I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. I had found it on my bureau this morning. It wasn’t my handwriting, ou mum’s, ou even Immie’s. All it a dit was: Lottie--to find your destiny, go to 13 Loophole Way. Secretly, I thought it was my father’s handwriting. He passed away last year, when I was 13. At breakfast, I casually mentioned this to mum. This was the reaction I got:
“Charlotte Irene Endale! Your father is- your father is- is dead. He would not-could not leave toi a note in the middle of the night!” I could see the tears in her eyes so I a dit “Bye, mum! Have a nice day!” and left for school.
I had decided to go there after school, because my school was at 14 Loophole Way. I wondered why the place was so close to my school. It almost seemed like someone wanted a girl from Collinsburg School for Girls to find it. Although, it could just be a prank par the boys from the neighbouring school, Collinsburg School for Boys. Only time would tell.
I reached for the decorative doorbell that was silver set in bronze. Before I could press it, the door opened. I stepped in warily, calling out before me. Suddenly, the floor gave way from under me. I screamed, clutching at the edges of the floor. Then I heard a voice calling: “Malum! Where are you, toi crazy cat?” I looked up and saw two green dots. Then I felt a nail dig into my right hand and force me to let got. Then the same happened with my left hand, and I fell into what seemed a bottomless pit. I was just realising that it probably wasn’t a prank when I stopped. There wasn’t really anything under me, just air. I didn’t have any idea about what to do. So I started making slow swimming motions, moving my arms around in slow circles. I closed my eyes and whimpered. Why did I always have to stick my too small nose into everything? I could be snuggling up with a good romance novel in my haricot, fève bag chair right now, sipping hot chocolat with tiny marshmallows and listening to Norah Jones etc. on my new iPod nano generation four. I got it for my birthday last week. It’s bright pink, my favourite colour, and the headphones are those really comfortable ones that go inside your - I was suddenly jerked back to reality par a mewing in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw-nothing. Then the same two green dots were centimetres away from my face. I felt a needle stick into my big toe and I saw no more.
When I regained consciousness, I couldn’t déplacer owing to the thin strings around my whole body. I tried to struggle, but found that I was too weak to do anything. I was just about to cry out, when a small hand blocked my mouth.
“Please shut up,” a dit a computerised voice in my ear. As my vision focused, I saw three small creatures nodding their heads in approval. It was weird, seeing as the voice had been inside my ear, but then I felt something similar to the headphones of my iPod in my ear. On a closer look, the creatures also had a headphone in each ear. There was also a small microphone close to their mouths, but how it stayed there? Beats me.
“We are here to save you,” the voice continued. I saw the mouth of the tallest creature move. “We are the only remaining inhabitants of this planet, once called Earth. Seeing as there are no Earthly characteristics left on this planet, that is not what we call it any more. It is now Planet Hung, only surviving place of inhabitation in the 3000th an of our Lady Blondine”. I was so not following this.
“Wait. Hung? Only place? an 3000? Blondine?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes, Lottie. All of what Lai has told toi is true,” a dit a voice my subconscious recognised. When the rest of my brain had finally caught up, I could already see a familiar face in my line of sight. “Daddy!” I yelled, overjoyed at the prospect of seeing my father again. Then my voice of reason kicked in.
“But, Dad. toi died! A an ago, remember? I saw your mangled body after it cut out of the crushed plane toi were in.” The memory was too much for me. I started to cry, not only for my father but also because here I was, in the middle of a weird country, not to mention 992 years into the future. The computerised voice in my ear started again.
“Please shut up. Crying will not help rescue operation 5098.” The creature I deemed to be Lai nodded again. Then he (or she, I don’t know) snapped his ou her fingers and the other two things came and lifted me like I weighed no plus than a feather. I was carried away from the room I was captured in, and the voice continued. “This is the accueil of a sorcerer named Milo, and he has a cat called Malum. Milo can travel in time wherever he wants, and he often uses that skill to capture willing fools like you. toi must shut up, because if Malum hears toi we will all die.” I almost questioned it, but then the message sunk in and I buttoned my lip pretty fast.
