Sleepover Antics

I am having a sleepover tomorrow night! Two of my best friends are moving away, so we are hanging out for the last time with a sleepover. Then, another one of my friends is coming over to hang out later this Sunday, so the four of us will be hanging out and chatting.

Anyway, this weekend, me and Dad and Ashleigh went to Dad's friend's book signing. He has just gotten started as a writer, so we went to show our support. While we were there, I ended up getting a book that my friend had recommended: The Dork Diaries. It is an amusing book, and a quick read for a good laugh.

I think that me and Dad are going to watch Shrek 2 tonight. I really want to see it, and I also want to get to bed early because the sooner I fall asleep, the sooner tomorrow comes! And the sooner tomorrow comes, the sooner my sleepover comes!

Maddie

P.S. To Kylie and Cordelia, my friends who are moving, I am going to miss you guys so much! I hope you guys will check my blog and I hope we can keep in touch. Maddie

Delay

The Fairytale Story has been delayed due to me not being able to film lately. I have been caught up in homework and such, and haven't had real time to perform the movie. It should be out sometime next week though. I am excited about putting it out on Think a Thought.

If you have any ideas on what to add to my original idea for the movie, please tell me. No one can totally work alone. If you don't like my mini movie idea, tell me and I can possibly change it. Maybe if this first video goes well, I can post some more up.

The people who will be starring in the videos are Ashleigh James, Lucky Balthazar, and me! This movie will be my first one, so please excuse it if it is bad quality. I will try to improve as I go along. If you see anything that needs fixing, please tell me.

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Maddie

Alternate Ending to Pride and Prejudice, Written by Me!

Elizabeth was madly in love with Darcy. She just didn’t know if he wanted her. She scolded herself for  turning his offer down when he offered her his hand in marriage. She had just let that mouth of hers get in the way again. How could she have been so foolish? She decided to walk in the park, as she had done when Darcy had given her the truth. She hoped to see him again, and maybe have a joyful reunion.

So off she went, walking in the park. It was beautiful and windy out, with fall leaves flowing through the wind. The trees looked like a perfect fall picture, with oranges and reds and yellows. She looked around the lake that was sparkling in the center of the park for Darcy, but she could not see him. She didn’t understand. She knew Darcy’s route, and he always walked around the lake at this time. What was so different today?  Just then, she heard carriage wheels on the path behind her, going fast. She leaped out of the way just in time. As she looked onward down the road, she realized it had been Darcy. Another girl was with him!

Elizabeth felt angry and sad at the same time. She couldn’t believe he was with- with THAT. She had clearly seen the face of the girl. It was Diana, a very pretty girl who was popular in town. She had a large home and poofy dresses. She was very sad. How could Darcy do this to her! How dare he go and date some other girl, while she was there, wanting him desperately!

Elizabeth took a moment to vent, and then reminded herself that it was she who had refused him, not vice versa. He had every right to date another girl- just WHY, oh WHY did it have to be Diana? She walked home sadly.  Jane saw her sister’s sad face and asked “Why the long face?” “Because, Jane, Darcy has left me. And not just for any girl. For Diana,” was the stiff response

Jane stood speechless for a second. She knew that now was not the time for sisterly talk. She simply said “Oh.” She decided it was best to let her sister hang loose for a little. She had once been through heartbreak too, so she knew what it was like. She also knew that she had wanted nothing to do with her family either during her period of heartbreak. Elizabeth would have to find a new boyfriend.

Elizabeth ran up to her room and cried. She couldn’t believe her awful luck. What else could go wrong on this day? She sobbed to herself. Bad move. Just then, Jane ran upstairs, distraught. “There was a carriage accident in the park,” she sobbed. “Darcy was in it.” “What?!?” shrieked Elizabeth. “Oh nooooooo!” she wailed. “Things did get worse!”

Jane looked at her questioningly. “Huh?” she said. “Nevermind,” said Elizabeth. With that, she grabbed her coat and ran out the door to go to the park. She saw the carriage accident far ahead. She ran as fast as she could towards it. She could see Darcy being pulled from the wreck. No… She saw that he wasn’t moving… a mangled body underneath the carriage… and then fumes, awful  fumes …. And then black nothingness.

When  Elizabeth woke up, she was on a paved sidewalk. People were gathered around her, staring down at her. “Huh? Where am I?” she asked, confused. This didn’t look like England! This didn’t look like her time period even!  These people were strangely dressed, with long, flowy shirts and ripped denims.  There were strange smells of foods she had never tasted, and clothing and people of different cultures she had never heard of! Woman were wearing pants!This was terrible! “Your in NYC, and it’s 2012, darlin’,” said one woman.

“NYC?” asked Elizabeth. “What’s that?” “My goodness, the poor girl don’t even know what NYC is!” exclaimed the woman. “I’m Betsy Fellowfield.  I run the local inn. I can give ya a place to stay. Come with me.” Elizabeth followed Betsy. She was a small, heavy-set woman in a flowery shirt and khakis. She had short brown hair and a tan complexion.  “I don’t know what happened, one second I was in 1864, watching a carriage accident, and then there was smoke, and then I was here!” said Elizabeth.

“My heavens, what part of the world?” said Betsy. “Old England,” replied Elizabeth. Betsy laughed. “My good heavens,” she said, smiling. “I’ll show you England as it is now.” She sat down at her computer and showed the astonished Elizabeth pictures of England. “Wh-What about my mom and sisters and dad?” she asked. “Give me their names hone,” said Betsy. “Alicia and Ralph,” said Elizabeth.

After a few moments research, Elizabeth was told that Alicia and Ralph Bernfelt died together of cancer at ages 97 and 101. Elizabeth sobbed into Betsy’s shoulder. “Oh,” she moaned. “My mom- my dad- my sister-r-r-rs.” She cried bitterly for many weeks after finding this news out, knowing that this odd time warp had made her skip her life. She was so upset, she left the inn after the few weeks without  even thanking Betsy for her kindness. 

