Wheeehee. Tell me if you like it, otherwise you will never know what
happens!
And yes
I am just a silly Elijah wood teenie, but so are you………
Disclaimer (why am I putting a disclaimer?): I do not own Elijah wood or Orlando bloom or any other doods I put in here…teehee. I don't own Corn flakes either!
Harriet was a girl. She was fifteen years old and lived in New Zealand. Wellington, to be precise. She lived with her older sister, Lilya. Their parents had died when Harriet was three and Lilya was 10. Lilya was 22 now and owned a candy shop three blocks from Harriet's school, and seven from their home. They lived in a tiny house, above a liquor store with a door painted green. They live on 'The Street of True Love'. The day is December 21 2001
Harriet woke on Sunday morning with the sun on her face. She was in her backyard and had fallen asleep there, reading by the heat lamp. She heard humming from the kitchen, so she knew Lilya was still there. She picked up her book and sat down on a stone. She was just about to open it when she heard a shout.
"Harri!" It called. "Harri" It was the voice of her sister.
"Yes, Lilya, I'm up and right here." She called back.
"Good, breakfast will be ready soon." Harriet closed her book and sauntered up her stairs.
"Ah there you are, try to fall asleep inside next time." Her sister warned her.
"Yes Lilya, I realize that." Harriet whispered.
"Good, now sit down and eat up. Any plans for today?" He sister asked.
"Well I was going to go over to Gregor's house…."Harriet stopped. She had picked up a huge spoonful of the slop Lilya had so kindly made for her. She tried to pour it back, but it seemed to have stuck to the spoon.
"Sorry Harriet. I had a late night, I'm sorry, why don't you head over to Gregor's right now, I'm sure his mum's got something for you." Lilya sighed. Harriet nodded and took her dish to the waste-basket and tried to pour it in. However she could not the slop had stuck itself to the bowl. Harriet grinned, dropped the bowl in the sink and ran out the door. As she was running down the street Lilya called after her.
"Be home before dark!!!" Harriet ran down her street, tuned left, then turned right onto 'The Street of Honesty', where Gregor her best friend lived. She knocked on his door with her usual 'shave and a haircut'. 'Two bits' answered and two weary eyes opened the door. There stood Gregor wearing nothing but dinosaur boxers.
"Ha! You look laughable, I'm bored and Lilya made glue again." Gregor nodded and she waked inside. They sat down at his kitchen table where he had a huge bowl of Corn Flakes waiting.
"Just wake up?' He nodded again.
"But its already 10 o'clock!" She exclaimed. He scowled at her. He sat down and began to eat his Corn Flakes. She poured herself a bowl and they ate in silence. He finished, before her, and put his dish in the sink and walked upstairs.
"Harriet!" A little voice called. "Harriet!" At this moment a little girl wearing a faerie costume ran in the kitchen.
"Harriet! Guess what? I'm a faerie!" The little girl called, gave a wave of her wand and walked outside.
"That's wonderful Marie!" Harriet called after her. Gregor came downstairs fully dressed and sat at the table.
"Ready now?" She asked him. He nodded. "Come one then !" They ran outside and began to walk down his street.
"I've decided something Harriet." Gregor spoke.
"Ah, that's nice. What this time?" She said, exasperated.
"No, no this time its really good." He claimed.
"Really good? Just like the decision to stalk Charles Dickens, only to realize he was dead?" Harriet said. Gregor said nothing.
"or, or the one to discover and underground city just off the coast of New Zealand., but we couldn't even hitchhike out way out of here??" She yelled.
"No. This is different." Gregor mumbled.
"Alright, what is it?" Harriet fumed. He grinned and scuffed his sneakers on the sidewalk.
"Well, I want to, well you too of course Harri, well yea, we should go like travel?"
"What?" She was skeptical already. "say it without being all…Gregor."
"Oh, sure that's so simple, I AM Gregor. God. Anyway, I meant we should travel europe or america, we've never been outside Wellington for christ's sake! I mean wouldn't it be cool to go see the eiffel tower, big ben, The golden gate bridge, you know!" Gregor said, rather loudly.
"I never you were one to travel." She shook her head.
"Yea, well I am, lets go out to woody glen!" He called to her as he ran down the street. They came over a large hill and could see most of Wellington. Down in the direction they were headed there was a huge forest, woody glen they called it. However, what they could not see was the long line of trailers, trucks and town cars heading into it from the other direction.
