This is a New Story .
Rating T: Some swearing, some deaths, and fluff.
Inspiration: While I was looking through my old notes during my middle school days, I came across one of my notes that I wrote down in the 8th grade and it was about the Oregon Trail, and the Santa Fe. History has always been my favorite subject in school, and I have always wanted to write a story that takes place during the 1800's and has a message to it. I feel that people now need to realize that we learn history because it shows us what great things we can do in the future. Without history, we wouldn't have what we have now.
Summary: Blossom's family are not doing well with money, and are afraid that they might lose their house and live on the cold streets. But when her father hears about Oregon giving away land good for crops for a cheap price, he decides to take his family on a long journey down the Oregon Trail. Blossom is very excited and happy that they are going on an adventure, but not everything turns out the way she expected it to be.
Important Info: Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup are NOT related. Same goes for Brick, Boomer, and Butch. However, Blossom is still related to Professor who will go by John. She has a mother who is Ms. Keane who will go by Sara.
My Diary (On the Oregon Trial.)
Chapter One.
The school bell rang, as all the kids outside playing rushed back into the school house. It was August 5th, the year 1890. Chit-chatter was taking about, and all the kids were still very hyper from playing. They heard the door close, and they instantly became quiet. The teacher walked in, and she took a seat on her chair. She wore on a simple long pink dress, with an apron over it. She had her gray hair, with hints of orange in it, up in a neat bun, and she had glasses. She was well in her late 50's. She had a necklace that had a small key around it.
"Good Morning, Mrs. Jojo." All the kids said in unison.
Mrs. Jojo smiled, and responded sweetly, "Good morning children. Are you all ready for another day of learning?"
Annoyed groans immediately filled the room, as Mrs. Jojo chuckled.
"Now, now children. Settle down, please." she said, as she grabbed her pointer and tapped the chalk board three times. The class settled down, but many hands were raised in the air. "Yes, Emily?" Mrs. Jojo asked.
"What are we going to learn today?" Emily asked.
"I don't really have anything planned right now, but since this is school, we have to learn something right?" Mrs. Jojo asked.
The children nodded their heads in agreement. Mrs. Jojo then smiled, as she opened a drawer from her desk, and reached in. she pulled out a small book with a small lock around it.
"What is that?" one student asked.
"This, is my diary from when I was a young girl. The same age as you." Mrs. Jojo said, as she took the small key from around her necklace, and opened the diary.
She dusted off some of the dust that was on the diary, then she fixed her glasses and looked up at the children.
"Since I don't have anything planned, how about a story?" She asked.
"Yes, please!" all the children responded.
"Alright then." Mrs. Jojo said, as she cleared her throat and began to read her diary to the children. "November 2nd, 1849.…
Today is my birthday, and the first day I write in you. I just turned 13 and I am waiting for father to come home and tell me 'happy birthday', but he hasn't arrived yet, and it is getting late….
It was dark out, and a small girl sat on the porch of her home. She had on brown boots, and a simple pink dress with lace. She had her lovely long orange hair down, with a pink ribbon tied in a bow. She had tears on her pink eyes, threatening to escape and stain her rosy cheeks.
She had been waiting on that same porch since the sun came up, and now the moon was out and the stars where shinning. She pressed a small pink book to her chest, as the tears came rushing down. The front door opened, and a woman came out and sat next to the young girl. She had short black hair, and a long white dress with an apron over it.
"Blossom, dear. Its getting cold out, and I don't want you catching a cold." the woman said.
"Why hasn't daddy come back, yet?" Blossom, the young girl, asked. Her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"He is probably out working late. You know how hard he works just to put food on the table." the woman said.
"But he promised me he would come back early and celebrate my birthday with me." Blossom said, more tears escaping her eyes. "Mommy, do you think he doesn't love me?"
"Don't say such things Blossom! Of course daddy loves you with all his heart." Her mother scolded.
"I'm sorry." Blossom apologized.
"It's alright. Now, go inside and go to sleep already." her Mother said, as she helped Blossom up. She went inside, and closed the door behind her. She climbed the stairs, and went to her room.
