Chapter up! I hope that you enjoy this one, and sorry if that last one was
a bit short. I just thought I'd found a good place to cut it off. Well, I
know that y'all didn't come here to listen to be blab, or to listen to my
'words of wisdom', so I'll just let you read the fic.
Rudy turned towards her slowly, "What did you say?"
But Penny didn't notice. Her eyes were closed, as if accessing memories long dormant, then she began, slowly, as if to herself "When I lived here, in Maine, that is, there was another girl. What else happened doesn't matter now. That's all in the past. Basically, I was telling stories about the places I'd been- you know how I travel- and one girl there, she liked to be in the spotlight. She and I were... friends, I suppose. She decided that I should see something really amazing. She brought me here. She would usually go off somewhere in Chalkzone, and leave me behind, and I- I would just stay here, and wait for her to return. She would give me a piece of chalk, but I do not thing that she realized I could not use it as she. I simply sat here, and waited. Somedays, yes, somedays I would wonder, but never straying too far, not sure if I could find my way back. I made friends, yes, with the chalkpeople around here. Finally I had the courage to go far. I went into a village with some of my chalk friends, and we just hung out. I ddin't really think of her as my friend, but she had so few, and I know that she thought of me as one. I guess that I should have been kinder to her when my friends were around, but I suppose I was downight rotten. Except, of course, when we were together in Chalkzone. Like I said, she always ignored me there. There, I was the weakling, she the popular one. But even then, she took me into chalkzone with her. I think that she just wanted someone to share her secret with. Then, one day, in the real world, the girl fell while climbing a tree to catch up with me- you see, she was physically very weak, but with the chalk in her hand she was strong- and she fell. I can still see her there, face contorted with pain, screaming. Her parents took her to the hospital in Portland., and I never saw her again. She never wrote, never called, and..." Penny's voice broke, "We weren't very close, but I always blamed myself for that fall. I think that she might... she might have died. I tried so hard to forget all about Chalkzone, that I suppose I did. But, but I remember now. Her name was Melina."
Rudy was at a loss at what to do. He had never heard Penny tell so much of her past, at once, or in fragments. He awkwardly patted her back.
"I'm all right. Really. Let's go find some chalkpeople. That is past. I know it wasn't my fault. Her parents didn't blame me. They liked me, because I let her tag along. It was just one mistake. Let's go. If I remember correctly- and this place has changed a lot, the nearest village is that way."
"Uhh, okay."
Penny resolutely walked across the open plane, and Rudy got the feeling that she wasn't just confronting what may now be unknown, but confronting her own guilt.
"I remember this part! Right here, this was where I met the first Chalkpeople! A blues singer, and a jazz singer. She- the jazz singer, I mean, said she was drawn by a little girl named Ella who wanted to sing in the early nineteen twenties. I asked her what Ella's last name was, and she said Fitzgerald. The blues singer didn't know who drew him."
"Huh."
"And then this way- this way was to the Bell Hop. All the bells from all of ChalkMaine gathered there. They also had a Sock Hop, but I only went there once, because it smelled quite bad."
Rudy laughed, "I can imagine."
"It should be about over here-" But there was no-one there, just a deserted building.
Well, I hoped that you liked this chapter. Yeah, I know that my recent ones have been a little bit short, but the plot is moving on a lot faster then I thought it would. Sorry about the simple fact that this story had only what, eleven paragraphs? The next one, I promise, will be much longer.
ElvenQueenWren
Always wash your toaster, and be sure to treat chairs with respect!
Rudy turned towards her slowly, "What did you say?"
But Penny didn't notice. Her eyes were closed, as if accessing memories long dormant, then she began, slowly, as if to herself "When I lived here, in Maine, that is, there was another girl. What else happened doesn't matter now. That's all in the past. Basically, I was telling stories about the places I'd been- you know how I travel- and one girl there, she liked to be in the spotlight. She and I were... friends, I suppose. She decided that I should see something really amazing. She brought me here. She would usually go off somewhere in Chalkzone, and leave me behind, and I- I would just stay here, and wait for her to return. She would give me a piece of chalk, but I do not thing that she realized I could not use it as she. I simply sat here, and waited. Somedays, yes, somedays I would wonder, but never straying too far, not sure if I could find my way back. I made friends, yes, with the chalkpeople around here. Finally I had the courage to go far. I went into a village with some of my chalk friends, and we just hung out. I ddin't really think of her as my friend, but she had so few, and I know that she thought of me as one. I guess that I should have been kinder to her when my friends were around, but I suppose I was downight rotten. Except, of course, when we were together in Chalkzone. Like I said, she always ignored me there. There, I was the weakling, she the popular one. But even then, she took me into chalkzone with her. I think that she just wanted someone to share her secret with. Then, one day, in the real world, the girl fell while climbing a tree to catch up with me- you see, she was physically very weak, but with the chalk in her hand she was strong- and she fell. I can still see her there, face contorted with pain, screaming. Her parents took her to the hospital in Portland., and I never saw her again. She never wrote, never called, and..." Penny's voice broke, "We weren't very close, but I always blamed myself for that fall. I think that she might... she might have died. I tried so hard to forget all about Chalkzone, that I suppose I did. But, but I remember now. Her name was Melina."
Rudy was at a loss at what to do. He had never heard Penny tell so much of her past, at once, or in fragments. He awkwardly patted her back.
"I'm all right. Really. Let's go find some chalkpeople. That is past. I know it wasn't my fault. Her parents didn't blame me. They liked me, because I let her tag along. It was just one mistake. Let's go. If I remember correctly- and this place has changed a lot, the nearest village is that way."
"Uhh, okay."
Penny resolutely walked across the open plane, and Rudy got the feeling that she wasn't just confronting what may now be unknown, but confronting her own guilt.
"I remember this part! Right here, this was where I met the first Chalkpeople! A blues singer, and a jazz singer. She- the jazz singer, I mean, said she was drawn by a little girl named Ella who wanted to sing in the early nineteen twenties. I asked her what Ella's last name was, and she said Fitzgerald. The blues singer didn't know who drew him."
"Huh."
"And then this way- this way was to the Bell Hop. All the bells from all of ChalkMaine gathered there. They also had a Sock Hop, but I only went there once, because it smelled quite bad."
Rudy laughed, "I can imagine."
"It should be about over here-" But there was no-one there, just a deserted building.
Well, I hoped that you liked this chapter. Yeah, I know that my recent ones have been a little bit short, but the plot is moving on a lot faster then I thought it would. Sorry about the simple fact that this story had only what, eleven paragraphs? The next one, I promise, will be much longer.
ElvenQueenWren
Always wash your toaster, and be sure to treat chairs with respect!