I am sending it in to get it published very soon! I’m not sure if I’m going to put up another chapter…

If I don’t, I’ll probably write another blog when I have some ideas.

4/18/11 UPDATE!!

Here is a sneak peek of Chapter 7- I have re-written it.

Chapter 7

 Rachel was on the ground. Michelle was standing beside Brayden. She looked from me to Rachel, then back to me. I didn’t know what to do. I just looked away from her and down at Rachel. We never learned how to fight, so we were caught. It was over.

One of the men in the black suits looked down at Rachel and smirked. “Hello, Miss Thompson. We’ve been looking for you.”

His voice was really deep, and mean. The way he smiled at her made my heart freeze. Were they going to kill us? Rachel wouldn’t let that happen would she?

Dun, dun, dun. What do you think? xD

I think I improved a lot from the Chapter 1 on here. This is the only chapter I’m going to write on here from the real book.(besides the other chapters I have been posting. Like Chapter 23 or 24..?) :P

Tell me what you think!

Is it good so far?

Michelle’s mother hadn’t gotten her anything for awhile. She hadn’t figured out why. She had asked her thirteen-year-old sister, Alice. Alice had said that her mother was acting different because she had gotten her hours cut at her job. Their mother, Kristen, worked as an actress. She wasn’t really into big acting yet. She was always auditioning for plays. When she got a part-which was very often-she was gone a lot. She was always travelling to do the play again in a different town. Their father, Nathaniel, worked as a truck driver. Alice, Michelle, and Brayden had hardly gotten to see him. He was always out on the road. They had never been able to go with him. He had left about a week or two ago to travel to Oklahoma.

He was coming back today, and Michelle was so excited to show him her new dollhouse and tell him everything about her friends and school. He always seemed to listen to her stories, but her mother hardly ever did. She always thought her mother had been listening, but she would just nod and sometimes say, ‘Yeah.’ After a year or so, Michelle realized that she didn’t listen. Michelle stopped wasting her time by telling her mother about what was going on at school.

When Michelle was younger, around four years old, she would always cry when her father would leave to travel. He would always promise that he would be back soon, but it seemed to Michelle that it was years before he came back. Her mother had stayed home at that time. She was busy taking care of them. This was before she developed the ambition to be an actress.

Their babysitter, Rachel, was watching them today. Her mother wasn’t supposed to be gone too long today. She was just auditioning for a play, and she had left a few hours ago. She should be home any time now. This was going to be the first time in about a year that both her mother and her father were going to be home at the same time.

Thirteen-year-old Alice walked down the steps that led to the kitchen. She saw seventeen-year-old Rachel carrying her three-year-old brother, Brayden, outside. Brayden must have been bugging her to take him outside so he could add more bugs to his collection. Michelle hated it when Brayden brought his bugs inside. Alice told her they were in a jar, but Michelle would still freak out. She thought bugs were, ‘ew.’ Sometimes she would refuse to come into the kitchen. Alice would have to carry Michelle’s dinner to her own room. Alice remembered when Michelle had been afraid of the dark. She would come into Alice’s room, crying. She would say she had heard noises and thought there was a monster under her bed. Alice would let her sleep on the floor beside her bed.

Alice walked back upstairs and walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She turned on her TV and started flipping through the channels. Her eyes began to close and she decided to take a quick nap.

Outside, Rachel watched Brayden search through the grass, looking for some bugs. He would spot one, try to pick it up, and drop it. When he dropped it, he would start crying and Rachel would have to tell him he would catch the next one. When Rachel took Brayden back inside, she glanced at the clock on the wall. The big hand was on the three and the little hand was on the eight.

‘It can’t be this late already,’ Rachel thought.

She looked at the clock again to make sure she had read it right. Sadly, she had read the clock right the first time. It was this late and the children’s parents were supposed to be home a long time ago. They were supposed to be home almost two hours ago. Rachel set Brayden down on the couch and ran over to the phone. She dialed Kristen’s number.