Elizabeth wandered the streets day and night, tired and worn. It was dreadful, with horrifying back alleys were criminals lurked and rabid cats ran. She could not use her strange currency, and as she was so queer, it was hard for her to get a job. She tried walking into grocery stores, but the bratty college kids would not accept her money. “Are you stupid?” “Get a life!” “Weirdo!” were among many of the things Elizabeth heard from day to day.

One day, when it was especially dreary, Elizabeth stumbled into an old general store in a back alley. A kindly old woman looked at her and smiled. “Well, it looks like you’ve seen better days my dear,” said the woman, smiling. She had white hair and a few teeth missing from her mouth, and was dressed in a plaid dress with an apron.

 It was the closest thing Elizabeth had seen to people dressing from her time period since she had been in 2012. “May I have some food for these coins?” asked Elizabeth, holding out her old fashioned money. When she did, the woman gasped.

“What?” said Elizabeth. “Are you going to laugh at my money again?” “Laugh?” the woman exclaimed. “Why, good heavens no, dear! You have thousands and thousands of dollars in your hand, why should I laugh?”  Thousands of dollars? Thought Elizabeth. That sounded promising! “What do you mean?” she asked cautiously. “Listen here, my dear, those coins are worth thousands, maybe even millions of dollars.” said the woman. “Collectors pay for things like that. I suggest you go down the street to Richard Mullent’s house; he will pay a fine price for one of those. Good luck, my dear!”

Elizabeth turned tail and got out of the general store. She decided she’d have to pay this Mullent a visit, and see what he’d pay for these coins. She ran down the street to the address the woman had given her. The house was a gigantic, old, beautiful one, with a sturdy fence surrounding it. She knocked on the gate, and a guard answered. Before he could say anything, she showed him one of her coins. His jaw dropped and he nodded. He then escorted her into the house of Richard Mullent.

The inside of the house was even better than the outside. It was lavishly decorated with antique furniture, and fancy lighting fixtures. ‘How splendid it must be to have a house like this’ thought Elizabeth. Richard Mullent then stepped into the hall. He was a tall, older man, with graying hair and a long beard that ran almost to his knees. She showed him the coin. Mullent didn’t say a word. He looked at the coin and nodded. He handed her a check. She looked down. $50,000 was written. “He has a speech problem,” explained the guard, breaking the silence. “THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!” screamed Elizabeth. She was very happy.

TEN YEARS LATER

Elizabeth was now a multimillionaire. She had sold off all of her coins, and was now a rich heiress. She had many luxuries of this new age: Electronics, pets, cars, and fancy clothing. She had long since forgotten about Mr. Darcy. But yet, he would still play an important role in her life.

 One day, she went up in her attic, were she had stored some documents that needed to be seen. While searching, she came across a photograph of Darcy that she had in her dress pocket. Memories came rushing back to her, memories of how she had loved him so, and how she had never seen him. She then remembered the time warp, and wondered how it had happened.  Surely she should be able to hire scientists with all of her money, right?

She brought in 2 of the world’s greatest scientists- John  Dedresphere and John Hungrofugus. John D. was a young man with a knock-them-dead smile, and fluffy blonde hair, almost like a model. He had a strong build, and was dressed in a stiff white scientist coat. John H. was a crusty old man with dentures, white hair, and a feeble body. He wore a white coat that was stained with bright chemicals, like a mad scientist.

She told them her situation, and ordered that they find out the reason for this time warp. Meanwhile, Elizabeth remembered that she was still single, and felt a little lonely after seeing Darcy’s picture. She knew that many men adored her- but not for who she was, just for her money.

While her scientists were hard at work the next day, Elizabeth decided to stroll in the park. Even though it was a muggy day, it brought back memories of her old life. She sighed and sat down on a bench at the side of a path. Little did she know, there was a burglar watching her every move. The thief knew she was rich, and was planning to steal her purse. He came closer…

“Stop, thief!” yelled a voice, and a young man leaped off the pathway and fought the thief before he could steal the purse. The thief got away, but Elizabeth still had her purse. The young man smiled. “Hello, my name is Jacob Crestfelt. Nice to meet you.” “My name is Elizabeth,” she said. She took a moment to admire the young man. He was tall and well built, with fuzzy brown hair and deep blue eyes. He reminded her slightly of Darcy. She smiled.

Jacob had invited her to his house for dinner that night. Elizabeth hummed a love song as she dressed herself into a long, pretty dress. She put on a string of pearls and went to her car. Upon arriving at Jacob’s home, she discovered he was no tycoon. It was a normal house, with normal insides. But when Jacob opened the door for her, she felt happy.

After about a year of dating, Jacob proposed to Elizabeth. “I know that I’m poor,” he said, “But I think that you’d give up your wealthy life to come and live my humble one. You are gracious like that, and I was willing to take the chance that you’d say no. But Elizabeth, please marry me!” Elizabeth just stood there, dumbfounded.  “I-I’ll have to think about it,” was her response.

Elizabeth drove straight home and went to her room. Would she be able to give up her riches that she was so attached to? Her cars, her clothing, her electronics? At least the pets could come with her. But what about her house and her maids and everything she had ever earned and worked for? Was she truly ready to give up her riches for love?

Elizabeth decided to take her mind off of the situation by checking up on her scientists. “Any news?” she asked. “Yes,” said John H. “I have learned that the dust on your clothing was a strange particle. It is mostly likely you ran into fumes, and when they connected with the particles on your clothing, it created a time warp. Strange as it seems, that is the only logical explanation for your condition.”