It was pink, with a small bed in the corner and a dresser. She had her pink teddy bear sitting on her bed. She quickly changed into her night gown, and climbed into bed. She grabbed her teddy bear, and held it tightly, as she cried her self to sleep.
Her Mother was still outside, as she waited for her husband.
"John, where are you?" She whispered to herself, as one tear ran down her face. She then heard footsteps, and quickly wiped away her tears and stood up. In the distance, a man wearing a white coat walked towards the house. She immediately recognized it as John, her husband.
"John!" She happily cried, as she ran to hug him. He hugged her back, and kissed her cheek.
"Where is Blossom?" John asked.
"She waited outside on the porch all day for you. She just went inside to go to sleep." she said.
"Sara, did she at least get my present?" John asked.
"Yes. She wrote in it today. I think you should go wish her a happy birthday." Sara said.
John nodded, and the two went inside. They climbed the stairs, and Sara went to their room, and John went into Blossom's room. The light shown into the room, showing Blossom already sound asleep. Her cheeks were stained, and he knew she had been crying. He went over to her, and kissed her cheeks.
"Happy Birthday, Blossom sweetie." he said, as he left and closed the door silently behind him.
He walked over to their room, and closed the door behind him. Sara had just finished changing into her night gown.
"Is she asleep?" Sara asked.
"Yes. Sara, I need to talk to you." John said, as he started to change into his sleep wear.
"What is it?" Sara asked, confused.
"I came home late because…. I lost my job." John said, not making eye contact with Sara.
"What do you mean? How could you lose your job, John?" Sara asked.
"I made a mistake, and it cost me. I'm sorry Sara. I'll look for another job tomorrow." John said, as he climbed into bed. Sara did the same.
"Well, we are running low on money, and if we don't pay the next bill…we might lose our house." Sara said.
"Don't worry, dear. I'll find a good paying job soon." John said, and with that they fell asleep.
Blossom woke up to the smell of bacon. She put on her pink dress, and went down stairs. She was happy today, and she had forgotten about yesterday.
"Good morning, mother." Blossom said, as she started to set the table.
"Good morning sweetie. How did you sleep?" her Mother asked. Blossom didn't want to tell her she cried herself to sleep, so she said a little white lie.
"Good. Mother, may I play with my friends today?" Blossom asked.
"Of course. After you wash the dishes, that is." her Mother said.
"Yes, Mother." Blossom said.
Blossom quickly ate, and washed the dishes. She ran up to her room, and put on her pink bow. Then, she grabbed her birthday present from her father, and went outside to go play with her friends. She ran all the way to the church, since it was a Saturday, there was no school.
"Blossom!" A girl shouted. She had on a light blue dress with white boots, her blonde curly hair were tied in two pony tails with blue ribbons. Her eyes were light blue. Blossom heard her, and ran over to her.
"You made it, Blossom! They just started." the girl said, as she pointed to a dance floor.
"Bubbles, where is Buttercup?" Blossom asked.
"She hasn't come yet. She will later though. I love watching the Townsville Couples Dance every year!" Bubbles said, as she watched the couples dance.
"Me too!" Blossom said, as she too watched.
Bubbles noticed the pink small book in her hands, and got curious.
"Blossom, what is that?" Bubbles said, pointing the book.
"Oh, this? It's my birthday present from Father. It's a diary." Blossom said.
"It's very pretty! I have always wanted a diary, but my birthday isn't till next year." Bubbles said, as she giggled. Blossom giggled along with her.
As Bubbles watched the couples dance, Blossom unlocked her diary and started writing a new entry.
November 3rd, 1849.…
Today is the day of the annual Townsville Couples Dance! I am here with my best friend, Bubbles. I love watching the couples' dance to the sweet music. I wish that one day I could dance with my lover on that dance floor.
Blossom quickly put her pen inside her diary, and locked it.
"Hey Blossom, want to go dance with me?" Bubbles asked.
"Well, I have always wanted to dance. Okay." Blossom said.
The two girls went on the dance floor, and giggled as they danced.
"Brick, why don't you go find a pretty young girl to dance with?" A woman asked, as her son sat at one if the tables bored.
"Because, there is no girl here that is my age. Why did we even come here?" Brick asked, clearly annoyed.