“Hi, this is Kristen. I’m not able to come to the phone right now, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can,” was the answer she got. She tried calling again, but got the same response. Rachel tried calling Nathaniel’s cellphone, but it rang busy. She tried again, but it went to his voicemail too. Maybe they were just running a little late. But for the three years Rachel had babysat these kids, the parents had never been this late.

Rachel picked up Brayden and walked over to the stairs. As she was heading up the stairs to check on Michelle and Alice, she glanced out the window. She stopped on the seventh stair and watched as a white van pulled into the driveway. That definetly wasn’t the Smiths’ car. Nathaniel and Kristen hadn’t told Rachel anyone would be coming. She knew who these people were. She wasn’t going to let them ruin these kids’ lives, like they had ruined hers so many years ago.

But, I’m stuck on something.

I came up with another title for the story. I can’t decide which one I like better. So I want it to be up to you guys to decide.

It was over, it was finally over. All of this for nothing. What happened to Alice and Braden? What about Dylan? Are they okay?

“Your sister and brother are doing fine…,” the woman spoke.

“Can I see them?” I asked. “Please, don’t turn us in to the police, I-we want to find our parents.”

The woman was quiet for a few seconds.

“I guess you could, I would like you to rest for a little bit longer though if you want. We have been watching the news and if we can’t find your parents….,” she stopped.

I knew what she was trying to tell me. She was trying to tell me that they were going to have other family members they could find to take care of us. If they wouldn’t take care of us, we were going to go to an orphanage.

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

“Where are they?” I asked.

“Alice is in the room beside us, to the right. Braden is in the room next to us, on the left. So, you’re in the middle of them. Dylan, on the other hand, is a few rooms down the hall….,” she replied.

“Are they alright?” I asked for the millionth time, just to make sure. “What condition are they in?”

“Braden is doing really good. He didn’t get hurt too bad.. He just has a few cuts and bruises. His arm was almost broken, but we gave him some medicine. He’s watching TV and resting. Alice is getting better, she’s also wondering about you and Braden. She had a broken leg but it’s been healing. She has a cast for it. She’s been resting, the medicine we gave her has been helping her sleep. Dylan isn’t doing too great. We’re trying to do everything we can. He hurt his neck pretty bad, he has a broken hand and a broken leg. He has a pretty bad head injury.. We’re not sure how his head got hurt yet. He has a few cuts from windshield, when it shattered. He’s getting better by the minute.”

I remembered the items we had in the car.

“What about…the car!? What about what was inside!?” I asked.

“The car is pretty much ruined. It had flipped a few times and you guys had landed in a ditch. It’s a miracle that you’re not as hurt as most people would be. You’re lucky you’re alive. I don’t think the items inside survived. We will let you know if we find anything.”

“Do you know what caused the crash?”

“Well, we don’t really know yet. We think the driver in the truck tried to stop. When he slammed on the breaks at the red light, he slid-it’s been raining lately-and crashed into your car.”

If the items weren’t safe, there was no hope in trying to find our parents That was our only hope to find them.

“I want to see the car,” I said.

“Alright. I could show you some pictures instead. I really need you to rest, we need to make sure you’re okay.”

“I want to see Alice and Braden too.”

“Fine, but you have to make it quick,” she sighed.

I smiled and she helped me sit up. I through off the covers and saw that I was wearing a hospital gown.

“Do you have anything more…fashionable?” I teased.

She laughed and opened the door.

I walked out into the hallway and looked behind me. She smiled and I looked at the door. The black number ingraved on the door read, “304.”

“Where’s Braden’s room?” I asked.

She pointed to the door on the left of us. “He’s right there, that room was occupied. But when the patient in that room got better, Alice requested that she wanted him to be closer to you two. She also wanted Dylan closer but we couldn’t find a room closer that wasn’t occupied. The closest room we could get him was room 314.”

I walked to the right, my legs were a little wobbely.

“Michelle?” I heard Alice’s voice call as I walked through the doorway.

She sat up and looked at me when I walked closer,”Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?” I asked.

“I’m doing better…”

“What about Braden?”