Now Elizabeth had the problem of her marriage. Should she marry Jacob? Or should she stay with her riches? She just couldn’t decide. She went for another walk in the park. As she was walking she saw a rich couple strolling down the path.  This made her stop and think, “why should I give up my riches? He never gave me good reason! I shall have to ask him. Here I’ve been, deciding over a stupid mistake.”

Elizabeth went straight to Jacob’s house. She walked in and asked him: “Why must I give up my riches for you?” Jacob opened his mouth and closed it. “Well, I would feel very uncomfortable in a large house like yours. I have never been one for maids and butlers either. I like peace, quiet, and independence. I don’t like the idea of lazing about a mansion, having things done for me. I want to get out and live!  I was hoping you would travel the world with me, and maybe we could have a happily ever after.”

Elizabeth sighed. She had to tell him what her real goal was, right now. “Jacob, your dream sounds lovely, and I understand you,” she started. “But my dream is to go back to my period in time, and save someone very dear to me. I would rather save that person from death than stay here as a millionaire. I am very sorry, but I can’t accept your marriage offer. It wouldn’t be right to me if I am able to fix things in the past.”

She went home to her scientists. “I need to go back to my time period,” she announced. “Yes mam,” said the scientists. “It appears that you just need to scrape up enough of that dust, and then we need to re-create the fumes and you’ll be good to go,” said John H. “Oh, good!” said Elizabeth. “How long will it take?” “We figured you would ask that. We have created a chamber that will re-create the fumes and send you back. The machine will go with you. You can grab your lover and come back, but only those trips. No more will be possible to make.”

Elizabeth stepped into the machine. It was titanium on the inside, and it had a soft armchair with straps on it. It was almost like a metal room, with bullet-proof glass windows, and a little table. There was even a coffee machine for the traveler. “Impressive,” she said. She sat down and closed the door. She flipped the time travel switch to her time, and off she went.

She arrived in the park, just as the carriage was about to crash. As it flipped over, she jumped into the rubble and dragged Darcy out. He was unconscious.  She tossed him into the machine and went back as fast as she could. “Quick!” she yelled as she jumped out. “This man needs the paramedics, and fast!”

Darcy woke up in the hospital with the same feeling Elizabeth had had when she had first traveled. He was confused by the smell of the medicines he had never known, and by the sounds of nurses rushing and machines beeping. He felt a stabbing pain in his arm and saw there was a needle in it. His first instinct was to pull it out, but a pale hand stopped him.

He looked up and saw Elizabeth standing there with him, and he smiled. He was content as long as she was there with him. He had just had minor bumps from the accident, and was feeling better now. “Where am I?” he asked Elizabeth. “You’re never gonna believe me, but you’re in the future,” was her answer.

He gasped. “Oh my god this cannot be happening!” he said. “Are we OK, are we safe, and where is Diana?!?” he asked. “Why do you ask about HER?” said Elizabeth. “Were you going to marry her?” “Why, no,” said Darcy. “They only reason she was in the carriage with me was because she was helping me plan how to propose to YOU!”

Elizabeth stood still. She hadn’t seen THAT coming! Darcy wanted to marry her again? How had that happened? How had she not seen it coming? She should have known Darcy wouldn’t do something like that to her. Elizabeth’s brain got so overwhelmed that she collapsed with a thunk onto the hospital’s hard tile floor.

When she woke up, she remembered about Darcy. “He actually wanted to marry me!” she thought to herself. “I knew he wouldn’t just run off with the pretty rich girl!” She was so happy she wanted to jump up off of the hospital bed and shout, but she knew she shouldn’t for her health’s sake. A joy like the one she felt had never been felt by anyone else before. She was so overwhelmed; she faded right back into a deep sleep again.

Darcy was allowed to get up and walk around within a few days time. He was fascinated by all electronics and monitors, and the different dressing style and how people talked. The different medicines were just so interesting! A few times he had to be brought back to his room because he was nosing around behind the nurses’ desk, looking at the computers and monitor screens. Everything fascinated him. He hadn’t even seen cars and buses yet!

When Elizabeth woke up, she was able to walk around and explain things to Darcy. She explained the reaction to the dust, and the fumes making her time travel. She explained how she had become a tycoon, and how she had desperately tried to get back to her own time period to save Darcy. He was amazed at all she had done. “I hope this won’t change my proposal to marry you,” said Darcy. “It shouldn’t,” laughed Elizabeth. It was the first time she had laughed in a long time.

The wedding was a wonderful event, with flowers and cakes and exquisite dresses, and a guest list of 1500 people. It was held in the most beautiful church that anyone could ever see. It had large fountains outside, in a garden where there were benches and holy statues and a lot of roses. Inside there was a lot of stained glass windows, many with flowery scenes. When the sun shined down, it made little spotlights as Elizabeth walked down the isle. The service was spectacular, the choir sounded like angels, and Elizabeth looked amazing in a designer wedding dress with glittering miniature diamonds all over it.

The following reception was wonderful. Elizabeth had hired a very good caterer, and the food was delicious. The cake was the best, however. It was 20 layers, each a different flavor. The cake itself was all colored white for a wedding theme though.  The mountain of wedding presents towered over the bride, and consisted mostly of silken towels, checks, long curtains, expensive jewelry, gift cards, silver platters, and a lot of other things that normal people would never dream of owning.

Driving home that night, Elizabeth smiled to herself. She had everything she had ever hoped for.  She had money, wonderful living situations, and now she had her Prince Charming. She even had more than she wanted- she was in the future! But how she could explain things to her children, should she ever have them? She and Darcy made a promise that they would never tell their children about the time travel.

