Story ideas

Authors Note and UPDATE!!!!!

So, I know, I haven't published anything lately. On this book, and the rest of mine. I am so, so sorry. However, there is a logical explanation. My parents just bought a little camp by a lake. AND IT HAS NO WIFI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *growls* So I can't do wattpad! Yay!!!!!! *cough sarcasm cough*

But I'm sure if you are reading this, you want to read a story idea, so here:

Forest wonder: Pretty much: Moves to Montana, bad guys, magic, protecting the forest and wildlife, yada yada yada, just read it already

"Bring!!! Bring!!! Bring!!!" A sleepy tan hand reached out from under the covers to hit the snooze button. It groped around for it, managing to find it. I rose out of my bed, checking the time on my clock. 8:30. I stumble out of bed, find jeans and a slightly dirty shirt and pull them on. I pause at the door to look out my window. I saw a forest. So different than the beach I saw out of my window in California.

I had moved just a week ago. My mom and dad had some problems going on. For the last month, it seem like whenever they're together they yell and scream at each other. I hated it. Finally my mom decided to move. And she was taking us. So here we are in this dusty old house that nobody has lived in for ten years. When I say that, I mean cobwebs everywhere, and a thin layer of dust over everything. And may I just say that I have dust allergies.

I go downstairs, which seems almost unnatural to me. In California, we lived in a one story apartment building, so I never went down or up any stairs in it. And we got here so late last night that we didn't put up any furniture, so I get some cereal and eat it at my box of clothes. When I'm done, I decide to head outside with my sketchbook and draw landscapes.

Bundled in a puffy jacket, I sit in a little nook in a big rock. I'm just finishing drawing when I look up and; WOW, how did I miss that. I see a huge, but old, tree house in the shape on a medieval castle. There is a farmer close by, so there's a huge fence around his property, and he's the only one around here for a few miles. My family bought the house and a whole bunch of land, and I guess that came with it. I decide to ask my mom about it, and check it out.

So one hour later, I'm walking towards the tree house. My mom replied that she thought I might what a little space of my own, to help cope with the changes. And I do. I wasn't ready to leave. I'm angry at her for not giving me a choice. I never had a say in anything. But I really want to check this place out. I could never have something like this in CA. But first I want to see if they left anything valuable behind, or if anything has taken up residence in it.

I find a rope ladder leading to the entrance. I was never good at climbing a rope, and now I'm having trouble with this. One of the first things I need to do to this place is get a staircase. Struggling majorly, I make it to the top. I take a good look around. I see some old toys that are half destroyed, and I make a toss pile in the corner. There's a nice table I decide to keep in here, and something interesting on it. Cautiously, I walked towards it. When I'm one and a half feet away, it lights up. How did it do that?

I can see it clearly. It looks like an amethyst. I pick it up,and it lights up. How in the world is it doing that? Then I start wondering.

Magic is something you believe in when you're young. I used to build amazing fairy houses with furniture. And I once tried to make a list of what I would wish for if I got three wishes. But then when you get older, you stop believing. You doubt that it is real. I never considered that it might be real once I hit the age of ten. Why would I?

But yet when I held it, I believed. I think this is magic. But I put it down, and continue to clean the tree house out. I find plenty of junk, some things I might donate, and a small percent of stuff to keep. After sweeping and dusting, I think the place is ready. What used to be a piece of junk is now a nice little girls only hangout. I pause to admire my work. It isn't half bad. I look at where I could put some lights, and comfy chairs to chillax with my friends. Wait. That's right. They are all in California. Ha ha ha........ No. Like, really Mom?

"Liz! I need you!" My moms voice pulls me back. I have to head in for dinner. So I do, after dropping the gem off in my room. We need to unpack. So instead of hanging out in the tree house I spent the whole rest of the day toting boxes upstairs and unpacking them. My mom moved most of the heavy furniture, so I didn't have to. I neatly arrange all my books in my bookshelf once it's in my room. I sigh when I see it contains all my textbooks for the next school year. Why did mom need to buy them already? School starts in a month! I still have 30 stress free days, and I want to enjoy them. With that all done, I start to fill up my closet. That takes roughly one hour. I have so much stinking clothes! And then it's dinner. Dinner is a simple thing of microwave mac and cheese. I love the creaminess of the cheese sauce. They say it's sauce, but it's like cheesy goo. You know what? That is exactly what it is. Liquid cheese. Liquid heaven. I love cheese. Probably way to much, but I don't care!

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"Ahh," I sigh in relief as the hot water meets my skin. Right now the shower feels like heaven. Compared to the weather outside, which is cold even in the middle of summer, it's the best thing ever. I lather up my hair with conditioner, and scrub myself clean. I breath in deeply, and smell my rosemary mint hair products. Honestly, it smells good but smells nothing like it probably should of. Like grape medicine. They say it tastes like grape with little or no artificial flavor, yet it just tastes like a bunch of chemicals.

That night I go to sleep thinking about things that should have been, and thing that haven't been, what would happen if I didn't do something, and time.

Here you go, first on in a while, as always. tell me what you think about it, good or bad, in the comments, vote, all dat stuff I'm kinda to lazy to type out. ;-)

Oh, and if you want me to post more of any of the stories, I can, so just tell me! Kay?

Thanks for reading! Peace!

-Klover02

PS. Do you guys like me doing the thing above, or should I stop? Just wondering.

PPS. SAO!!!!!!!!!!!!! *squeels* *then crys because major feels attack from it and TFIOS* How does TFIOS correct to MAFIOSO? like da hell is that?

PPPS. Apparently  it means a member of the mafia. ........................... well then.................. Oh well!