Chapter one
As she stared out of her bedroom window on that hot August night, that was just what Yolanda Thelman was thinking. Was there someone better for the job? Could she herself find a way to rid the city of its rabid goat with mystical monkey powers? As she was about to search her mind to see if she knew of any way, she heard a knock on her door.
"Honey, can I come in?" Her mom's soft voice came through the hard wood of her door.
"I guess." Yolanda wasn't in the mood to have another of the heart-to- heart talks that her mother seemed to love so much. As her mom opened the door, came in, and sat on the bed, Yolanda crawled up on her bed and pulled down the pink comforter on top of her bed so that she could be more comfortable.
'I'm really much too old to be having a pink room.' She thought to herself for the hundredth time that day. At fourteen years of age, her mother still thought that she would be her little girl for all of eternity.
"I heard about your break-up." Her mother jolted her out of her thoughts.
"I-it's nothing. It doesn't matter. He was a jerk." Yolanda lied. She found herself lying often nowadays.
"I don't think so. I think you loved him."
"No I didn't! I didn't love him, and I never will! I'll never date again!" She turned on her side to face the wall and block out her mother's useless words. Her friends had tried the same thing at school today. She couldn't stand it. She hated pity.
"Okay, I'll just be leaving now." Her mother said as she got up and started to leave. When she got to the doorway, she stopped, and said in her softest voice. "I still think you'll change your mind."
((I know, it's REALLY stupid right now. But it's just the beg. I had to lay out the background. Sorry.....))
As she stared out of her bedroom window on that hot August night, that was just what Yolanda Thelman was thinking. Was there someone better for the job? Could she herself find a way to rid the city of its rabid goat with mystical monkey powers? As she was about to search her mind to see if she knew of any way, she heard a knock on her door.
"Honey, can I come in?" Her mom's soft voice came through the hard wood of her door.
"I guess." Yolanda wasn't in the mood to have another of the heart-to- heart talks that her mother seemed to love so much. As her mom opened the door, came in, and sat on the bed, Yolanda crawled up on her bed and pulled down the pink comforter on top of her bed so that she could be more comfortable.
'I'm really much too old to be having a pink room.' She thought to herself for the hundredth time that day. At fourteen years of age, her mother still thought that she would be her little girl for all of eternity.
"I heard about your break-up." Her mother jolted her out of her thoughts.
"I-it's nothing. It doesn't matter. He was a jerk." Yolanda lied. She found herself lying often nowadays.
"I don't think so. I think you loved him."
"No I didn't! I didn't love him, and I never will! I'll never date again!" She turned on her side to face the wall and block out her mother's useless words. Her friends had tried the same thing at school today. She couldn't stand it. She hated pity.
"Okay, I'll just be leaving now." Her mother said as she got up and started to leave. When she got to the doorway, she stopped, and said in her softest voice. "I still think you'll change your mind."
((I know, it's REALLY stupid right now. But it's just the beg. I had to lay out the background. Sorry.....))