EPILOGUE

It was many years later, 10, to be exact. Elizabeth and Darcy had 3 children: Emily, who was a pretty girl with dark brown hair who looked a lot like her mother, Tricia, who had softer hair and a MUCH softer temper, and Edward, 3 years old. They had managed to keep the time traveling secret to themselves… for now. Now that Emily and Tricia were older, they wanted to explore the attic… where Elizabeth’s old diary from the 1800’s was.

One day, Emily and Tricia decided they were going into the attic whether their parents liked it or not! They wanted to know what was stored in this mysterious place, find their parents secrets. So one day, when their parents had taken Edward to the doctor, they crept up the stairs and into the attic. It was musty and dusty, and actually quite horrid. There were spider webs in the windows that were tainted with age, and rats scurried to and fro from an old slice of pie that was left rotting.

 They saw the trunk with the old fashioned treasures in it and ran to it. They flipped back the lid, and gasped. There were old fashioned books in this chest, with old oil lamps and wallets. In one wallet there was a carriage license for a Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, 1862. Another was for Ms. Elizabeth Bernfelt. But the most shocking part about it was that the pictures on the licenses were pictures of their own dear, beloved parents!

The first words out of Emily’s mouth weren’t “Omigosh!”. They weren’t “I can’t believe it!”. The first words out of Emily’s mouth were: “I told you Mom and Dad had a secret. You owe me $20, O Tricia the Wise!” Tricia was indeed wiser than Emily. She was also a lot more surprised. “This is incredible!” she screamed. “OUR PARENTS ARE OVER 100 YEARS OLD! THEY MUST BE WIZARDS, AND WARLOCKS, AND FAIRIES!” She then grabbed Elizabeth’s diary and began reading it.

March 18^th, 1861

Hello Diary! I just got you today for my 16^th birthday! I have wanted a diary for a long time now, and I have finally got you! You have a nice, soft, leather cover and delicate white pages. I feel like SUCH a young lady when I write in you. Someday, I will be a proper lady with children and I will live in a house as large as Mother and Father’s, if not bigger. I cannot wait for that day!

March 20^th, 1865

I finally found you! I had lost you for over a year- and right after my birthday too. I am so sorry! Let me catch you up on my life now. I have fallen in love with the lovely, gorgeous Fitzwilliam Darcy! I hate him, and yet I still love him! Maybe there is still hope for him though ….

“And it goes on and on and on ….” Said Tricia dreamily.  She had calmed down and was getting absorbed into her Mom’s story. “Great. You dug up Mom’s love life. She sure has some explaining to do …. What’s the last entry?” said Emily. “Um… it’s from 1864,” said Tricia. “Here:  “Today I am going to walk in the park in hope of seeing my love, Darcy. Hopefully love shall once more bloom between us… if it does, then this shall be my last entry. Diary, you’ve served me well these few years. Goodbye.”

“Wonderful. Hey, what are these keys for?” exclaimed Emily. She ran to a cabinet on the far side of the room and unlocked it with the key. “Hey, there’s some weird sort of machine back here!” she yelled to her sister. She grinned and stepped inside. Tricia followed her in. Suddenly, the doors closed. The lights dimmed, and the sisters felt a jolt.

“Hey, what happened!?!” yelled Emily. She banged on the doors. They didn’t open. She hit the door open button on the machine. Nothing happened. The sisters had stepped into the one and only time machine, and had accidently turned it on. They had banged on so many buttons that the machine had frozen them in time, and they were permanently stuck.

“Um, Tricia, what do you have in your backpack from lunch?” asked Emily. “A carton of yogurt and 2 chocolate bars,” said Tricia. “Chocolate?!” screamed Emily. “Mom let you take CHOCOLATE to school!?!” “No, I snuck it out,” said Tricia. “Oh,” said Emily. She was starting to get frightened, stuck in this weird compartment with no lights or anything. She hoped her parents would come home soon.

Elizabeth and Darcy were on their way home. Edward was sound asleep, and Elizabeth and Darcy were tired too. They pulled into their driveway and walked up to the house. “I wonder how the girls got along,” commented Elizabeth. She stepped into the house. “Girls, we’re home!” she called out. No answer. She called out again, just in case they hadn’t heard. After a few minutes, she realized they weren’t in the house.

Darcy was frantic. “Were could they have gone!?” he wondered aloud. He ran upstairs and saw the attic door hanging open. “Oh, no,” he muttered. He ran upstairs and saw the cabinet opened. He quickly called Elizabeth. She smiled and said, “They probably hid in the machine, thinking it was a closet or something.”

She stepped into the cupboard and looked for the contraption, but it wasn’t there. She paled. “I don’t see the machine!” she cried, worried. “By some weird miracle, the machine must have started again, with the kids inside, and they are now somewhere in time!”

TO BE CONTINUED…….

Those kids deserved what was coming to them. They snooped into their parent’s personal space, which isn’t good. Maybe death is a little harsh, especially starvation… but they shouldn’t have gone up there in the first place. Kids, ALWAYS respect your parents wishes.

Poems

This is special poetry. It's about my favorite TV shows.

A.N.T. Farm

This farm is not for ants,
Though tiny they are,
In a highschool for big kids,
With Lexi the star,
Chyna is musical,
Olive a brain,
Fletcher an artist and sometimes a pain.
Cameron and Paisley belong together,
The dumb and the dumbest,
Two stooges forever.

Victorious

Makin' it shine at Hollywood Arts,
Where stardom is easy for all the young hearts,
Lots of excitement,
Every day,
Trina always gets her way,
Tori puts up with her,
but even she cant,
some days are awful,
and she will just rant,
about how life is terrible,
and about her new clothes,
She runs around grouchy,
for Sinjin she loathes.

iCarly

Oh, Carly and Spencer
and Sam and Fred-die,
all of these people co-star in Icarly,
Gibby is funny and Spencer is dumb,
Sam has a punch that will make you feel numb,
Carly and Freddie are just meant to be,
But when their show comes on,
You beg to be free.

