The Chronicles of Yonder Old

Chronicle I: The Adventure of Jack and Jill

Chapter 1

"Jack!" I yelled over the sound of the crashing waves. The wind blew my beautiful golden locks away from my face as I ran across the rocks. I struggled to keep up with Jack as he sprinted farther down the beach.

"You'll never catch me Jill!" He turned to shout back at me with a grin. I chuckled softly at his childish ways. Jack really hadn't changed in all the years I'd known him. Ever since the day we met in 1nd grade, he'd always been so silly and immature. But maybe that's what I loved about him, not that I would ever tell him that. After all, he did have a girlfriend.

Finally, after chasing after Jack for a mile and my feet practically bleeding from the rocks, we reached the beach hut where we had spent practically every summer together since 2nd grade. I smiled to see our beautiful beach hut and suddenly all the memories flooded back into my mind. I was so excited to spend the summer with Jack and his hilarious Indian family. His family is so funny and kind, after all, they did adopt Jack when no one else wanted him.

"Hey Jill, let's go check in with the rest of the fam!" he turned to me.

I hoped that this would be the summer where I finally told Jack how I felt about him. Little did I know that this summer, everything would change.

Chapter 2

We walked down to Jack's family convenience store; it was Seven-Eleven of course. As we walked in Mr. Ranangananpour called out in his traditional Indian accent, "Hello Jill, how are you? Good? Good, good, good, good. Very well, Mrs. Ranangananpour has some cookies in the back."

Jack and I entered into the back section of the store. It was hot and steamy back there, from all the cookie baking. This was a special Seven-Eleven that bakes cookies. They were hot, squishy, moist, delicious cookies. They felt so good in my mouth. I want Jack to feed me cookies.

We finally found Mrs. Ranangananpour and she politely asked me, "Hello Jill, try my cookie cookie. Try my cookie cookie. Here, have my cookie cookie. Cookie cookie." I felt the sudden urge to slap her but I refrained. I didn't want to slap my lover's mother.

"No thanks, I'm okay," I replied as Jack grabbed six cookies in each hand and shoved them into his mouth.

"What? I like cookies," was all he could say.

I watched as Jack gloriously gulped down the cookies like they were fudge on a hot summer's day. Gosh, he's so cute, I thought. I wish I could eat him like he's eating those cookies. Yummy yum. Yum. Yum. I continued thinking about him and I, until he broke my daydream by saying, "Hello."

"What?" I said.

"It's me."

Chapter 3

"No cookie for you Jill honey shmuckins?" said Mrs. Ranangananpour.

If only she knew what happened to me in the third grade. It was a dark summer day, and the clouds were gray. I had just got to the beach with Jack, and we set our towel and chairs down. As soon as I sat down, I realized a soft, squishy, mushy, petushy object was existing underneath my tushe. I suddenly looked down, and saw a chocolate chip cookie sitting on the bottom of my chair. I stood up suddenly, and I'll never forget the words that Jack uttered to me in that moment:

"Is that poop?"

Ever since that day, I had never dared to eat, think, touch, or come in the presence of a cookie. The fact that Mrs. Ranangananpour even offered me a cookie makes me feel worse than a turtle trying to attack a coyote.

"Jack, we need to get out of here."

"Jill what's wrong?"

"I want you to draw me like one of your French girls."