Post by *Spanglestar on Sept 6, 2008 8:59:03 GMT -5
Destiny Calls
By: Amelia Cassidy
Chapter 1
I shoved my short brown hair back over my shoulder. “Stay!” I grumbled, thinking of that thing called a ponytail. I continued typing, my hands flying over the keyboard.
Suddenly the phone rang. “I’ll get it!” I called to no one in particular. I picked up the receiver. “Hello?”
A person on the other end spoke. “Hello, this is Dance Creations. May I speak to Susan please?”
“Um, sure!” I said, recognizing the lady’s voice as Miss Chris, my old tap teacher.
“Mom!” I yelled, racing downstairs. “The phone’s for you.” I said, handing it to her. I raced back upstairs, wondering why in the world Miss Chris would call, especially at 9:00 in the morning. Dance wasn’t open then, right?”
I strained to hear what my mom said, but I couldn’t hear anything. I picked up Eclipse and sat on my bed, drawn into the world of warriors.
An hour later, I remembered the phone. I looked at the clock. 10:07 AM. I rushed downstairs.
“Mom!” I shouted. When I found her, I panted, “Why was Miss Chris on the phone?”
Smiling, she replied, “Dance had a drawing, and we won.”
“Great.” I said. “What did we win?” I could just imagine. A Webkinz? New shoes? They had stuff like this a lot.
“No…” Mom said secretively.
“Tell me!” I pleaded.
“Fine. One of the people at dance’s parents are sick. They need someone to take him in for a while.”
“Him?” I asked suspiciously. Out of the three boys at Dance Creations, I could just guess which one it was. “Let me guess…Chandler Davids?”
“That’s right!” Mom squealed. “How did you know?”
“Just a lucky guess.” I grumbled. No. This was not good. Not at all.
I rolled my eyes. “When?” I asked.
“Today.”
“Today?!” I exclaimed. “Where is he going to sleep?”
“In your room.”
“What?! You can’t let that dirty rat in my room!” I yelled.
“Now, Amelia. Don’t be so rude. Chandler’s a nice boy, and not to mention cute.”
“Cute! How can you call him cute?” I sighed. “When are we picking him up?”
“Soon. Go fix your room.”
“What about Tiffany? Why can’t she take care of him?”
Mom looked at me sadly. “Because his parents and Tiffany aren’t sick. They died.”
“WHAT! He’s going to have to stay here FOREVER?” I yelled in despair.
“No, in one year his aunt from Australia is going to take him back. His Aunt Somebody…I think they call her Aunt Aussie.”
“One year!” I screeched.
“Amelia, you’ll have to live with it. Now go clean your room up.”
“He’s not going to fit in my bedroom.” I mumbled.
“Yes he is!” Mom called.
“Don’t tell me he has to sleep in my bed too!” I yelled back.
“No, he’s going to sleep on an air mattress.” Mom told me.
“Serves him right.” I grumbled.
As I raced upstairs, I cleaned off my desk, making it look as neat as possible. I shoved backpacks in the closet, and wondered what to do with my 57 Webkinz. Well, if he wasn’t sleeping in my bed, it didn’t matter. I tried to leave extra space on the bookshelves, but only room for three or four books was possible, with my library-type room consisting of over 500 books and 6 bookshelves.
Finally, after an hour, the room looked as neat as I could possibly make it. I groaned. We would be leaving soon. I slowly walked downstairs.
“So Chandler’s home alone?” I asked Mom. “He’s only ten and a half.”
“Yes, he is. But he’s fine. He has Yappy with him.” Mom replied.
“Yappy?” I asked.
“Chandler’s pet Chihuahua.” Mom replied.
“So we’re going to have two adults, one 11 year old girl, one seriously annoying 10 and a half year old boy, two cairn terriers, and one annoying Chihuahua in this house?” I asked.
“Pretty much.” Mom replied, smiling.
I rolled my eyes. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was 11:30. “When are we picking him up?”
“Right now.” Mom said.