After a while, I opened my eyes to a wonderful azure field. Wait. Azure? That’s when I finally realised that it was all true and definitely not a prank.
“You know, toi look really different than 993 years ago,” a dit Dad. I almost laughed at him, and then shut up when the fact his numbers were, in fact, right dawned on me. “Your hair is a different colour, and you’re, well, plumper.” His face showed he was uncomfortable relating these changes, so I reached out to pat his arm. But, of course, I was still bound. Then I stopped. My hair was still orangey, at least when I had left accueil it was. I was just going to point this out to dad when the ropes were cut and a mirror was handed to me. I stared into it, contemplating the odd neon rose tinge my now purple hair had. Boy, was this an weird. Then I felt an abnormal freeness about my whole body. I looked down and saw that instead of my normal outfit of skinny jeans and a sweater, there was a chubby blob covered in what looked like a hospital robe but was actually a dress. I realised that I wasn’t wearing anything else and quickly squeezed my legs together in embarrassment.
“Umm, dad? When I left accueil I was thin, had orange-ish hair and I was wearing normal clothes. What has happened to me?” Dad looked at me wistfully.
“Oh, Lottie. If toi only knew what Milo did to you…” I laughed. “Try dyed my hair, a volé, étole my clothes and fattened me up?” Dad shook his head sadly, and then enlightenment dawned on me. “Milo didn’t do anything, did he?” I asked. “All he did really was to transport me 992 years into the future. So, this is what I’ll look like when I’m 1002 years old. Only, won’t I be dead then?” Dad laughed.
“Right, right, right and wrong. You’ll be alive thanks to something Lei here invented,” he said, gesturing to one of the until-now mute things. It bowed. Just as I was wondering how to tell Immie and mum about them, it hit me.
“Dad. If Milo sent me here, only he can send me back, right?”
“Technically, yeah, but really? No. Anybody interested enough in sorcery can do that. Like Lyi.” Finally! The name of the third thing.
“Yeah, dad. About Lai, Lei and Lyi? What are they, exactly?” Dad laughed, but it sounded strained. “They are the messengers of Sabrens, the people of Hung.” Right, seems like I’ll have to probe a bit. “Yeah. I almost figured that, except for the Sabren bit. But what are they? toi know, animals, robots etc.?”
“They are humans. This is what the Sabrens of Hung look like.” Dad, however, looked almost apologetic. “Right. I’ve had enough! Where are all the boys? toi can take off your masks now,” I said, directing the last bit at Lai, Lei and Lyi. Dad’s expression changed from apologetic to questioning. “Boys? Masks?” It was his turn to be incredulous.
“Yeah, toi know,” I said. “The boys from Collinsburg boys? The masks that those kids pretending to be futuristic humans are wearing?” Then dad seemed to realise. “Lottie, honey, this is no joke. This is the an 3000. Really. And an answer to your earlier question on me being dead, Milo was sitting suivant to me in the plane. He was just sorcering himself to safety when I happened to brush his hand. So, I came too. What toi saw was my 2008 body. This is the new me.” He gestured to himself. That was way to much information for my brain to process, so it decided to shutdown, which, of course, rendered me unconscious.
When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a note pinned to my sweater. It seemed to have been returned while I slept. My jeans, also, and my shoes. I opened the note, eager to see if it were dad’s handwriting. It was, though the message was quite different than the first.
Lottie-sorry there wasn’t any destiny to find. If I’d had it my way, you’d have stayed in the an 3000 with me. But the Sabrens didn’t accept toi because of your non-blue skin. So, I got Lyi to return toi to your time, along with all your stuff.
xxx, Dad.
P.S. the purple hair Suits – Avocats sur Mesure you!
lolololol I was going through my files and found this xD I wrote it for English class in 7th grade, aka when I was 12... I really hope I've improved some since then xD
“Charlotte Irene Endale! Your father is- your father is- is dead. He would not-could not leave toi a note in the middle of the night!” I could see the tears in her eyes so I a dit “Bye, mum! Have a nice day!” and left for school.
