No Choice but Sadness
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters. I do own Nolee Johnson, Raven-Olivia Johnson, Theo, Cristyn Webb, and Gwendolyn. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: Prologue
Hermione Granger sat sandwiched between her two best gal pals, Nolee Johnson and Gwendolyn Webb. She was blissfully happy, sitting upon the mossy rock near the sluggish-moving pond in the rolling green hills of Wales. 'Wales is the best place to vacation,' Hermione thought. She was so peaceful even her thoughts were slowed. Nolee and Gwendolyn agreed, but inside, Gwendolyn was screaming bloody murder. "To this day, I do not know where kingdom come is, all I know is that I am seeing it." Nolee declared. Seeing no response from Gwen, Hermione nudged her particularly hard. "Gwendolyn? You okay?" "Oh. Yeah. I'm fine." Gwendolyn responded with a strained and forced smile. Nolee thought she knew why Gwen was so unhappy, but she was instantly reminded of how sick her twin Raven-Olivia was when she left. 'Shame, Nolee, shame!' Nolee chided herself silently. Her sister was sick and not getting any better, and here Nolee was, the other half, having fun!!! But why must nature be so cruel, especially on that night.
Chapter Two: Storms and Sapphires
Nolee's mind thought back to the storm. That harsh, unfriendly night. A storm unlike no other had ripped apart the family farm. The storm closely resembled a dust storm from the Dust Bowl days. The sky turned dark very fast. Nolee and Raven were in the creek panning for sapphires; sometimes you'd find one or two. But the sky turned dark, as if bringing rain. Waterspouts were common in that area of Hawaii. But the clouds did not bring rain. They brought dust and dirt and wind. Every day they wind blew harder and harder, as it nature were playing a cruel joke. Theo, the cowhand, had been in the barn laying down hay when the wind whipped the barn way into the swirling dust. The wind kept coming and coming, with more and more grit. But Raven got sick. Very sick. Raven got a sickness from the grit and mud. Dust had gotten inside her lungs and could not be sneezed out. It stuck to the interiors of her lungs, making her cough and wheeze more day by day. The dust built up so much that it would wear away her lungs every time she breathed. Sometimes she would have epileptic fits and spasm out of pain and misery. And there was nothing the doctors could do to help.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters. I do own Nolee Johnson, Raven-Olivia Johnson, Theo, Cristyn Webb, and Gwendolyn. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: Prologue
Hermione Granger sat sandwiched between her two best gal pals, Nolee Johnson and Gwendolyn Webb. She was blissfully happy, sitting upon the mossy rock near the sluggish-moving pond in the rolling green hills of Wales. 'Wales is the best place to vacation,' Hermione thought. She was so peaceful even her thoughts were slowed. Nolee and Gwendolyn agreed, but inside, Gwendolyn was screaming bloody murder. "To this day, I do not know where kingdom come is, all I know is that I am seeing it." Nolee declared. Seeing no response from Gwen, Hermione nudged her particularly hard. "Gwendolyn? You okay?" "Oh. Yeah. I'm fine." Gwendolyn responded with a strained and forced smile. Nolee thought she knew why Gwen was so unhappy, but she was instantly reminded of how sick her twin Raven-Olivia was when she left. 'Shame, Nolee, shame!' Nolee chided herself silently. Her sister was sick and not getting any better, and here Nolee was, the other half, having fun!!! But why must nature be so cruel, especially on that night.
Chapter Two: Storms and Sapphires
Nolee's mind thought back to the storm. That harsh, unfriendly night. A storm unlike no other had ripped apart the family farm. The storm closely resembled a dust storm from the Dust Bowl days. The sky turned dark very fast. Nolee and Raven were in the creek panning for sapphires; sometimes you'd find one or two. But the sky turned dark, as if bringing rain. Waterspouts were common in that area of Hawaii. But the clouds did not bring rain. They brought dust and dirt and wind. Every day they wind blew harder and harder, as it nature were playing a cruel joke. Theo, the cowhand, had been in the barn laying down hay when the wind whipped the barn way into the swirling dust. The wind kept coming and coming, with more and more grit. But Raven got sick. Very sick. Raven got a sickness from the grit and mud. Dust had gotten inside her lungs and could not be sneezed out. It stuck to the interiors of her lungs, making her cough and wheeze more day by day. The dust built up so much that it would wear away her lungs every time she breathed. Sometimes she would have epileptic fits and spasm out of pain and misery. And there was nothing the doctors could do to help.