Poetry

Wonderful

Analyst

Youthful

Never gives up

Energetic

Sharp

Helpful

Aristocratic

Resourceful

Optimistic

Needy

Annoying

Silly

Hectic

Loud

Extravagant

Intelligent

Generous

Helpful

Kind
Young
Laughing
Entertaining


Correct
Optimistic
Right
Delightful
Encouraging
Laughing
Interesting
A good friend


Kind
Youthful
Laughter
Intelligent
Encouraging

A Fairytale Story

 I have decided to write and perform a play, coming soon to Maddie's Think a Thought! It is about a princess who is trapped by an evil dragon, and the prince that comes to rescue her. This is the theater poster I designed.

A Fairytale Story will premiere this Friday!

This exciting story stars Lucky Balthazar as Rob, the handsome prince who comes to save Princess Leah, played by Ashleigh Nef. But before Prince Rob can save the princess, an ugly and fierce dragon bursts in. The dragon is played by the one and only ME!!!!! I am going to tape it a few times, and see which one comes out best. I think its gonna be good!

The Backstage Crew

Sharon Nef (My Mom) is hopefully going to be doing the makeup for the performance.
*********** (My Dad) is the official cameraman. (He didn't want his name to be mentioned. Sissy.)
Madison Nef (Me) is the director.


I hope you'll watch it. It comes out this Friday on Maddies Think A Thought. See you then!
Maddie

Poetry

It's hot outside,

In the summer sun,

Where kids are playing,

Having fun,

Swimming into waters deep,

Catching up on all lost sleep,

If all else fails then go and play,

The school year ended yesterday,

So now the fun begins at last,

And all the homework is held fast,

'Cause even though you worked all day,

Summer is a time to play!

My Lucky is a mooch,

And begs for things all day,

But there's one thing he loves the most,

A treat for after play,

My Lucky likes potato chips,

But not just any kind-

The ones with salt and vinegar are what are on his mind.

I grab a handful from the bag and drop some on the floor,

But when I turn to pick them up,

They're gone and are no more,

A vacuum's favorite helper,

Is what he's meant to be,

  But you'd better have potato chips,

Or Lucky you won't see.

Some people think its boring,

Some people think its fun,

If you go there when it's quiet,

Then you're the only one.

It's noisy when it's busy,

and after lunch it's packed,

When people throw a picnic here,

It becomes ransacked.

This catastrophic mayhem,

This place you'd hate to be,

It's called a recess playground,

Where the kids can all run free.

Book

Never mind. I don't think I'll be able to turn what I wrote into a book. So here is the full story I wrote. Hope you enjoy it.

It had been many years since the death of Winnie Foster.  Jesse Tuck had mourned all those years, and had never even searched for a new love interest. He was stuck on Winnie. Jesse had known, 10 years after he said good bye to Winnie, that she was never coming. He figured she had forgotten him. But Winnie Foster didn’t forget. In fact, Winnie told the story to her kids, who told it to their kids, who told it to their kids. Jesse never even thought of trying to find Winnie’s relatives. He never thought about marrying one of them. He could only think of why Winnie hadn’t come.

Jesse was currently in a city called Redfield. He was looking for a job. He had been out of work for about 10 years now, just living off of the streets. He couldn’t even remember what year it was. Redfield was a major city, almost like NYC. It was raining out, and if there was one thing Jesse hated, it was rain. He groaned. He had wanted to find a newspaper stand- if that was what they were called- and find out the year. Now he trudged into a diner, where a lot of people came to have coffee, read, work, or wait for the train. He sat down at a booth and waited for a waitress to take his order. 

Presently, one came. Jesse read her name tag. Her name was Ruth. “May I take your order sir?” she asked politely. “Yea, I’ll take a sandwich with cheese, ham, and a little bit of mustard on it. And what year is it?”  Jesse inquired. “2012,” Ruth replied. “Is that all?” “Yup. Do you have a newspaper I could look at?” he asked. “Sure,” Ruth said, handing him one from the counter. “Your sandwich will be out in a second.” Jesse took the paper and gazed at the ‘Job Wanted’ section. He saw that there was an opening for a cook at this very diner. “Hmm,” he thought to himself. “If the pay is good, I just might take this job!”

Ruth set down his sandwich. “Here you go,” she said. “Thanks,” he replied. He hesitated before asking “May I talk to the manager?” Ruth looked absolutely alarmed. “Is the food bad? What is it?” she asked. “I was considering the job,” Jesse answered. “Oh,” said Ruth, looking relieved. “Right this way.” Jesse entered the manager’s office. It was a small room, with a desk and chair. Behind the desk was an older woman. Her tag said Mrs. Delven. “Here about the job opening?” she asked, without looking up from her computer. “Yes,” said Jesse. “How much is the pay?” Mrs. Delven looked up at him. “I pay my employees with what I feel they have earned, no more, no less. There is no set payment.” “Oh,” said Jesse. “That’s what everyone says,” muttered Mrs. Delven. “That’s why it’s so hard to get employees. Will you take the job or not?!?” “Sure,” said Jesse. “Good. Come to work tomorrow at 8:00a.m. Your shift begins then,” she said.

The next day, Jesse hustled off to work. He hoped he would be on time- this was, after all, his first day on the job. He didn’t want to flub up AT ALL. He walked in. Ruth smiled at him. “Here’s your apron,” she said, handing him a crisp black apron. “And your nametag,” she said, handing him a gleaming plaque. “Thanks,” he said.

