bunnyhop2
09-05-2009, 09:43 AM
*Story is told in Sparrow's point of view.*
Summary:
Sparrow has visions. Visions of bad things to come or things that are happening. She hates this talent that she has, but sometimes it can help... other times it can't. One night her brother, Palmer, went out with a friend. Sparrow was sitting at home reading a book when a vision entered her head. She saw her brother's friend, Henry, driving. Then the car veered off the road into a tree. The rest of the vision was cut off.
*Now you'll just have to read and see what happens!*
Characters:
Sparrow Paisley Xavier. Age: 16 *Girl who has visions
http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss194/sveaxxb4u/site%20models/site4-1.png
Palmer Travis Xavier. Age: 17 *Brother of Sparrow
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/bossy7888/Site%20Models/rppicdude.jpg
Ivy Ophelia Xavier. Age: 14 *Little sister to Sparrow and Palmer
http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj35/cartwheellayouts/site%20models/ahduu.png
Butterfly Kaycee Carlisle. Age: 17 *Palmer's girlfriend
http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb99/cherry_popp1234/site%20models/4.jpg
Henry Ross Colby. Age: 17 *Palmer's friend
http://i882.photobucket.com/albums/ac30/MiNiG123/boys/Alec.jpg
There are parents [not putting pictures, though].
Mrs. Josie Xavier and Mr. Tyson Xavier.
Chapter One -- The Night Before.
We are all sitting around the huge oak table in the center of our kitchen. Mom just finished making her famous Zucchini Chicken Casserole. It's one of my favorite dishes. She set it on a big wooden potholder in the middle of the table. Ivy is pouring herself a glass of water. Palmer is sitting to my right, Butterfly to his right. Mom is across from me and dad across from Palmer. Ivy is to my left. Butterfly leans towards the casserole, breathing in deeply. "It smells lovely Mrs. Xavier," she compliments. Palmer had invited her over even though it was Wednesday night. I love Butterfly a lot. She is really pretty and she's one of my older friends. She's not like any of the snobby girls that surround her at school. She's one of a kind and Palmer is lucky to have her. "Let's say grace," mom says. She grabs dad's right hand tightly and bows her head. She starts. "Bless us o lord and these our gifts which we are about to receive..." I glance around the table and notice that Butterfly is mimicking mom. I like that about her. She does whatever is needed and she tries to make a good impression. After the prayer Palmer leans over and kisses Butterfly on her cheek. She smiles a little. "Sparrow. Can you pass the casserole?" Ivy says, tapping me on the arm. She may be fourteen, but she doesn't always act like it. She has an unusual disorder which makes her act like a little kid. It isn't to the point where she is a complete little kid and all. She's mostly normal, but that disorder does come into play sometimes. Everyone fills their plates and begins to eat. "So Butterfly. How have things been with your family?" Dad asks. "Oh. My mother is doing much better. She's still having some issues with the nerves in her back, but she's getting there." Butterfly's mother had fallen down the stairs about a month and a half ago.
"That is wonderful to hear!" Mom says, grinning. Everyone goes back to being quiet and eating. I look up from my plate and scan the table. I am so lucky to have a family like this. I don't know what I would do without them.
Chapter 2 -- As I lie in bed.
Dinner is over... has been over for a number of hours now. Butterfly is home. Palmer is laying in bed... in the room next to mine. Ivy is sound asleep down the hall. Mom and dad are downstairs in the family room watching the news. I roll over and look at my digital clock, sitting on my lonesome nightstand. 11:11 P.M. "Make a wish Sparrow! Make a wish!" I say quickly. "I wish that everything will stay exactly as it is in my life right now," I whisper. I like the fact that everyone is safe in our house. That we all feel comfortable around Butterfly and that Palmer is happy with her. I'm grateful for all of my friends, my health, my grades. I'm so happy that everything is going right... even if I do get the strangest visions. I hear the T.V. snap off and dad and mom trudging up the stairs and off to bed. "Guess they were so tired that they couldn't sit through the rest of the news," I think. I hear Palmer snore lightly and smile to myself. He is notorious for his soft snores. I reach over and pull my book off the night stand, Store Bought Baby. I grab my flashlight from beneath my pillow and I begin to read. By the time I read sixty pages it's already been an hour and I yawn. "Time to go to bed," I remind myself, rolling over to deposit the book and flashlight on the nightstand. I shimmy under the covers and turn towards the windows. My last sight is of the moon, my last thought is of Palmer.
