Why not?(Author B)

Simple me

Okay, right now I don't know how to start this, so... yeah.

Elizabeth here. I'm not going to explain to you how I got through a million iMacs armed with potatoes right now, because you're going to find out later, but here's my life.

When I was a tiny little baby, I couldn't really do anything, so I mostly ate and slept and did... well, you know, stuff. But when I reached the age five, things started changing. Like, a lot.

This started on August 26th, so we weren't exactly doing anything. But suddenly, this random person started ringing the doorbell repeatedly and nonstop, really fast. The babysitter, Elena, thought that it was just a carpet guy who was coming to sing "The Carpet Cleaner Song" to try to annoy us and "encourage" the little kids. Anyways, when she checked the blinds to see who was there, and she looked really surprised. When we asked her who it was, she told us to take a look really fast so the person wouldn't notice us. Standing outside was a man in a tuxedo with bubble-coated vitamins flying out of the ends. He was holding a bright pink TV remote and kept ringing the doorbell. Elena told us (I have a twin sister, yes, her name is Heather) to go upstairs while she answered the door. We headed to our secret hiding fort- I know that sounds kiddy, but we do have a fort that is 7'6" tall. You most likely won't believe this, but all of my friends don't even see it until I point it out to them. Even then, it takes a really long time for them to realize it's there. But anyways, we went in there to watch the guy, and the first thing we did was our invisibility check because we have to be invisible with the fort. Really, it makes us unseen the way itself is. Whew. Okay, I'm focusing now. When Elena opened the door, the guy said,

"Hello. My name is Stewart and I was wondering if the children in this household would like to start their very first course in S.T.E.W., which is Student's Teaching with Effort in Wandwork. It is a program for very talented children to learn what the efforts of magic mean to the world and why some and most of us do not believe in it. The teachers, including me, have all gone to S.T.E.W. and have picked the children here to come too. Our relationship with humans and the magic of Eartheanpanza are very, very important to our-"

"Excuse me, but what in the world is 'Eartheapanza' and why would you just come barging to this house and ask me about kids going in this 'stew' thing?" Elena said.

"selves."

"What!?"

"My apologies, I was finishing my sentence . Eartheapanza is the real word for earth, and S.T.E.W. is a camp."

Heather and I exchanged glances. Why would this Stewart guy just start going on and on about this stew camp thing right when people opened the door?

Elena was looking so surprised, she could've burst into a thousand pieces.

When she came back from her own surprised world, she said,

"I'm sorry, no, the children here are not interested in your stew camp thing or whatever. I still don't understand why you would come doing this, and when I do, maybe I'll contact you."

Stewart looked halfway pleased. He happily gave Elena his number, which was quite a strange on account of it wasn't numbers but letters:N-O-Q-U-I-T-T-I-N-G-S-T-E-W. This made Elena even more unsure about this guy, and all she said was, " I will not allow you to contact me often," and closed the door. When we came out of our fort, she told us to be very careful of "this kind of lot" and when we saw these people, we shouldn't answer the door.

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I climbed out of bed and stretched. Last night I had been thinking about the man called Stewart that had asked Elena if we had wanted to go to S.T.E.W., and I decided to think that he was just messing around. Besides, I wouldn't have any time to think about that, because I needed to go to the barn to practice my jumps and not fall off while galloping. Actually, now that I think it through, I've only fallen off once when I was going to go on the jump sets. I have two horses, two ponies, and a mini horse that is a pony, which makes it twice the amount smaller than a pony. If you understand what I'm trying to say, good. If you don't... then you'll just have to pretend you do and maybe you will understand later. 

               As I slipped into my riding pants and shirt, I could imagine what it would be like if I was a rider who always won in competitions and never fell off or made a mistake. After getting on some socks, boots, and boot chaps (if you know what those are, then you're a good riding learner), I headed for the barn where all my riding stuff is. Deciding I would ride Ruso, one of the horses,(the horse horses) I groomed and tacked her up for the ride.

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                I guess the ride wasn't too bad, and I didn't fall off. Actually, it was more fun than usual, because now that I got boot chaps, the top of my boots wouldn't get stuck in parts of the saddle. For eleven years I had been working for them eight hours a day, doing chores and helping everyone else do their chores. It really wasn't fair, me having to work so much for that long. And by the way, I'm thirteen. But anyways, to do that and convince both of my parents to get them for me, because the used, broken cheap ones are, like, ten dollars and the slightly used/new, good ones are around a hundred-fifty dollars or something like that. Okay, okay, getting back to the point now. 

                               So anyways, I went on the horse ride and everything, but this time it seemed a little different. Ruso kept on getting spooked at random times when there wasn't anything that would have her spooked, and even when there are things that do spook horses, she usually doesn't get spooked. And that's only one thing.  The second thing was that I never seemed to get tired or frustrated when we had to miss one of the jumps. The third thing was that Ruso wasn't responding to me, and it wasn't normal because she is avery  good horse. The fourth thing was that I felt like I could do anything without falling off or making a mistake. I'm not saying I did it, I'm just saying that I felt like I could do it. 

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                       As I was thinking about my strange riding at the barn, my brain suspected that it had to do with the guy called Stewart that was a teacher at S.T.E.W.( Ha ha, Stewart and S.T.E.W.) Actually, my brain knew it had to do with Stewart. No, it couldn't be. Elena had said we weren't interested in it.

 No, it couldn't be. Elena had said we weren't interested in it.

But she took his number into her contacts.