help her clear her mind. She put the kettle in the stove and while waiting for the kettle to be ready, she sat down, turned on the laptop and began to clear her mind.
She took a nice deep breath and closed her eyes, "Talk to me mind, I'm listening." After a few moments she began to write her story.