Chapter 3 -- The Dawn Awakens
I hear screaming. "Sparrow, Sparrow! Sparrow... save me!" I immediately sit bolt up and look around my room. It's quiet and the only light is raining in from the window.. the moon. I catch my breath and let my eyes sweep around the room one more time. I glance at the clock in the process. It's only 3:30 A.M. Wow. I've only be sleeping for three hours. As for that screaming, it must have been a dream. More like a nightmare. I lean back on my pillow and let my thoughts wander. I think about Palmer, probably dreaming about Butterfly. Ivy, probably having her Candy Land dream again. Mom and Dad, probably dreaming about one and other. And me, thinking about what others are thinking. It's too early to be up and about. I have to get all the sleep I can get, major tests tomorrow. I roll myself on to my stomach and pray for Palmer's safety, Ivy's well-being, and just for God to look over Mom and Dad. I look at the moon again. "The dawn awakens soon," I whisper to myself. "Just what I need. It just rises so I can go to school in the morning." I laugh at the thought. Slowly I begin to drift off to sleep again. Not thinking of a single thing.
Chapter 4 -- School Drag
The next time I wake up my alarm is beeping noisily and the sun in streaming in my window. I push the quilt off of my body and flick the alarm to the off button. I lay back, rub my eyes, and then sit up again. "School is such a drag," I say. Then I groan. "Ivy, Sparrow, Palmer! Time to get up!" Mom calls from the bottom of the steps. I hear Palmer yawn, trudging down the hallway. Ivy must be singing because I hear a soft voice sing tunes. I throw myself out of bed and slip my slippers onto my feet. They have cute little hearts all over them and they're blue, my favorite color. I walk out of my room, down the hall, and make my way to the bottom of the stairs. I smell pancakes, chocolate ones, too. Taking a seat at the table I spoon fresh fruit onto my plate and then wait for mom to set the pancake plate on the table. She quickly comes over and sets it down. "Dad left for work early. He had an emergency call," Mom states, sitting down beside me. My dad's a doctor at the local hospital. "Mom. Remember that I'm going to that party tonight," Palmer says, pointedly. "How could I forget? You've been reminding me for weeks," Mom gushes. I finish off my pancakes and head back up stairs. I pull my Pacsun dark wash skinny jeans off the hanger and pull them on. Then I put my fuschia cami on and my white tee goes over that. I feed my dinosaur belt through my pants and slip into my rainbow Nikes. "What an outfit," I say. I race to the bathroom and quickly straighten my hair, then pull it back into my usual ponytail. Then I go back to my room and get my backpack and walk downstairs and say goodbye to mom. Then I head out to the bus stop to wait for the bus. I have a strange and melancholy feeling about today, but I push it to the back of my mind. Today is a good day. I'm not going to let thoughts get in my way.
*To be continued!*
Summary:
Sparrow has visions. Visions of bad things to come or things that are happening. She hates this talent that she has, but sometimes it can help... other times it can't. One night her brother, Palmer, went out with a friend. Sparrow was sitting at home reading a book when a vision entered her head. She saw her brother's friend, Henry, driving. Then the car veered off the road into a tree. The rest of the vision was cut off.
*Now you'll just have to read and see what happens!*
Characters:
Sparrow Paisley Xavier. Age: 16 *Girl who has visions
http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss194/sveaxxb4u/site%20models/site4-1.png
Palmer Travis Xavier. Age: 17 *Brother of Sparrow
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/bossy7888/Site%20Models/rppicdude.jpg
Ivy Ophelia Xavier. Age: 14 *Little sister to Sparrow and Palmer
http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj35/cartwheellayouts/site%20models/ahduu.png
Butterfly Kaycee Carlisle. Age: 17 *Palmer's girlfriend
http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb99/cherry_popp1234/site%20models/4.jpg
Henry Ross Colby. Age: 17 *Palmer's friend
http://i882.photobucket.com/albums/ac30/MiNiG123/boys/Alec.jpg
There are parents [not putting pictures, though].
Mrs. Josie Xavier and Mr. Tyson Xavier.
Chapter One -- The Night Before.
We are all sitting around the huge oak table in the center of our kitchen. Mom just finished making her famous Zucchini Chicken Casserole. It's one of my favorite dishes. She set it on a big wooden potholder in the middle of the table. Ivy is pouring herself a glass of water. Palmer is sitting to my right, Butterfly to his right. Mom is across from me and dad across from Palmer. Ivy is to my left. Butterfly leans towards the casserole, breathing in deeply. "It smells lovely Mrs. Xavier," she compliments. Palmer had invited her over even though it was Wednesday night. I love Butterfly a lot. She is really pretty and she's one of my older friends. She's not like any of the snobby girls that surround her at school. She's one of a kind and Palmer is lucky to have her. "Let's say grace," mom says. She grabs dad's right hand tightly and bows her head. She starts. "Bless us o lord and these our gifts which we are about to receive..." I glance around the table and notice that Butterfly is mimicking mom. I like that about her. She does whatever is needed and she tries to make a good impression. After the prayer Palmer leans over and kisses Butterfly on her cheek. She smiles a little. "Sparrow. Can you pass the casserole?" Ivy says, tapping me on the arm. She may be fourteen, but she doesn't always act like it. She has an unusual disorder which makes her act like a little kid. It isn't to the point where she is a complete little kid and all. She's mostly normal, but that disorder does come into play sometimes. Everyone fills their plates and begins to eat. "So Butterfly. How have things been with your family?" Dad asks. "Oh. My mother is doing much better. She's still having some issues with the nerves in her back, but she's getting there." Butterfly's mother had fallen down the stairs about a month and a half ago.
