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reviews, and I continued! It's a miracle! Applause for the Shae! Oh, and I
don't think it mentions the Warden's name in the book . . . so I made on
that was . . . a name. YEP! *grins*
Disclaimer: I only own Kari and any other peeps you don't know.
Rating: PG13
Feedback: Yes, like always.
Kari Walker, August 10, 2003.
Every day it seems like something's missing from my life. I don't mean that I don't have a boyfriend-and I don't. Or that I don't have any friends-and I . . . don't. I can't explain exactly how I feel, but it seems like a big chunk of me is missing. I've been feeling like this ever since Grandma died . . . and that was in June. She had been the only person I could really confide in. She always told me stories about Kissin' Kate Barlow, my great- great-grandmother. I had always secretly adored my great-great-grandmother, though I didn't really know why. She was a dirty rotten thief as Father used to put it. That was before he left home and ended up getting killed in a car wreck. Now that I think about it, I think what's missing from my life is a loving, complete family. I never had a mother because she had to die after I was born. This is the only reason I'm riding in this stuffy car towards the middle of the desert to live with my aunt, whom I've never met. Hooray for me.
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"Aren't ya getting carsick there, Miss?" The driver asked Kari.
"Why? Should I be carsick?" Kari said, not taking her eyes away from her journal.
"Well-no. But most people get carsick from reading in the car." He replied.
"I'm fine, Mr. Reynolds." She closed her journal and turned to look out the window for the first time ever since they had entered the desert. The words "Barren wasteland" echoed through Kari's mind. There was nothing but dirt, dirt, and more dirt. She couldn't comprehend why her ancestors would've ever wanted to live here in the first place. The town had been called Green Lake, and Kari wondered why anyone would call it that since there seemed to be no lake around anywhere. She decided that her ancestors must have been real weirdoes.
"We are now entering Camp Green Lake-Population: mostly juvenile delinquent boys." Mr. Reynolds said in a mock tour guide voice. He was obviously trying to humor her, but she showed no sign of being amused. He tried again. "So-a whole camp full of boys. Plan on getting a boyfriend?"
"Only if he isn't a serial killer or whatever types of boys they keep in that camp." Kari said. Mr. Reynolds laughed like it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Kari had to fight to not roll her eyes at him. She looked out the window again and saw that they were now passing small clusters of holes. As they got nearer to the camp, there seemed to be more holes. A few dirt-covered boys were busy digging. Out of the corner of her eye, Kari thought she had seen a man and a donkey. She turned, and for a split second she thought she had seen the man looking straight at her, but, as strange as it was, he vanished. Kari blinked several times and looked back at the spot where she thought she had seen him. She had definitely seen a man standing there, and he had just vanished in mid air. She kept looking back at that spot, but she didn't see anything else.
"We're here!" Mr. Reynolds said cheerfully, shattering Kari's thoughts. Kari looked around and saw an old looking cabin. Several boys were going inside. Some stared at the car. Mr. Reynolds pulled up in front of a cabin further away. Two oak trees served as a shade in front of the cabin, and Kari noticed that there was a hammock tied between the two trees. Mr. Reynolds got out of the car and went around to the trunk while Kari cautiously stepped out of the car. The door to the cabin opened, and a woman in her mid-thirties stepped out. She had red hair, and was rather tall. She smiled and started walking towards Kari. Mr. Reynolds came back around carrying Kari's two suitcases.
"Hey there!" The red haired woman said, smiling at Kari.
"Hi." Kari said quietly.
"I'm your Aunt Eva. It's wonderful that you're staying here. I was getting tired of being the only girl around."
"So, Ms. Walker, where do you want these?" Mr. Reynolds said, grinning. Aunt Eva looked at Mr. Reynolds, a sudden mean look on her face.
"I would like 'em in the house, thank you." She replied. Mr. Reynolds obeyed and started towards the cabin looking like a wounded puppy. Aunt Eva smiled again and looked towards Kari.
"Let's go inside where it's cooler." She said, leading Kari inside. Kari noticed that she had blue nail polish. Mr. Reynolds was standing by the door. "Well, are you waiting for an invitation? Leave!" Mr. Reynolds left and closed the door behind him. Kari looked at her aunt, a bit surprised that she had acted so harshly towards the man. She could tell that Aunt Eva was not a woman to cross.
"So, Kari, are you missing your friends?" Aunt Eva asked, sitting down and motioning for Kari to do the same.
"I . . . don't have any friends." Kari replied, turning a bit red.
"Oh." Her aunt said, the smile on her face twitching. "Well . . . I guess you might want to have a look around, then . . . but be careful around the boys. They're a tricky bunch."
"Um . . . what do-"
"Excuse me?"
"Wha-"
"Excuse me. Didn't I tell you to take a look around?" Kari nodded after getting over the shock of being interrupted. "Well, you go on and do that, honey. I've got business to take care of and there ain't nothin' for you to do inside."
"Yes'm." Kari said, going outside. She shut the door behind her and sighed. Great. Her ancestors had settled in the desert and called their town Green Lake, her great-great-grandmother was an outlaw, and her aunt apparently had an obsession with the phrase "Excuse me." What a normal family she had. Kari made to collapse into the hammock, and when she did, it swung sideways and she was deposited onto the ground. She got up and dusted herself off. She had seen other people lying in hammocks, but it obviously wasn't as easy as it looked. Kari settled with sitting long ways on the hammock. She wished suddenly that she had brought her favorite Selena CD with her outside. She got up, already bored with the hammock.
Oh, what a lovely life it will be here.