Sighing, I realized that my life was about to change forever.
By: Amelia Cassidy
Chapter 1
I shoved my short brown hair back over my shoulder. “Stay!” I grumbled, thinking of that thing called a ponytail. I continued typing, my hands flying over the keyboard.
Suddenly the phone rang. “I’ll get it!” I called to no one in particular. I picked up the receiver. “Hello?”
A person on the other end spoke. “Hello, this is Dance Creations. May I speak to Susan please?”
“Um, sure!” I said, recognizing the lady’s voice as Miss Chris, my old tap teacher.
“Mom!” I yelled, racing downstairs. “The phone’s for you.” I said, handing it to her. I raced back upstairs, wondering why in the world Miss Chris would call, especially at 9:00 in the morning. Dance wasn’t open then, right?”
I strained to hear what my mom said, but I couldn’t hear anything. I picked up Eclipse and sat on my bed, drawn into the world of warriors.
An hour later, I remembered the phone. I looked at the clock. 10:07 AM. I rushed downstairs.
“Mom!” I shouted. When I found her, I panted, “Why was Miss Chris on the phone?”
Smiling, she replied, “Dance had a drawing, and we won.”
“Great.” I said. “What did we win?” I could just imagine. A Webkinz? New shoes? They had stuff like this a lot.
“No…” Mom said secretively.
“Tell me!” I pleaded.
“Fine. One of the people at dance’s parents are sick. They need someone to take him in for a while.”
“Him?” I asked suspiciously. Out of the three boys at Dance Creations, I could just guess which one it was. “Let me guess…Chandler Davids?”
“That’s right!” Mom squealed. “How did you know?”
“Just a lucky guess.” I grumbled. No. This was not good. Not at all.
I rolled my eyes. “When?” I asked.
“Today.”
“Today?!” I exclaimed. “Where is he going to sleep?”
“In your room.”
“What?! You can’t let that dirty rat in my room!” I yelled.
“Now, Amelia. Don’t be so rude. Chandler’s a nice boy, and not to mention cute.”
“Cute! How can you call him cute?” I sighed. “When are we picking him up?”
“Soon. Go fix your room.”
“What about Tiffany? Why can’t she take care of him?”
Mom looked at me sadly. “Because his parents and Tiffany aren’t sick. They died.”
“WHAT! He’s going to have to stay here FOREVER?” I yelled in despair.
“No, in one year his aunt from Australia is going to take him back. His Aunt Somebody…I think they call her Aunt Aussie.”
“One year!” I screeched.
“Amelia, you’ll have to live with it. Now go clean your room up.”
“He’s not going to fit in my bedroom.” I mumbled.
“Yes he is!” Mom called.
“Don’t tell me he has to sleep in my bed too!” I yelled back.
“No, he’s going to sleep on an air mattress.” Mom told me.
“Serves him right.” I grumbled.
As I raced upstairs, I cleaned off my desk, making it look as neat as possible. I shoved backpacks in the closet, and wondered what to do with my 57 Webkinz. Well, if he wasn’t sleeping in my bed, it didn’t matter. I tried to leave extra space on the bookshelves, but only room for three or four books was possible, with my library-type room consisting of over 500 books and 6 bookshelves.
Finally, after an hour, the room looked as neat as I could possibly make it. I groaned. We would be leaving soon. I slowly walked downstairs.
“So Chandler’s home alone?” I asked Mom. “He’s only ten and a half.”
“Yes, he is. But he’s fine. He has Yappy with him.” Mom replied.
“Yappy?” I asked.
“Chandler’s pet Chihuahua.” Mom replied.
“So we’re going to have two adults, one 11 year old girl, one seriously annoying 10 and a half year old boy, two cairn terriers, and one annoying Chihuahua in this house?” I asked.
“Pretty much.” Mom replied, smiling.
I rolled my eyes. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was 11:30. “When are we picking him up?”
“Right now.” Mom said.
Sighing, I realized that my life was about to change forever.