I had decided to go there after school, because my school was at 14 Loophole Way. I wondered why the place was so close to my school. It almost seemed like someone wanted a girl from Collinsburg School for Girls to find it. Although, it could just be a prank par the boys from the neighbouring school, Collinsburg School for Boys. Only time would tell.
I reached for the decorative doorbell that was silver set in bronze. Before I could press it, the door opened. I stepped in warily, calling out before me. Suddenly, the floor gave way from under me. I screamed, clutching at the edges of the floor. Then I heard a voice calling: “Malum! Where are you, toi crazy cat?” I looked up and saw two green dots. Then I felt a nail dig into my right hand and force me to let got. Then the same happened with my left hand, and I fell into what seemed a bottomless pit. I was just realising that it probably wasn’t a prank when I stopped. There wasn’t really anything under me, just air. I didn’t have any idea about what to do. So I started making slow swimming motions, moving my arms around in slow circles. I closed my eyes and whimpered. Why did I always have to stick my too small nose into everything? I could be snuggling up with a good romance novel in my haricot, fève bag chair right now, sipping hot chocolat with tiny marshmallows and listening to Norah Jones etc. on my new iPod nano generation four. I got it for my birthday last week. It’s bright pink, my favourite colour, and the headphones are those really comfortable ones that go inside your - I was suddenly jerked back to reality par a mewing in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw-nothing. Then the same two green dots were centimetres away from my face. I felt a needle stick into my big toe and I saw no more.
When I regained consciousness, I couldn’t déplacer owing to the thin strings around my whole body. I tried to struggle, but found that I was too weak to do anything. I was just about to cry out, when a small hand blocked my mouth.
“Please shut up,” a dit a computerised voice in my ear. As my vision focused, I saw three small creatures nodding their heads in approval. It was weird, seeing as the voice had been inside my ear, but then I felt something similar to the headphones of my iPod in my ear. On a closer look, the creatures also had a headphone in each ear. There was also a small microphone close to their mouths, but how it stayed there? Beats me.
“We are here to save you,” the voice continued. I saw the mouth of the tallest creature move. “We are the only remaining inhabitants of this planet, once called Earth. Seeing as there are no Earthly characteristics left on this planet, that is not what we call it any more. It is now Planet Hung, only surviving place of inhabitation in the 3000th an of our Lady Blondine”. I was so not following this.
“Wait. Hung? Only place? an 3000? Blondine?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes, Lottie. All of what Lai has told toi is true,” a dit a voice my subconscious recognised. When the rest of my brain had finally caught up, I could already see a familiar face in my line of sight. “Daddy!” I yelled, overjoyed at the prospect of seeing my father again. Then my voice of reason kicked in.
“But, Dad. toi died! A an ago, remember? I saw your mangled body after it cut out of the crushed plane toi were in.” The memory was too much for me. I started to cry, not only for my father but also because here I was, in the middle of a weird country, not to mention 992 years into the future. The computerised voice in my ear started again.
“Please shut up. Crying will not help rescue operation 5098.” The creature I deemed to be Lai nodded again. Then he (or she, I don’t know) snapped his ou her fingers and the other two things came and lifted me like I weighed no plus than a feather. I was carried away from the room I was captured in, and the voice continued. “This is the accueil of a sorcerer named Milo, and he has a cat called Malum. Milo can travel in time wherever he wants, and he often uses that skill to capture willing fools like you. toi must shut up, because if Malum hears toi we will all die.” I almost questioned it, but then the message sunk in and I buttoned my lip pretty fast.
After a while, I opened my eyes to a wonderful azure field. Wait. Azure? That’s when I finally realised that it was all true and definitely not a prank.