And yes
I am just a silly Elijah wood teenie, but so are you………
Disclaimer (why am I putting a disclaimer?): I do not own Elijah wood or Orlando bloom or any other doods I put in here…teehee. I don't own Corn flakes either!
Harriet was a girl. She was fifteen years old and lived in New Zealand. Wellington, to be precise. She lived with her older sister, Lilya. Their parents had died when Harriet was three and Lilya was 10. Lilya was 22 now and owned a candy shop three blocks from Harriet's school, and seven from their home. They lived in a tiny house, above a liquor store with a door painted green. They live on 'The Street of True Love'. The day is December 21 2001
Harriet woke on Sunday morning with the sun on her face. She was in her backyard and had fallen asleep there, reading by the heat lamp. She heard humming from the kitchen, so she knew Lilya was still there. She picked up her book and sat down on a stone. She was just about to open it when she heard a shout.
"Harri!" It called. "Harri" It was the voice of her sister.
"Yes, Lilya, I'm up and right here." She called back.
"Good, breakfast will be ready soon." Harriet closed her book and sauntered up her stairs.
"Ah there you are, try to fall asleep inside next time." Her sister warned her.
"Yes Lilya, I realize that." Harriet whispered.
"Good, now sit down and eat up. Any plans for today?" He sister asked.
"Well I was going to go over to Gregor's house…."Harriet stopped. She had picked up a huge spoonful of the slop Lilya had so kindly made for her. She tried to pour it back, but it seemed to have stuck to the spoon.
"Sorry Harriet. I had a late night, I'm sorry, why don't you head over to Gregor's right now, I'm sure his mum's got something for you." Lilya sighed. Harriet nodded and took her dish to the waste-basket and tried to pour it in. However she could not the slop had stuck itself to the bowl. Harriet grinned, dropped the bowl in the sink and ran out the door. As she was running down the street Lilya called after her.
"Be home before dark!!!" Harriet ran down her street, tuned left, then turned right onto 'The Street of Honesty', where Gregor her best friend lived. She knocked on his door with her usual 'shave and a haircut'. 'Two bits' answered and two weary eyes opened the door. There stood Gregor wearing nothing but dinosaur boxers.
"Ha! You look laughable, I'm bored and Lilya made glue again." Gregor nodded and she waked inside. They sat down at his kitchen table where he had a huge bowl of Corn Flakes waiting.
"Just wake up?' He nodded again.
"But its already 10 o'clock!" She exclaimed. He scowled at her. He sat down and began to eat his Corn Flakes. She poured herself a bowl and they ate in silence. He finished, before her, and put his dish in the sink and walked upstairs.
"Harriet!" A little voice called. "Harriet!" At this moment a little girl wearing a faerie costume ran in the kitchen.
"Harriet! Guess what? I'm a faerie!" The little girl called, gave a wave of her wand and walked outside.
"That's wonderful Marie!" Harriet called after her. Gregor came downstairs fully dressed and sat at the table.
"Ready now?" She asked him. He nodded. "Come one then !" They ran outside and began to walk down his street.
"I've decided something Harriet." Gregor spoke.
"Ah, that's nice. What this time?" She said, exasperated.
"No, no this time its really good." He claimed.
"Really good? Just like the decision to stalk Charles Dickens, only to realize he was dead?" Harriet said. Gregor said nothing.
"or, or the one to discover and underground city just off the coast of New Zealand., but we couldn't even hitchhike out way out of here??" She yelled.
"No. This is different." Gregor mumbled.
"Alright, what is it?" Harriet fumed. He grinned and scuffed his sneakers on the sidewalk.
"Well, I want to, well you too of course Harri, well yea, we should go like travel?"
"What?" She was skeptical already. "say it without being all…Gregor."
"Oh, sure that's so simple, I AM Gregor. God. Anyway, I meant we should travel europe or america, we've never been outside Wellington for christ's sake! I mean wouldn't it be cool to go see the eiffel tower, big ben, The golden gate bridge, you know!" Gregor said, rather loudly.
"I never you were one to travel." She shook her head.
"Yea, well I am, lets go out to woody glen!" He called to her as he ran down the street. They came over a large hill and could see most of Wellington. Down in the direction they were headed there was a huge forest, woody glen they called it. However, what they could not see was the long line of trailers, trucks and town cars heading into it from the other direction.