His mother gave a frustrated sigh, and left to go dance with his father. He got up from where he was sitting, and began to kick a rock that was on the ground. He didn't like being here. He was traveling with his family, and they had stopped her at Townsville to rest for the weekend before continuing their journey to Oregon Country.
He had no friends here, and he hadn't seen anyone around his age. He was 14, and very mischievous. He had redish-orange hair in a pony tail. He had dark red eyes. He had on a dress shirt that was tucked under his red shorts. He had on regular red shoes.
He continued kicking the rock, until he saw an even bigger rock nearby. An evil grin made its way on his face.
Blossom and Bubbles where having a great time dancing with each other.
"Hey Blossom, did you want to go and see if there is any guy around here?" Bubbles shouted over the music.
"I don't know. You know how I am with boys." Blossom said.
"Don't worry. I'll go with you." Bubbles said.
Blossom thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. The two stopped dancing, and went in search for a boy about their age.
"How about him?" Bubbles asked. Blossom shook her head. "Him?" Bubbles asked. Blossom shook her head rapidly.
Bubbles continued pointing out boys, until she had pointed out each one and Blossom rejected all of her choices. She sighed.
"Come on! Pick someone!" Bubbles whined. "Maybe he might ask you to dance, and you can write your moment inside your diary!" Bubbles said, excited.
"Hmm… how about h-" Blossom couldn't finish, since she was suddenly hit in the head with a rock.
"Blossom!" Bubbles said, as she caught Blossom before she could hit the ground. She saw who threw the rock. It was a boy, who had busted out laughing. Bubbles was angry, and that was very rare of her.
"Ow.. My head…" Blossom moaned in pain. Bubbles put Blossom on a nearby chair, and stomped over to the boy.
She poked him in the chest, while she scolded him. "You big bully! How would you like it if someone threw a rock at you!" Bubbles said, glaring at the boy.
"Calm down, lady! How would you like it if someone poked you?" Brick said, poking her.
"Stop that!" Bubbles said, getting annoyed.
Blossom rubbed her head, as she got up from the chair, and went over to Bubbles and Brick. She harshly pushed Brick, surprising him.
"Don't hit me ever again. Lets go Bubbles." Blossom said, as she grabbed Bubbles arm and pulled her away. Brick had a smirk, as he watched Blossom walk away.
"Touchy. I like it." Brick said to himself, as he walked away.
"Blossom, let me teach him a lesson! He hit you, and that wasn't right." Bubbles said.
"He isn't worth our time." Blossom said.
"Who isn't worth your time?" A voice said, startling the two.
"Buttercup?" Bubbles said.
"Yup, its me." Buttercup said, as the two hugged.
Buttercup was wearing a green dress. She had short black hair, that had flips at the end. She wore black boots. Her eyes were light green.
"Some bully hit Blossom in the head with a rock!" Bubbles said.
"What?! Who was he!? Let me give him a good butt-whopping!" Buttercup said, cracking her knuckles.
"I'm sure he didn't mean it." Blossom said, making the two girls stop and look at her as if she was crazy. "Don't worry about it. I have to go home, I'll see you two tomorrow!" Blossom said, as she ran off.
She soon got home, and ran in and shut the door behind her.
"Blossom, is that you?" Her Mother asked from the kitchen.
"Yes, It's me." Blossom said.
"Okay sweetie, just making sure. Clean up your room please, and when your done I need to talk to you." Her mother said.
Blossom was confused with the talk, but obeyed and went up to her room. She got out her diary and began to continue writing in it for today.
November 3rd 1849...
I had such a good day today! I finally danced on the dance floor, but with my best friend Bubbles. So, it doesn't really count. Everything was great until Bubbles wanted to set me up on a blind date, but then I was hit in the head with a rock by some boy. I know it was mean, but… I would have picked him for my blind date. Now, I have to clean my room and then talk with my mother. I wonder what it is about?
*Blossom*
I know I had a constant change from Mother to Sara but she will go by both. When John (Professor) is talking to her she will go by Sara. I promise the story will get better, and I wont rush things.
Review and tell me if I should continue or not.