 He headed for the kitchen. Breakfast was slow, but when lunch came around, Jesse was stormed with tons of lunch orders. He wore out quickly, and he was thankful when his shift ended and he got to go home to rest. The next day, he had a lunch break because he worked the late shift. “Hey Ruth, want to eat lunch with me?” Jesse asked. “Sure,” said Ruth. At lunch, they started talking. “How old are you?” asked Jesse. “17,” answered Ruth. She smiled. “How old are you?”

Jesse’s knees started shaking under the table. He hated this question! Fortunately, most people took his answer as a joke. “201,” he answered. Ruth laughed. “Yea, right!” she exclaimed. Then, a strange look came over her face. “You wanna hear something funny though? My grandma told me a story where a boy like you told her almost the same answer. Wanna hear it?”

Jesse’s face went pale. “M-maybe some other time,” he stuttered. “I have to get back to the kitchen.” He hurried off. “But lunch break isn’t over for another-“started Ruth. But Jesse didn’t hear the end of her sentence. He was too busy thinking about what he had just heard. Did this girl know who he was? No, he thought, it didn’t make sense. She said her grandmother- and Winnie had been dead for about a century- and this girl was so young- Jesse was very confused. “I guess I’ll have to wait for tomorrow to find out,” thought Jesse.

The next day at lunch, Jesse ran over to sit with Ruth. “Can you tell me the story now?” he asked. “Which one?” asked Ruth. “The one your grandma told you,” he said. “Oh, did I say my grandma? I meant my mother,” said Ruth. “Well, here’s how it goes. My mom used to tell me about this boy that she was in love with and how he could live forever. She only recalled his last name- Tuck. She said he gave her a bottle of magic water and said marry her, but she dumped the water over a dear little toad instead- and lived a happy life and died.

Jesse was shocked. Jesse was astounded. Jesse could not believe that his Winnie would waste magic water- ON A LOUSY TOAD!!!!!! If this was his Winnie. It couldn’t be … could it? No, not possible- this girl would have to be about 90+ years old to be the daughter of his Winnie, yet here she was. 17 years old. The exact same age he had asked Winnie to live forever at …

“You look annoyed about something.” Ruth interrupted his thoughts with a loud statement. Or perhaps it just seemed loud to him … he snapped himself out of it. “Huh?” he said. “Oh, nothing, just curious why you had a look of ABSOLUTE PAIN on your face after I told you the story,” said Ruth snippily. “You do realize that my mother was HALF INSANE when she told me that story, don’t you?” “I-I don’t know Ruth. I, uhm, heard a similar story from my mom. She was supposedly friends with the mom of this boy,” lied Jesse, trying to explain things to himself in his head. “Um, what was your mom’s name?” asked Jesse, deciding to settle things once and for all.

Ruth hesitated. For the first time, she looked scared and helpless. “Her name was, um, W-Whitney,” Ruth said, sounding reassuring. “Yea, that was it, Whitney. That was my mom’s name.” Jesse was a little surprised, but caught himself and said “OK, thanks. Talk to you tomorrow?” “Sure,” said Ruth. Jesse walked home. As he settled into bed that night, he thought about his day. He then found himself thinking repeatedly about how Ruth had stuttered as she said Whitney- almost as if she had to think a moment. And he knew one thing- no one that young forgets his moms’ name.

The next week or 2 at work went by normally. Unfortunately, Ruth was sick, and couldn’t come to work at all. On Thursday, Jesse heard from Mrs. Delven that Ruth was in the hospital. He decided to visit her. He walked to the hospital immediately after work. He walked into the Emergency Room. He went up to the nurse working the desk. “I’m here for Ms. Ruth- Ruth- “ It was then that Jesse realized he didn’t know Ruth’s last name.

“We have 3 ladies named Ruth in ER right now,” said the nurse patiently. “Just tell me her last name and I will point you to her immediately.”  “I don’t know her last name!” said Jesse. “I just know that she is 17 years old, and works at the Redfield Oak Diner.” “That’s just enough information to tell me that the Ruth you are searching for is Ms. Ruth Fenterson,” said the nurse. She led Jesse down a spotless white hall and pointed to room number 354. “Thanks,” said Jesse.

As he walked up to the door, he heard voices talking. “I’m so stupid to have done it. I can’t believe I actually followed my mom’s looney death wish.” Hmm. That had to be Ruth.  “I know. I was an idiot. Jean, you’re going to be the only person who knows this. But I can’t die.” That was Ruth again. Jesse stood there, still listening, and then realized what Ruth had just said. “I can’t die.” Woah! No one could “not die” unless they had magic spring water!

He waited until Ruth was off the phone to enter. “Hi,” he said. “Hey!” said Ruth with a smile. “I, um, heard you talking on the phone a second ago,” said Jesse. “Oh,” said Ruth. “I guess I should explain… you see, my mom’s dying wish was for me to drink this bottle of “magic water” when I was 17, and go search down this guy named Jesse Tuck. He was her boyfriend as a kid… and when she died she wanted me to marry him… but the water was real, and it has made it impossible for me to die. So now, I must spend my life forever looking for Jesse Tuck, and when I find him, he will wish I never did, for as I cannot die, I shall haunt him for eternity!

Jesse, at this point, had fallen in love with Ruth, and he didn’t mind her following him. But haunting him, tracing his every move, never leaving his side, that didn’t sound too good. He smiled and said, “I better get home to get some sleep.” And with that, he raced out of the building. He spent the rest of the night wondering if he should tell Ruth his secret, but common sense told him not to.

Epilogue

As the weeks drew on, Jesse fell more in love with Ruth. Ruth now had feelings for Jesse as well, and after many years of dating, Jesse and Ruth finally married. On their wedding day, Jesse told Ruth that he was Jesse Tuck. Ruth told Jesse the truth, and said that her mom’s name wasn’t Whitney Fenterson, but was actually Winifred Foster. Jesse and Ruth married, and lived on and on through eternity.

Lollipops won on the poll. Fruit Flavored came in second!