“You know, toi look really different than 993 years ago,” a dit Dad. I almost laughed at him, and then shut up when the fact his numbers were, in fact, right dawned on me. “Your hair is a different colour, and you’re, well, plumper.” His face showed he was uncomfortable relating these changes, so I reached out to pat his arm. But, of course, I was still bound. Then I stopped. My hair was still orangey, at least when I had left accueil it was. I was just going to point this out to dad when the ropes were cut and a mirror was handed to me. I stared into it, contemplating the odd neon rose tinge my now purple hair had. Boy, was this an weird. Then I felt an abnormal freeness about my whole body. I looked down and saw that instead of my normal outfit of skinny jeans and a sweater, there was a chubby blob covered in what looked like a hospital robe but was actually a dress. I realised that I wasn’t wearing anything else and quickly squeezed my legs together in embarrassment.
“Umm, dad? When I left accueil I was thin, had orange-ish hair and I was wearing normal clothes. What has happened to me?” Dad looked at me wistfully.
“Oh, Lottie. If toi only knew what Milo did to you…” I laughed. “Try dyed my hair, a volé, étole my clothes and fattened me up?” Dad shook his head sadly, and then enlightenment dawned on me. “Milo didn’t do anything, did he?” I asked. “All he did really was to transport me 992 years into the future. So, this is what I’ll look like when I’m 1002 years old. Only, won’t I be dead then?” Dad laughed.
“Right, right, right and wrong. You’ll be alive thanks to something Lei here invented,” he said, gesturing to one of the until-now mute things. It bowed. Just as I was wondering how to tell Immie and mum about them, it hit me.
“Dad. If Milo sent me here, only he can send me back, right?”
“Technically, yeah, but really? No. Anybody interested enough in sorcery can do that. Like Lyi.” Finally! The name of the third thing.
“Yeah, dad. About Lai, Lei and Lyi? What are they, exactly?” Dad laughed, but it sounded strained. “They are the messengers of Sabrens, the people of Hung.” Right, seems like I’ll have to probe a bit. “Yeah. I almost figured that, except for the Sabren bit. But what are they? toi know, animals, robots etc.?”
“They are humans. This is what the Sabrens of Hung look like.” Dad, however, looked almost apologetic. “Right. I’ve had enough! Where are all the boys? toi can take off your masks now,” I said, directing the last bit at Lai, Lei and Lyi. Dad’s expression changed from apologetic to questioning. “Boys? Masks?” It was his turn to be incredulous.
“Yeah, toi know,” I said. “The boys from Collinsburg boys? The masks that those kids pretending to be futuristic humans are wearing?” Then dad seemed to realise. “Lottie, honey, this is no joke. This is the an 3000. Really. And an answer to your earlier question on me being dead, Milo was sitting suivant to me in the plane. He was just sorcering himself to safety when I happened to brush his hand. So, I came too. What toi saw was my 2008 body. This is the new me.” He gestured to himself. That was way to much information for my brain to process, so it decided to shutdown, which, of course, rendered me unconscious.
When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a note pinned to my sweater. It seemed to have been returned while I slept. My jeans, also, and my shoes. I opened the note, eager to see if it were dad’s handwriting. It was, though the message was quite different than the first.
Lottie-sorry there wasn’t any destiny to find. If I’d had it my way, you’d have stayed in the an 3000 with me. But the Sabrens didn’t accept toi because of your non-blue skin. So, I got Lyi to return toi to your time, along with all your stuff.
xxx, Dad.
P.S. the purple hair Suits – Avocats sur Mesure you!
lolololol I was going through my files and found this xD I wrote it for English class in 7th grade, aka when I was 12... I really hope I've improved some since then xD
so toi guys know the omegle trolling fad that someone started on this spot?
well i have been trolling on omegle but ive started to do it a different way.
so i find some ho....rny guy and look up dirty pics of girls, and link them and laugh as the guys goin on about how hott the girl is and tlaking about his reactions to the pics (if u kino what i mean). I claim the girls are me, and they always believe it.
i honestly think both male and female "parts" are gross, but guys plus gross than girls. Im a girl.
FML
well i have been trolling on omegle but ive started to do it a different way.
so i find some ho....rny guy and look up dirty pics of girls, and link them and laugh as the guys goin on about how hott the girl is and tlaking about his reactions to the pics (if u kino what i mean). I claim the girls are me, and they always believe it.
i honestly think both male and female "parts" are gross, but guys plus gross than girls. Im a girl.
FML