Celeste's POV
Huff... Huff... I think... I lost her for good.. I sat exhausted on the fuchsia colored amor asiento in the living room. Thoughts raced through my mind that seemed like 800-mph! "Celeste? Honey, why do tu look so pooped out?" I looked up, it was Aunt Natalie, with her mellow look. "Ah, yeah I.. Never-mind, i-its nothing!" She tilted her head, I guess I just made it más suspicious.. She came and sat down siguiente to me. "C'mon sweetie, tu can tell auntie anything!" She petted my head gently. Aunt Natalie was always a lot nicer than my mother, shes never too hard on me, and she really treats me like a little kid sometimes! "Well... If I tell tu will tu promise not to get mad and not tell mother!" She looked down at the wooden flooring. She let out a sigh. "Yes honey, please tell me now." Her calmness matched her beauty and lush autumn colored hair, which matched with her snow white skin. As beautiful as a rose in bloom! "Well... I.. While in the forest.. I met.. A girl." I paused, mariposas tickled the inside of my stomach. "And why was that so bad? Its wonderful to meet new friends, did tu get along well?" I cringed. "She was a WIZARD!" I cried and dropped my head on my aunt's shoulder. She didn't speak in quite a while, I bet she was disappointed that I did such a thing. Finally she said, "Don't worry honey, tu didn't know." Her long curled eye lashes flapped with her blink. "You.. Aren't mad?" I sniffled and looked up at her face. She shook her head slowly. "No.. After all those nasty wizards are excellent disguisers.I won't tell your mother." I smiled and hugged aunt Natalie. "I amor you."
The siguiente día I walked outside and towards the Goddess Pond. Its the Goddess of Oracle's favorito! pond, theres even a statue of her! Shes beautiful! Every now and then people (as well as myself) come to pray and wish for good luck for anything. I poised my hands and closed my eyes. "Oh dear Goddess of Oracle, please take my wish and promise that no más violence o wars towards Witches will happen..." I bowed and threw in a coin from my pocket into the beloved pond. As I walked away I began to think if it was disrespectful for me to not wish any wars for the wizards.. I mean, they may not be all bad-What am I talking about? They're horrendous! But still... The Goddess of Oracle never judged anyone from their class, whether they were a witch nor wizard. She believe there was no change in anyone. I wonder if I should follow that too? .....I'll have to sleep on that, it'd be a big step in my religion after all.. And what on earth would my Mother o Aunt Natalie think?
Huff... Huff... I think... I lost her for good.. I sat exhausted on the fuchsia colored amor asiento in the living room. Thoughts raced through my mind that seemed like 800-mph! "Celeste? Honey, why do tu look so pooped out?" I looked up, it was Aunt Natalie, with her mellow look. "Ah, yeah I.. Never-mind, i-its nothing!" She tilted her head, I guess I just made it más suspicious.. She came and sat down siguiente to me. "C'mon sweetie, tu can tell auntie anything!" She petted my head gently. Aunt Natalie was always a lot nicer than my mother, shes never too hard on me, and she really treats me like a little kid sometimes! "Well... If I tell tu will tu promise not to get mad and not tell mother!" She looked down at the wooden flooring. She let out a sigh. "Yes honey, please tell me now." Her calmness matched her beauty and lush autumn colored hair, which matched with her snow white skin. As beautiful as a rose in bloom! "Well... I.. While in the forest.. I met.. A girl." I paused, mariposas tickled the inside of my stomach. "And why was that so bad? Its wonderful to meet new friends, did tu get along well?" I cringed. "She was a WIZARD!" I cried and dropped my head on my aunt's shoulder. She didn't speak in quite a while, I bet she was disappointed that I did such a thing. Finally she said, "Don't worry honey, tu didn't know." Her long curled eye lashes flapped with her blink. "You.. Aren't mad?" I sniffled and looked up at her face. She shook her head slowly. "No.. After all those nasty wizards are excellent disguisers.I won't tell your mother." I smiled and hugged aunt Natalie. "I amor you."
The siguiente día I walked outside and towards the Goddess Pond. Its the Goddess of Oracle's favorito! pond, theres even a statue of her! Shes beautiful! Every now and then people (as well as myself) come to pray and wish for good luck for anything. I poised my hands and closed my eyes. "Oh dear Goddess of Oracle, please take my wish and promise that no más violence o wars towards Witches will happen..." I bowed and threw in a coin from my pocket into the beloved pond. As I walked away I began to think if it was disrespectful for me to not wish any wars for the wizards.. I mean, they may not be all bad-What am I talking about? They're horrendous! But still... The Goddess of Oracle never judged anyone from their class, whether they were a witch nor wizard. She believe there was no change in anyone. I wonder if I should follow that too? .....I'll have to sleep on that, it'd be a big step in my religion after all.. And what on earth would my Mother o Aunt Natalie think?
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits por Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to mover tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fuego earlier, and let me tell tu journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fuego ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits por Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to mover tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fuego earlier, and let me tell tu journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fuego ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a árbol
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the parte superior, arriba tu see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this día those who were near dicho it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
siguiente chapter "The pookie Returns"
