Okay, this is written kind of last minute... a VERY short part, because I
just found out that I won't be here for the next few days. My parents have
a fondness for last-minute vacations and skiing, so to Oregon's Cascades I
go!
Crimson Lugia: I'd give you the rabid piano, but it's on loan from my cousin Erin. Yes, if any people out there are reading it and not reviewing and got mad at my piano pun, well, THE ERIN MADE ME DO IT! There. Anyway, I'd gladly give it too you. It's quite a nuisance. Thanks for pointing out the Gabrielle/Melina error. Sigh. Mine olde eyes groweth tired, proofreading mine humble document.
Chapter Eleven:
Penny stepped off the magical ladder, and pulled herself up through the chalkportal. Rudy grabbed her hand and helped her through to the other side, "Thanks."
They stood in awkward silence for a moment, "Err, goodnight then."
"Goodnight." Penny walked out into the hall. Moving down the hallway and up three flights of stairs, pausing momentarily at her parent's room to get a new book for the morning. Penny finally reached the room she and Chelsea shared, she quietly opened the door, and proceeded to lock it behind her. She turned to find Chelsea sitting up in bed, an accusing look on her face.
"You said coming back here would be just like old times. You were right." Penny relaxed a little, but that was gone when Chelsea continued, "These weren't the old times I'd wanted to relive."
"What do you mean?" Penny said guardedly.
"You're disappearing again. Just like you did with Melina."
Fortunately, the room was too dark to see Penny flinch at the name. Quickly making up an excuse for her absence, she said, "I finished my book. I went to my parents room to get a new one." She indicated the book in her hand as proof.
"This took you three hours?"
Penny hadn't realized she'd been gone that long. Chelsea must have woken up right after she'd left. She hoped it hadn't been sooner, "I was lost." She caught her friends eyes imploringly.
Chelsea turned away, "Remember all those years ago, at your fifth birthday? We made a pact. We swore to tell each other everything."
"I remember it."
"But you don't follow it."
"I was lost," Penny repeated. It was half true. She had gotten lost in Chalkzone on the way back, thanks to Snaps directions.
The silence hung heavily for a moment, "Alright. It's not that hard to get lost in here, anyway," Even to her own ears, it sounded lame. It had been a while... at least a year, since Penny had last stayed in the Freeport Inn. Last time they had stayed in Portland. Penny could get lost on the sprawling floors, connected by the airwalks. It was a believable excuse, Chelsea thought. Only problem was, even she didn't believe it.
"Thanks." Penny said quietly, for the second time that night, her one word reaching an understanding taht a thousand couldn't. The friends wouldn't talk about that night for a while, but one day, Penny would tell. You could almost feel the mood in the room brighten.
Chelsea's eyes glinted mischeviously, "So... about this Rudy.... Are all the boys in Plainsville that cute?"
Again, I am so sorry that this part is impossibly short... even by my sad sandards. The really sad thing is that I type around fifty words per minute, but my chapters remain extremely short. Definately odd for the girl who used to fail the writing assessments, because her stories were too long. I guess standardized testing is starting to get to me. Alas, for the life of an eighth grader!
Crimson Lugia: I'd give you the rabid piano, but it's on loan from my cousin Erin. Yes, if any people out there are reading it and not reviewing and got mad at my piano pun, well, THE ERIN MADE ME DO IT! There. Anyway, I'd gladly give it too you. It's quite a nuisance. Thanks for pointing out the Gabrielle/Melina error. Sigh. Mine olde eyes groweth tired, proofreading mine humble document.
Chapter Eleven:
Penny stepped off the magical ladder, and pulled herself up through the chalkportal. Rudy grabbed her hand and helped her through to the other side, "Thanks."
They stood in awkward silence for a moment, "Err, goodnight then."
"Goodnight." Penny walked out into the hall. Moving down the hallway and up three flights of stairs, pausing momentarily at her parent's room to get a new book for the morning. Penny finally reached the room she and Chelsea shared, she quietly opened the door, and proceeded to lock it behind her. She turned to find Chelsea sitting up in bed, an accusing look on her face.
"You said coming back here would be just like old times. You were right." Penny relaxed a little, but that was gone when Chelsea continued, "These weren't the old times I'd wanted to relive."
"What do you mean?" Penny said guardedly.
"You're disappearing again. Just like you did with Melina."
Fortunately, the room was too dark to see Penny flinch at the name. Quickly making up an excuse for her absence, she said, "I finished my book. I went to my parents room to get a new one." She indicated the book in her hand as proof.
"This took you three hours?"
Penny hadn't realized she'd been gone that long. Chelsea must have woken up right after she'd left. She hoped it hadn't been sooner, "I was lost." She caught her friends eyes imploringly.
Chelsea turned away, "Remember all those years ago, at your fifth birthday? We made a pact. We swore to tell each other everything."
"I remember it."
"But you don't follow it."
"I was lost," Penny repeated. It was half true. She had gotten lost in Chalkzone on the way back, thanks to Snaps directions.
The silence hung heavily for a moment, "Alright. It's not that hard to get lost in here, anyway," Even to her own ears, it sounded lame. It had been a while... at least a year, since Penny had last stayed in the Freeport Inn. Last time they had stayed in Portland. Penny could get lost on the sprawling floors, connected by the airwalks. It was a believable excuse, Chelsea thought. Only problem was, even she didn't believe it.
"Thanks." Penny said quietly, for the second time that night, her one word reaching an understanding taht a thousand couldn't. The friends wouldn't talk about that night for a while, but one day, Penny would tell. You could almost feel the mood in the room brighten.
Chelsea's eyes glinted mischeviously, "So... about this Rudy.... Are all the boys in Plainsville that cute?"
Again, I am so sorry that this part is impossibly short... even by my sad sandards. The really sad thing is that I type around fifty words per minute, but my chapters remain extremely short. Definately odd for the girl who used to fail the writing assessments, because her stories were too long. I guess standardized testing is starting to get to me. Alas, for the life of an eighth grader!