My Book!!

I have started writing my very first book! It is a sequel to Tuck Everlasting. If you need to know about Tuck Everlasting, please go to this page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuck_Everlasting. I am writing the sequel to this book. I have not yet given it a name; if anyone has any ideas for a name for the sequel, please tell me. The name is not yet important as I am barely done with the first chapter.

This story is likely going to revolve around Jesse, since Winnie is already dead. I am only on the first chapter, and I know where I'm going to take the story, but I'm not going to tell you here. You can wait and buy my book..... If I ever finish it. Here's what I have written so far:

It had been many years since the death of Winnie Foster.  Jesse Tuck had mourned all those years, and had never even searched for a new love interest. He was stuck on Winnie. Jesse had known, 10 years after he said good bye to Winnie, that she was never coming. He figured she had forgotten him. But Winnie Foster didn’t forget. In fact, Winnie told the story to her kids, who told it to their kids, who told it to their kids. Jesse never even thought of trying to find Winnie’s relatives. He never thought about marrying one of them. He could only think of why Winnie hadn’t come.

Jesse was currently in a city called Redfield. He was looking for a job. He had been out of work for about 10 years now, just living off of the streets. He couldn’t even remember what year it was. Redfield was a major city, almost like NYC. It was raining out, and if there was one thing Jesse hated, it was rain. He groaned. He had wanted to find a newspaper stand- if that was what they were called- and find out the year. Now he trudged into a diner, where a lot of people came to have coffee, read, work, or wait for the train. He sat down at a booth and waited for a waitress to take his order. 

Presently, one came. Jesse read her name tag. Her name was Ruth. “May I take your order sir?” she asked politely. “Yea, I’ll take a sandwich with cheese, ham, and a little bit of mustard on it. And what year is it?”  Jesse inquired. “2012,” Ruth replied. “Is that all?” “Yup. Do you have a newspaper I could look at?” he asked. “Sure,” Ruth said, handing him one from the counter. “Your sandwich will be out in a second.” Jesse took the paper and gazed at the ‘Job Wanted’ section. He saw that there was an opening for a cook at this very diner. “Hmm,” he thought to himself. “If the pay is good, I just might take this job!”

Ruth set down his sandwich. “Here you go,” she said. “Thanks,” he replied. He hesitated before asking “May I talk to the manager?” Ruth looked absolutely alarmed. “Is the food bad? What is it?” she asked. “I was considering the job,” Jesse answered. “Oh,” said Ruth, looking relieved. “Right this way.” Jesse entered the manager’s office.

 It was a small room, with a desk and chair. Behind the desk was an older woman. Her tag said Mrs. Delven. “Here about the job opening?” she asked, without looking up from her computer. “Yes,” said Jesse. “How much is the pay?” Mrs. Delven looked up at him. “I pay my employees with what I feel they have earned, no more, no less. There is no set payment.” “Oh,” said Jesse. “That’s what everyone says,” muttered Mrs. Delven. “That’s why it’s so hard to get employees. Will you take the job or not?!?” “Sure,” said Jesse. “Good. Come to work tomorrow at 8:00a.m. Your shift begins then,” she said. 

Pretty good, huh? I am hoping to finish it soon- but if not, I have something I can do with my spare time. I sure hope I can finish it ...  I think I can, I just have to work really hard at it. I hope you liked reading the little bit of my story that I have written.

Maddie

Movie

Madagascar 3!

This weekend, Dad took me to the movies. We had missed the early film, so we went to the 7:15 version. It was only in 2d, but who really cares. The film was still great. We saw Madagascar 3: Europe's Most Wanted. It was awesome. For those of you who don't know what Madagascar is, here is a rundown.

It is a story about a zebra, giraffe, hippo, and a lion. They get lost from their cozy zoo home, no thanks to the zebra, and spend over a year trying to get back home. Over time, they realize they love their free life, and upon returning to NY, go away once more.

The Characters:

Marty

Marty, a self-confident, happy-go-lucky zebra with a snippy attitude. He is very loyal to his friends, though they can be tremendous pains sometimes. He is the reason the zoo animals go off on their adventure.

Alex and his circus friend

Alex is a proud, happy lion. He thinks a lot of himself, and doesn't like being insulted. He is full of himself, and sometimes doesn't think before he speaks. He can be a bit of a brat as well. He hates living in "the wild" at first, but then gets used to it.

Gloria

Gloria is a peppy, no-nonsense hippo. She tries to keep peace between the animals, though sometimes doesn't succeed when it comes to Alex and Marty. She can be VERY bossy. She is also the love interest of Melman.

Melman

Melman is a worried giraffe. He is always scared about his health, and is forever getting medical treatment, usually cat-scans. He is the calmest of the zoo animals. He is also madly in love with Gloria, but doesn't show it until the second movie.

The Movie:

The movie starts with Alex remembering that the penguins left them in the plane, saying that they were not coming back. Alex, flipping out, convinces the overs to swim with him to France, were the penguins were heading for casino. They soon arrive, only to be chased out by an animal control officer, who would literally KILL to have them on her wall.

Their chase leads them to a circus train, just about to leave. They pretend to be circus animals in order to get on to the train. They then discover that they will actually have to perform, and realize the circus is a total failure. They purchase it before they realize this, unfortunately. Alex comes up with a plan to save the circus, and as each animal discovers his circus talent and friend, they are able to act their way back to NYC. Upon arriving at the zoo, they discover they want to stay with the circus.

The animal control officer catches them, and puts them back in the zoo. Then, she tries to kill Alex. Just in time, their circus pals come to the rescue with a flying circus. The animal control officer ends up behind bars, and the zoo animals go on to become circus animals.

