Chapter One: Wildlife
July 1st
Dear diary, my name is Jeanette. I wear purple glasses and am tall with dark fur. My hair gets messy most of the time, but I don't really care. A white stripe makes its way up my nose and to the center of my forehead. Before I said "fur" you probably thought I was human. Mostly because usually only humans can read and write. Well, I'm sort of an exception. I am a chipmunk, the talking kind, and this is my very first entry.
The two weeks mom was here she spoke the language that she had heard the humans speak in the town. After she had left we fell out of the tree looking for her, and witnessed the thing we loved best. There was speaking for sure, but it was said in a way you wouldn't talk normally. It was called singing.
So anyway, today my sisters, Brittany and Eleanor, and I sang for the town just outside the forest we live in. The townspeople seemed astonished by our talents. There's only a population of three-hundred so it wasn't a huge concert or anything. I was a little nervous at first because everyone just stared as if they were hallucinating. Of course, I don't think they would have seen singing animals before us.
As soon as our performance was over, the crowd cheered and applauded. My sisters and I did a group hug. We smiled and waved at the crowd, and my chubby, short, blonde sister Eleanor giggled. My red headed sister Brittany yelled "Thank you" to the crowd. I just smiled nervously and waved.
We were very happy with the result of our first show. We walked home that night with big grins plastered on our faces.
"That was fun!" Eleanor giggled.
"Yeah, they loved us!" Brittany said.
"Uh huh…" I replied nervously.
"Too bad we can't sing for people all over the world!" Eleanor said.
"Well, why not?" Brittany asked.
"Usually, normal chipmunks don't talk. How would the whole world react to three talking and singing chipmunks?" I said logically.
"Oh," Brittany said.
Suddenly Eleanor looked up and yelped. Brittany and I turned our heads quickly to see if she was hurt. She was okay, but staring into someone's window. We followed her gaze and our eyes went wide. I stared at the TV screen in disbelief. There were three chipmunks; one in red with a yellow A, one in blue with black rounded glasses, and a chubby one in green. The one in blue really caught my eye though. He had dark fur just like me! And while he was dancing, he had to push his glasses back into place every little bit.
"Wow…" we all whispered.
We looked at each other then back at the T.V. The performance stopped now, and there was an advertisement.
"This program has been brought to you by Ian Hawk at Jett Records in Hollywood, California." A man's voice said along with a whole bunch of other words too fast to understand.
"Well, that answers that question." Eleanor said.
"To Hollywood!" Brittany exclaimed pointing to the sky.
"One problem," I said, "how are we going to get there?"
"Good question," Brittany calmed down.
"I know! The mail!" Eleanor yelled. She pointed to an outgoing FedEx truck.
"Pack your bags, girls, we're going to Hollywood!" Brittany exclaimed for the second time.
And that settled it. We're packing our bags tonight, so I must stop writing. Goodnight, dear diary. I will write to you tomorrow. Or whenever we get to Hollywood.
-Jeanette
Okay, this one just popped out of my mind sometime. So, tell me what you think. Criticism is great too. Look for my other stories on this site too. See ya! ;D