"That is wonderful to hear!" Mom says, grinning. Everyone goes back to being quiet and eating. I look up from my plate and scan the table. I am so lucky to have a family like this. I don't know what I would do without them.
Chapter 2 -- As I lie in bed.
Dinner is over... has been over for a number of hours now. Butterfly is home. Palmer is laying in bed... in the room next to mine. Ivy is sound asleep down the hall. Mom and dad are downstairs in the family room watching the news. I roll over and look at my digital clock, sitting on my lonesome nightstand. 11:11 P.M. "Make a wish Sparrow! Make a wish!" I say quickly. "I wish that everything will stay exactly as it is in my life right now," I whisper. I like the fact that everyone is safe in our house. That we all feel comfortable around Butterfly and that Palmer is happy with her. I'm grateful for all of my friends, my health, my grades. I'm so happy that everything is going right... even if I do get the strangest visions. I hear the T.V. snap off and dad and mom trudging up the stairs and off to bed. "Guess they were so tired that they couldn't sit through the rest of the news," I think. I hear Palmer snore lightly and smile to myself. He is notorious for his soft snores. I reach over and pull my book off the night stand, Store Bought Baby. I grab my flashlight from beneath my pillow and I begin to read. By the time I read sixty pages it's already been an hour and I yawn. "Time to go to bed," I remind myself, rolling over to deposit the book and flashlight on the nightstand. I shimmy under the covers and turn towards the windows. My last sight is of the moon, my last thought is of Palmer.
Chapter 3 -- The Dawn Awakens
I hear screaming. "Sparrow, Sparrow! Sparrow... save me!" I immediately sit bolt up and look around my room. It's quiet and the only light is raining in from the window.. the moon. I catch my breath and let my eyes sweep around the room one more time. I glance at the clock in the process. It's only 3:30 A.M. Wow. I've only be sleeping for three hours. As for that screaming, it must have been a dream. More like a nightmare. I lean back on my pillow and let my thoughts wander. I think about Palmer, probably dreaming about Butterfly. Ivy, probably having her Candy Land dream again. Mom and Dad, probably dreaming about one and other. And me, thinking about what others are thinking. It's too early to be up and about. I have to get all the sleep I can get, major tests tomorrow. I roll myself on to my stomach and pray for Palmer's safety, Ivy's well-being, and just for God to look over Mom and Dad. I look at the moon again. "The dawn awakens soon," I whisper to myself. "Just what I need. It just rises so I can go to school in the morning." I laugh at the thought. Slowly I begin to drift off to sleep again. Not thinking of a single thing.
Chapter 4 -- School Drag
The next time I wake up my alarm is beeping noisily and the sun in streaming in my window. I push the quilt off of my body and flick the alarm to the off button. I lay back, rub my eyes, and then sit up again. "School is such a drag," I say. Then I groan. "Ivy, Sparrow, Palmer! Time to get up!" Mom calls from the bottom of the steps. I hear Palmer yawn, trudging down the hallway. Ivy must be singing because I hear a soft voice sing tunes. I throw myself out of bed and slip my slippers onto my feet. They have cute little hearts all over them and they're blue, my favorite color. I walk out of my room, down the hall, and make my way to the bottom of the stairs. I smell pancakes, chocolate ones, too. Taking a seat at the table I spoon fresh fruit onto my plate and then wait for mom to set the pancake plate on the table. She quickly comes over and sets it down. "Dad left for work early. He had an emergency call," Mom states, sitting down beside me. My dad's a doctor at the local hospital. "Mom. Remember that I'm going to that party tonight," Palmer says, pointedly. "How could I forget? You've been reminding me for weeks," Mom gushes. I finish off my pancakes and head back up stairs. I pull my Pacsun dark wash skinny jeans off the hanger and pull them on. Then I put my fuschia cami on and my white tee goes over that. I feed my dinosaur belt through my pants and slip into my rainbow Nikes. "What an outfit," I say. I race to the bathroom and quickly straighten my hair, then pull it back into my usual ponytail. Then I go back to my room and get my backpack and walk downstairs and say goodbye to mom. Then I head out to the bus stop to wait for the bus. I have a strange and melancholy feeling about today, but I push it to the back of my mind. Today is a good day. I'm not going to let thoughts get in my way.
*To be continued!*