Trip

Today is the day!!!! We are going back to NJ. We are going because Dad has a big business meeting, maybe one that will put us back on our feet again. I am so excited!


What's Going On Right Now At My House:

Ashleigh is throwing a huge tantrum. She didn't get to wear her favorite shorts as a shirt, and started getting mad. This resulted in a nice scolding and early naptime. Cya later, sista!

My Grandma is packing her clothing for our trip. She brought quite a lot of it since she was staying for a month. I hope she visits again soon!

Dad is upstairs reading. He is really annoyed at Ashleigh right now. I don't blame him. Ashleigh was pretty annoying. Even NOW, about 15 minutes later, she is still moaning. ARRGH!!!

I, as you probably know, am typing this Think a Thought. I am already packed. Well, you know what they say, short and sweet.
Later,
Maddie

A Significant Look Inside The Ashleigh Mind

Me: That tent is OURS, not YOURS.
Ashleigh: No, MINE!!!!
Ashleigh's Thoughts: Who the heck is this our person, and where can I find him? I'll teach him to tell me what's mine and what's his! HMPH!!!!

Me: Ashleigh, do you not want ice cream?
Ashleigh: YES!!!!!
Me: Alright, no ice cream.
Ashleigh: NOOOOOO!
Ashleigh's Thoughts: I SAID I WANTED ICE CREAM!!!!! WHAT DID I MISS!?!? ' ASHLEIGH- HMM, OK THAT'S MY NAME- DO YOU WANT ICE CREAM?- I SAID YES, AND SISTER SAID NO.... HMM. WAIT A SECOND. ' ASHLEIGH DO YOU NOT WANT ICE CREAM? ' OOOOHHH, I SEE.

Dad: Do you want a walk?
Dad: A talk?
Dad: A chalk?
Dad: A lawk?
Dad: A hawk?
> Ashleigh's Thoughts: UUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH......
^ Ashleigh: HEY! SIS! THAT'S LUCKY'S LINE, NOT MINE!!!!!!
^
<<<<<<< Lucky's Thoughts

Valentine's Wishes

This is a special Valentine,

Created just for you, 

Here are all my wishes,

And you're included too!

To all my readers, thank you for being loyal to me. Even though I know there are just a few of you, it means a lot. I hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Day.

To Aunt Michelle, thank you for everything you have done for me. Thank you for introducing me to poetry. It has become my favorite subject. I look forward to seeing you and Uncle Rick. Have a wonderful Valentine's Day!

To Grandma and Grandpa, thank you for being loyal readers. I hope to see you soon. Try to think up some different Think A Thought ideas for me, everyone's counts. I look forward to seeing you. Have a great Valentine's Day!

To my nannies, Nancy and Beth, thank you for taking care of me and my sister. Both of you have introduced new things into our lives. Thank you. Happy Valentine's Day!

To my family and friends everywhere, I will see you soon. Have a great Valentine's Day!

This is the end of all my wishes,

I hope you liked the read,

Now you can enjoy your day,

And do the best of deeds!


OOPS!!!! I FORGOT TO POST THIS AT VALENTINES DAY!!!!!!! PLEASE EXCEPT IT AS A LATE HAPPY VALENTINES DAY GIFT---- A VERY LATE GIFT.
MADDIE

Candy

I have recently had a craving for tic-tacs, and it got me thinking about candy. I want to put up a vote for what type of candy people like the best. The different types will be the usual-

• Chocolate
• Fruit Flavored
• Hard Candy
• Rock Candy
• Lollipops
• Jellies
• Cotton Candy

I will try to put up an official voting board on the side- I have always wanted to try that! Maybe my next voting board after this one will be about different tic-tac flavors- who knows? If anyone has a good idea for what to vote on, please leave a comment on the most recent Think a Thought. ( Remember, this voting board will be for fun ONLY. No decisions made should matter too much to you. )

Have fun,

Maddie

Tournament

I had a tournament in Franconia this weekend. It was a super long drive. I got to the tournament early, so I chatted with some of my friends for awhile, and practiced a little. Mostly I just talked to my friends. My first event in the tournament was synchronized forms, which me and my partner Eion placed second in, next to my friends, Kylie and Cordelia.

My second event was open weapons. I placed third next to 2 kids who are really good with their bo form- Austin and Nicholas. They are almost always perfect with their form. I don't think that I have ever won first place against them.

My third event was forms. I had to wait awhile because the divisions were slow, but it was worth my while. I went up, did my form, and came in- get this- 1ST PLACE!!!!!! I was really excited! It is rare that I come in first. Usually it is second or third. But not this time!!!

My fourth and final event was sparring. I placed in third, next to Cordelia and Olivia. Kylie twisted her ankle and couldn't spar. I felt bad for her. There was a new team at the tournament from Osipee- I forget their name, but they were really good.

Tournament Tomorrow

Tomorrow I have a tournament in Franconia NH! It is going to be a 2 hour drive, and my family is leaving at 6:30a.m! We are going to stop by my friends' house and follow them up to Franconia, or the other way around.                                                                                                                                                           On the way back we are taking my grandma sightseeing on the colorful, long, and beautiful Kankamangus highway. It is a tourist trap, especially in fall when people come leaf-peeping.

The Schedule:
6:00 a.m.- I get up and get ready
6:30 a.m.- We leave for my friends' house
7:00 a.m.- arrive at friends' house and get started
7:45ish a.m.- Breakfast break
8:00 a.m.- on the road til 9:30
9:30 a.m.- arrive at Franconia tournament
10:00 a.m.- TOURNAMENT STARTS!!!!!
1:00 p.m.- tournament ends ( poop )
1:30 p.m.- on the way home
8:00???????- home

Well, if I am getting up at 6:00 tomorrow, I better get some sleep!!! Goodnight to all my readers, and wish me luck at the tournament!
Maddie