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You know the routine. You review, I get either happy or mad depending on what you say, and I write more! *grins spongebobily*
Disclaimer: I only own Kari and any other peeps you don't know.
Rating: PG13
Feedback: Yes, like always.
Kari Walker, August 10, 2003.
Every day it seems like something's missing from my life. I don't mean that I don't have a boyfriend-and I don't. Or that I don't have any friends-and I . . . don't. I can't explain exactly how I feel, but it seems like a big chunk of me is missing. I've been feeling like this ever since Grandma died . . . and that was in June. She had been the only person I could really confide in. She always told me stories about Kissin' Kate Barlow, my great- great-grandmother. I had always secretly adored my great-great-grandmother, though I didn't really know why. She was a dirty rotten thief as Father used to put it. That was before he left home and ended up getting killed in a car wreck. Now that I think about it, I think what's missing from my life is a loving, complete family. I never had a mother because she had to die after I was born. This is the only reason I'm riding in this stuffy car towards the middle of the desert to live with my aunt, whom I've never met. Hooray for me.
~*~
"Aren't ya getting carsick there, Miss?" The driver asked Kari.
"Why? Should I be carsick?" Kari said, not taking her eyes away from her journal.
"Well-no. But most people get carsick from reading in the car." He replied.
"I'm fine, Mr. Reynolds." She closed her journal and turned to look out the window for the first time ever since they had entered the desert. The words "Barren wasteland" echoed through Kari's mind. There was nothing but dirt, dirt, and more dirt. She couldn't comprehend why her ancestors would've ever wanted to live here in the first place. The town had been called Green Lake, and Kari wondered why anyone would call it that since there seemed to be no lake around anywhere. She decided that her ancestors must have been real weirdoes.
"We are now entering Camp Green Lake-Population: mostly juvenile delinquent boys." Mr. Reynolds said in a mock tour guide voice. He was obviously trying to humor her, but she showed no sign of being amused. He tried again. "So-a whole camp full of boys. Plan on getting a boyfriend?"
"Only if he isn't a serial killer or whatever types of boys they keep in that camp." Kari said. Mr. Reynolds laughed like it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Kari had to fight to not roll her eyes at him. She looked out the window again and saw that they were now passing small clusters of holes. As they got nearer to the camp, there seemed to be more holes. A few dirt-covered boys were busy digging. Out of the corner of her eye, Kari thought she had seen a man and a donkey. She turned, and for a split second she thought she had seen the man looking straight at her, but, as strange as it was, he vanished. Kari blinked several times and looked back at the spot where she thought she had seen him. She had definitely seen a man standing there, and he had just vanished in mid air. She kept looking back at that spot, but she didn't see anything else.
"We're here!" Mr. Reynolds said cheerfully, shattering Kari's thoughts. Kari looked around and saw an old looking cabin. Several boys were going inside. Some stared at the car. Mr. Reynolds pulled up in front of a cabin further away. Two oak trees served as a shade in front of the cabin, and Kari noticed that there was a hammock tied between the two trees. Mr. Reynolds got out of the car and went around to the trunk while Kari cautiously stepped out of the car. The door to the cabin opened, and a woman in her mid-thirties stepped out. She had red hair, and was rather tall. She smiled and started walking towards Kari. Mr. Reynolds came back around carrying Kari's two suitcases.
"Hey there!" The red haired woman said, smiling at Kari.
"Hi." Kari said quietly.
"I'm your Aunt Eva. It's wonderful that you're staying here. I was getting tired of being the only girl around."
"So, Ms. Walker, where do you want these?" Mr. Reynolds said, grinning. Aunt Eva looked at Mr. Reynolds, a sudden mean look on her face.
"I would like 'em in the house, thank you." She replied. Mr. Reynolds obeyed and started towards the cabin looking like a wounded puppy. Aunt Eva smiled again and looked towards Kari.
"Let's go inside where it's cooler." She said, leading Kari inside. Kari noticed that she had blue nail polish. Mr. Reynolds was standing by the door. "Well, are you waiting for an invitation? Leave!" Mr. Reynolds left and closed the door behind him. Kari looked at her aunt, a bit surprised that she had acted so harshly towards the man. She could tell that Aunt Eva was not a woman to cross.
"So, Kari, are you missing your friends?" Aunt Eva asked, sitting down and motioning for Kari to do the same.
"I . . . don't have any friends." Kari replied, turning a bit red.
"Oh." Her aunt said, the smile on her face twitching. "Well . . . I guess you might want to have a look around, then . . . but be careful around the boys. They're a tricky bunch."
"Um . . . what do-"
"Excuse me?"
"Wha-"
"Excuse me. Didn't I tell you to take a look around?" Kari nodded after getting over the shock of being interrupted. "Well, you go on and do that, honey. I've got business to take care of and there ain't nothin' for you to do inside."
"Yes'm." Kari said, going outside. She shut the door behind her and sighed. Great. Her ancestors had settled in the desert and called their town Green Lake, her great-great-grandmother was an outlaw, and her aunt apparently had an obsession with the phrase "Excuse me." What a normal family she had. Kari made to collapse into the hammock, and when she did, it swung sideways and she was deposited onto the ground. She got up and dusted herself off. She had seen other people lying in hammocks, but it obviously wasn't as easy as it looked. Kari settled with sitting long ways on the hammock. She wished suddenly that she had brought her favorite Selena CD with her outside. She got up, already bored with the hammock.
Oh, what a lovely life it will be here.
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You know the routine. You review, I get either happy or mad depending on what you say, and I write more! *grins spongebobily*
