I AM AN ASPIRING AUTHOR, IS THIS GOOD?
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Sam MacBride
Spring had always been my favorite season, I didn’t really know why. Maybe it was the way the flowers woke from their winter sleep, or the way the birds would softly wake you in the morning. But my favorite thing out of all of that was the smell of spring, brought about by a brisk breeze. Such as the sweet smell of grass, or the freshly baked pies my grandmother would make, then leave in the windowsill. I would remember that my mother would open all of the windows in our house and let the fresh air flow though. My fondest memory was meeting my neighbor and my best friend, Jesse Lawrence. He was a small shorter than me until middle school, but his charm and wit made up for it. His eyes were like puddles of water, and they were so deep they made me just stop and reckon. I would mess up his sandy blonde hair, and he would turn red and smooth it back down. We would stay up until midnight sometimes talking to each other without even saying anything. I would keep a note book under my bed and write him small notes. Since the windows of our rooms were facing each other we could see into each others room, and that way we could write notes all night if we wanted to.
When we reached eighth grade he would comfort me when my heart was broken over something, and say “its okay, Sam.” Sometimes if I was sad enough, he would hug me, like my dad would when I was small, and he would and place his head on top of mine. We would sit in our place we had made in the woods; a small clearing over by the stream, and talk all day if. If he was depressed, like when he didn’t make the football team, I knew where he would be. He went here, to Clayton City, Tennessee, in second grade. When I hadn’t gotten glasses yet, and when my two front teeth were still missing. He didn’t care, we were nearly instantly friends. He went in with his mom and dad, and his older sister, Kennedy. Now, nearly ten years later, we’re still best friends, and his parents have no intention of moving.
I wasn’t a normal teenage girl either, I was an outcast. I was always wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and never wearing the latest styles. People would question me if I was in college, because I was extremely tall for a girl. I would laughed and shake my head to say no. I didn’t fit in really well; I didn’t even have my own car. Luckily Jesse got his license in tenth grade; otherwise we would have to ride on the bus.
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Jesse Lawrence
I remember that one spring day in second grade when I went from California, all the way to Tennessee. It was a small town called Clayton City, I knew everything was going to be okay, but I was still nervous. We went to a small neighborhood, where there were about ten houses. It seemed so much more open compared to the crowded streets of San Francisco. I was excited about having a huge yard, that way I could finally get that dirt bike my dad had promised. Our house was two tales and had an enormous porch that wrapped all of the way around the house. The white paint was peeling, and one of the shutters was missing. That very day my neighbor girl walked right over to my house and started talking to me, I kind of liked her, she was really nice. Now… well now she is my best friend, nearly ten years later. The only terrible thing about it is next year it senior year and then college. From what I know were not going to the same college. I mean she’s my best friend, with her long chocolate brown hair that feels like silk running through my fingers, and her grassy green eyes hidden behind her glasses.
Chapter One
Like is one thing, but them loving you back is another…
“Hi Mrs. MacBride,” Jesse said as he tossed his messenger bag on the floor by the rickety screen door, “Is Sam ready yet?” he walked over to the kitchen table with mismatching chairs and sat down.
“I reckon so,” she said drying her hands on a dish towel, “Sam, honey, Jesse’s here!”
“Okay!!!” a faint yell from Sam came echoing down to the kitchen, “Owww!”
“What now?” Mrs. MacBride muttered under her breath. “Jesse will you go check on her?”
“Sure,” he walked over to the stairs and went up them two at a time. The upstairs hallway was dimly lit by the early morning light, and he could hear Sam clattering around in her bedroom. He knocked on the door.
“Yea?” Sam’s muffled voice came from the opposite side of the door.
“Your mom sent me up, you screamed,” Jesse answered.
“Oh, yea, a box fell on my head,” she answered opening her bedroom door. She had her backpack and she quietly shut the door. “Let’s go!” Her hair was down and curly, and she was wearing jeans and a bright blue hoodie. Sam walked in front of Jesse down the stairs and to her warm colored kitchen.
“Breakfast?” Mrs. MacBride raised her eyebrows. Sam picked up a piece of toast, and took a bite out of it. Jesse picked up his bag and Sam grabbed her scarf off the coat rack by the door.
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“Bye mom,” Sam said walking out the front door onto the small black porch.
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Comments
I like yours If you post it on line I want to read it
Answer mine please
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090915155513AA6XU7r
It’s excellent I guess.
It rambled on abit though…
mine please, ANYONE?
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Awesome
ur really excellent
it’s really not terrible, but it’s not a masterpiece either. you seem to do a lot of telling and describing, when you need to show people more – they can figure out a lot for themselves, you don’t have to tell them it all at once
please answer mine?
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I really liked it, and that’s saying something for me. The tales on here usually suck. Please let me know when you continue it.
i agree with dancergrrl. its not terrible, there’s a lot worse on here. keep going and cut out anything unnecessary. try using more imaginative words as well.
please answer mine
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