“He’s fine, I have checked a million times today. He’s actually in a better condition than I am…”

I remembered Dylan. They said he had been in a bad condition. I was a little surprised that I got a little bit worried when I actually began to think about him.

“What about Dylan?” I asked.

“I don’t think he’s getting any better,” she sighed.

I began to wonder if he was our only hope, not the items in the car.

I doubt I will publish it on here, because I want to get that one published. It’s about a girl named Lilith Evans…and she can ‘see the future.’ : )

It’s turning out really good so far.

I have also been working on the Alice In Wonderland story. That’s turning out alright too, I guess. I’m going to work a little more on the stories before I decide which one to put on here. : )

Whatever story it is, I hope you’ll like it.

I also am adding more to RunAway… I finished the last few chapters, but I’m on vacation…and I left the chapters at home.

I’m not sure if I am going to publish the last few chapters of Runaway. Maybe just one or two. I’m going to make the chapters at the beginning longer also, if I decide to publish this story…

Happy New Year! : )

I have been really busy and I’ve been working on more stories. The next post should be up this week.

The poll will end on Friday or Saturday, unless there is a tie.(There’s a tie between Alice in Wonderland and a Vampire story right now.) 

I have finished Runaway… I’m going through some of the chapters, making sure that I’m happy with them. ;D

Um..I think that’s all.

Alright. In my opinion, I’m not sure which story would be the best for me to write.

 I have never written a zombie story, and I’m not sure if I would be good. I have a few ideas for it.

The vampire story, I have never written one of those. It might be fun to write, I have a few different ideas for that also.

As for the Alice in Wonderland story, I have written some of those stories. Sort of like those little fantasy and wonderland stories. I’m not sure how this story would work out.

I just watched an Alice in Wonderland type movie and it was great! I think it would be fun to write this kind of story. I’m not sure what other fantasy story I would write if Alice doesn’t seem to work. (:

The psychic story would be about a girl that can see into the future. I’m not sure if she would be the only one or if she will find other people with ‘gifts.’ What do you think? ;D

I think it would be fun to write any of these four stories, actually.

Which one do you think you would most likely read?

If none of these seem to work out, I also have more ideas.

It’s up to you guys. (:

Dylan began asking questions, and I continued to stare out the window. I realized we were getting ready to leave town.

I clutched the picture frame in my hands. Why had Alice brought this? It was just a picture of mother, and it was going to make us sadder than we already were.

I started examining the picture. I turned it over and started to take the frame off. I was also trying to pay attention to where we were going and what Dylan and Alice were talking about.

We were going out-of-town, and I knew for sure Dylan didn’t live out-of-town. I knew there was a police station out-of-town, what else was there? Where could he be taking us?

The police station.

Why?

For the money we were worth.

Maybe he was taking us to the police station…..But I wasn’t sure.

There were a lot of other places around he could be taking us to….

We stopped at a red light and when it turned green, we went over some railroad tracks.

I was waiting for Alice to ask him where we were going, but she was too busy asking questions.

She was older than me, and yet she didn’t notice everything I usually did.

We kept getting farther and farther out-of-town.

I kept picking at the hooks that were holding the picture in the frame.

Braden had fallen asleep in my lap and I could hear his stomach growling.

We rounded a corner and I realized he was taking us to the police station. I would have to speak up if we were going to find our parents and not get caught by the police.

We turned another corner, we were only a minute away from the police station.

Alice trusted him, but I didn’t. I didn’t know him, and I knew that my guesses about people were usually wrong…. But they were right…sometimes. Maybe this could be one of those times I’m right?

I looked over at Braden, who was sitting behind me. He looked very tired and hungry. He laid his head in my lap and closed his eyes.

I was getting ready to speak up when another car smashed into our car, on Dylan’s side.

(Note: I have finished writing this story. There are 30 chapters and I am very happy with how Chapter 30 turned out. I am thinking about publishing this story, I’m not sure when. I am going to have to edit some chapters… My plan is to get this story published and I am not going to post the last few chapters. I will post like…three more after this one. Maybe more? The chapters that I don’t publish will have sneak peeks about what is coming up.)