Chapter Six
We were brought to a stadium. A really big one used for games, such as flack ball, a sport like foot ball except that the ball was a person. I looked around and saw no one in the bleachers except the old millitary general. "Hey you, yeah you, big guy!" I screamed "Lizzie, don't!" Jok cried. I didn't stop, I was to angry to stop. "I hate you!" I screamed. "Lizzie, what a suprise." The general said menacingly. "I thought that you escaped, but no, you came back. With a friend I see. How selfish, selfish indeed." "You're selfish you old pig!" "Lizzie, I can see that you dislike me, but that won't last long, because I don't like YOU!" The converstation was going on like a ping-pong ball. One insult after another. I saw what was in the middle of the stadium. A royal purple pedastal with gold trim around it, that pedastal was covered in glass, at least the top of it was. Inside the glass was something. I couldn't see what it was yet. As the guard walked us closer, I saw that the contents was a very deadly looking knife. "No, don't kill them yet." Said the millitary general. "Let them think about what they have done, and maybe I will forgive them. The short one could be a very useful servant." Amy blushed. She the shortest of all of us, I am four feet and nine inches. Jok is four feet, and Amy is three foot and nine inches. She was always abnormaly short, but I just looked through that. My thoughts were interupted by the military general again. "Jok, how old are you." Jok looked very suprised to hear him say his name. "Fifteen sir." "Jok." I wispered to him. "Why are you telling this dirty rat that?" "Lizzie, shh." The military general stood up, I was suprised to find that he was only four and a half feet tall. I had only seen him in his office before, but then he was at his desk. Jok's and Amy's eyes went big. I don't think Jok had seen him standing up either. Amy's already very pale skin turned white. "Psst! Amy whats wrong?!" "He looks just, just, like me!" "Oh my gosh, your right." "Well, looks like you two have caught on to me." Said the military general. "You see, I have a story to this, which is why I could not kill you. If I just saved one of you, that would seem cruel and unfair." "You alread...." Jok had slapped his hand over my mouth. "Hey, what are you doing!" I wispered to Jok. "Shut up, just shut up!" Jok replied. The military general started again. "Amy or should I say, Ariya, is my daughter!"
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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I am enjoying your story. I like the way you leave each chapter with a sentence that points to or makes the reader anticipate or wonder what happens next.
And what a different setting you have for your poem. Nice descriptions.
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