Chapter 3
AHHH!! Busy...busy!!Sorry I haven't been around lately! I have rehearsals for my play and then I have softball and babysitting!!!
Ok here's tha 3rd chapy!!
Legs: aw! gee thanx fer all tha tips!! oh yeh..But I didn't really detect much sadness or pain there. Is she hiding that pain? It has to be released somehow, in some way. that will come out soon! Why did that man walk in and shoot her mother? Maybe you should go into her feelings a little more. I will do that too!!
Darkness was just starting to creep to the edges of the sky when I set out for Tibby's. I sighed and smiled into the growing dusk, listening passively to the clip-clop of horses' feet, the occasional shout from a crowded saloon. A sound at my back brought me to a halt. I slowly, fearfully, turned my head to look behind. No one. I tried to shrug it off. Keep walking, I told myself. Race is waiting...
Ok that is not lame!! I loved it!!!!! thanx hun!!
*sniper higgins
Francesca: numero uno...I write these chapters in my spare time and my sis posts them. I am proof reading as much as I can. also when I sed "criticize it as much" I meant I don't want every single review to be about ALL of the bad stuff in my story.
*sniper higgins
get yer groove on......
"Myron, could you possibly go tell Mr.Mcentee (the manager) that i won't be in today. I fear i may be sick again." My father asked. "Why sure father, any thing else?" "No that's all thank you sweetie.
After our little chat, I walked as fast as i could to the Sheep's Head Bay main office. I told Mr.Mcentee that my father was going to be out. Actually, he seemed rather thrilled. I do believe he is trying to get fathers job.
Well the walk back seemed rather quick, i guess i was in a daze. When I got home, i realized i had lost my purse. I walked about 20 yards away and saw it in an alleyway. I bent over to pick it up, someone kicked me in the back of the legs, and I tumbled to the ground. He kept beating me senseless; the only thing i could see was red. I panicked and didn't know what to do so i just loosed up. My thoughts were filled with images of my past. I thought my life is flashing before me...I must be dieing.
Finally, i blacked out and felt no more pain.
When I woke up, I had no idea where i was. It was a big room filled with bunk beds topped with boys, ages ranging any where from 8-18. "Where am I?" i called to no one in particular.
" You'se in da Newsies Lodgin House." A familiar voice echoed through the room. "What happened ta you? I'se found ya in da ally all curled up. Some one musta soaked ya real bad."
He looked concerned.
" Soaked? what in the world does that mean?" I asked clueless.
"It means ya got beat up real bad." he explained.
"Oh, well i better be getting back home, father will be worried." I said as I got up.
"Uhh well.....i don't know if that's gonna be possible... ya see ummm." he stuttered
"why not?" I asked suspiciously.
"Well .....uhhh..." he was getting pretty interested in the floor.
" Well ya see, when we got ta yer house....we found 'em shot dead on the floor." he said a little too quickly. I was shocked. I mean this had happened before but i didn't expect it to happen again.
( ohhhhh nooo!! i wonder!!
AHHH!! Busy...busy!!Sorry I haven't been around lately! I have rehearsals for my play and then I have softball and babysitting!!!
Ok here's tha 3rd chapy!!
Legs: aw! gee thanx fer all tha tips!! oh yeh..But I didn't really detect much sadness or pain there. Is she hiding that pain? It has to be released somehow, in some way. that will come out soon! Why did that man walk in and shoot her mother? Maybe you should go into her feelings a little more. I will do that too!!
Darkness was just starting to creep to the edges of the sky when I set out for Tibby's. I sighed and smiled into the growing dusk, listening passively to the clip-clop of horses' feet, the occasional shout from a crowded saloon. A sound at my back brought me to a halt. I slowly, fearfully, turned my head to look behind. No one. I tried to shrug it off. Keep walking, I told myself. Race is waiting...
Ok that is not lame!! I loved it!!!!! thanx hun!!
*sniper higgins
Francesca: numero uno...I write these chapters in my spare time and my sis posts them. I am proof reading as much as I can. also when I sed "criticize it as much" I meant I don't want every single review to be about ALL of the bad stuff in my story.
*sniper higgins
get yer groove on......
"Myron, could you possibly go tell Mr.Mcentee (the manager) that i won't be in today. I fear i may be sick again." My father asked. "Why sure father, any thing else?" "No that's all thank you sweetie.
After our little chat, I walked as fast as i could to the Sheep's Head Bay main office. I told Mr.Mcentee that my father was going to be out. Actually, he seemed rather thrilled. I do believe he is trying to get fathers job.
Well the walk back seemed rather quick, i guess i was in a daze. When I got home, i realized i had lost my purse. I walked about 20 yards away and saw it in an alleyway. I bent over to pick it up, someone kicked me in the back of the legs, and I tumbled to the ground. He kept beating me senseless; the only thing i could see was red. I panicked and didn't know what to do so i just loosed up. My thoughts were filled with images of my past. I thought my life is flashing before me...I must be dieing.
Finally, i blacked out and felt no more pain.
When I woke up, I had no idea where i was. It was a big room filled with bunk beds topped with boys, ages ranging any where from 8-18. "Where am I?" i called to no one in particular.
" You'se in da Newsies Lodgin House." A familiar voice echoed through the room. "What happened ta you? I'se found ya in da ally all curled up. Some one musta soaked ya real bad."
He looked concerned.
" Soaked? what in the world does that mean?" I asked clueless.
"It means ya got beat up real bad." he explained.
"Oh, well i better be getting back home, father will be worried." I said as I got up.
"Uhh well.....i don't know if that's gonna be possible... ya see ummm." he stuttered
"why not?" I asked suspiciously.
"Well .....uhhh..." he was getting pretty interested in the floor.
" Well ya see, when we got ta yer house....we found 'em shot dead on the floor." he said a little too quickly. I was shocked. I mean this had happened before but i didn't expect it to happen again.
( ohhhhh nooo!! i wonder!!