Dear readers, I hope you liked my story because I am NEVER
gonna update it! I will stop it altogether because I am evil! Mwahahahahaaaaaa!
(I’m just kidding, I’m not evil. I’m just too lazy. Tee hee. Please forgive me). Below is another story. (Don't worry, it's completed)
Annabelle Mae’s Day
Annabelle Mae was
walking on the wet foot path. It had been raining and she had her umbrella
tucked under her arm. She had been invited to a party by one of her friends and
she didn’t want to be late. Her footsteps went tap tap tap on the hard pavement. There was a strong wind blowing
above her head. She tried to shield it from the wind. Why, her hat was almost
blowing off!
Then suddenly, a
great gust of wind blew right into Annabelle Mae and opened her umbrella! (I
can’t describe it very well but I hope you understand). Annabelle Mae tugged at
the umbrella and tried to close it but the wind was too strong for her. It
pushed harder and suddenly, Annabelle Mae found herself in the air. I mean
really in the air. She was held up by the wind under her umbrella. She held on
to it for dear life. “Help!” she shouted, “Help!” But nobody heard her. The
wind floated her gently along and soon she grew used to it. She even began to
enjoy it a little. She floated over people but they were so busy, they hardly
noticed her. She saw a small boy shopping with his mother. He was crying about
something and she was trying to quiten him. “I wonder what’s wrong?” thought
Annabelle Mae “I know! I’ll wave to him!” (I honestly don’t know why or how she
thought this would cheer him up) The boy pouted and looked at the sky, away
from his mother. Annabelle Mae saw her chance. She waved at him. The boy first
looked a bit scared, then rubbed his eyes and looked again. He suddenly started
shouting and tugging at his mother’s skirt. ‘Look! Look!’ he shouted. ‘Now
what?’ his mother wondered out loud. ‘Look up!’ the boy shouted. She looked up
at Annabelle Mae and dropped her shopping bags in surprise. She gazed open -
mouthed at the girl flying in the air held up by her umbrella. ‘Hello!’ waved
Annabelle Mae. The mother looked at her son in disbelief. She couldn’t say a
word. She looked so bewildered, poor thing that Annabelle Mae started to worry.
The boy tried to quite his mother. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said gently. By that time
Annabelle Mae had floated away. She began to worry about the time. ‘Oh dear, I
shall be late!’ she cried, just like the white rabbit in “Alice in Wonderland”.
(She worries a lot doesn’t she?) By now the sun was going down and Annabelle
Mae was getting bored. She wondered when she would get down. She got rather
angry and began to have a tantrum. She kicked her legs up and down but even
that didn’t satisfy her anger. She kicked harder. The wind had lessened considerably
by that time and Annabelle Mae felt herself plummet downwards some distance
then stop, still hovering. She got to thinking. Hmmm, if the wind has gotten
lesser, then I can push with all my weight and probably reach the ground. That
is, if the wind goes on getting weaker. She tried her idea and pushed with all
the heaviness she could muster. Her face was red and purple she was trying so
hard. The wind suddenly dropped. Annabelle Mae got closer to the ground. Now
she didn’t need to push anymore because the wind was dropping gently and
steadily. She was coming downwards very gently and slowly enough for her to
enjoy it. She was coming down just like a leaf in the wind. Her feet touched
the ground and she stopped. Annabelle Mae took a look around. The place looked
sort of familiar………………
It was the place she had been seeking. It was
the place that was far away. She boldly walked up to the door and rang the
bell. A girl with black hair opened the door. She broke into a grin when she
saw Annabelle Mae. ‘Well you’re early!’
*
When Annabelle Mae
was seated comfortably inside, hat and coat on a peg, she told her story. Her
friend thought she must have a fever, but when she found out that that wasn’t
the case at all, all she could say was, ‘You’re making it up’ incredulously.
Annabelle Mae enjoyed herself a lot at the party. She was just walking out the
door with her friend when a small boy came out of his house and started
watering his plants. (They saw him through the wooden fence). Her friend
stopped. ‘Why don’t you meet my neighbor?’ She introduced Jimmy (the boy) to
Annabelle Mae. He just stared at her and pointed. ‘It’s rude to point!’ his
neighbor said. ‘No, it’s okay he’s seen me before’, Annabelle Mae laughed. He
told how he had seen her flying away with her umbrella. ‘You were the boy with
his mother’. ‘Yes’ they told the story together and Annabelle Mae’s friend
finally believed her. ‘Though not completely’ she said. Annabelle Mae just
laughed and took the bus home. The next day she came on the news. Somebody had
taken a video of her flying about. Annabelle Mae got a call, ‘You’re on the
news!’
