Broken Part I

Shelby's town has a tradition of tossing small purchases in the creek near their mall but when it doesn't add up on how they disappear, Shelby and her friends investigate, only to have tragety hit...

Chapter one

Broken

Part I

　

　

　

I walked to the front of the class, looked around and waited for Mr. Coombs to stop scribbling something on the previous person’s grading sheet. Finally, he set down his pencil, locked eyes with me and waved me to begin, therefore, I did.

 

“There’s a bridge on the edge of town that everyone walks over. They have to since it’s the only way to get to the town’s mall after they park their car. With the bridge comes a tradition though; when leaving you must toss one of your purchases into the creek below. It is said that an ancestor from our town, Randolf Higgory, began this tradition.

 

“Higgory was one of the more wealthy in the town and had been going to the mall for new business suits and presents for his spoiled daughter, Morgan. When he was coming back from the original mall that had been built before ours, he was crossing the bridge, only to have a big gust of wind come and sweep a small trinket out of his hands. The trinket rolled off the bridge before being dropped into the creek. He was about to chase after it when a small orphaned child came out of the trees surrounding the river, bent over and picked it up. She was small, probably no older than eight, had brown hair and big, glassy brown eyes to match. The orphaned child looked at the trinket, a small stuffed bear, with longing. Nevertheless, she brought it back up the hill to Randolf and handed it back to him. Randolf looked at the petite, frail child who was walking back down the hill towards the trees.”

 

“Little girl!” cried Randolf as he trudged down the hill after the child.

 

“The girl turned around and as she did, Randolf put the stuffed animal into her hands and wrapped her feeble fingers around it. The little girl was ecstatic and ran off into the woods with her new and only toy. Randolf had seen the joy in the girl’s eyes and every time he passed over the bridge from shopping, he tossed something into the water for the little girl. Each time the girl came out of the trees and gathered the item in the water… until one day.“

 

“Randolf had watched the child turn into a teenaged girl and believed she needed more mature gifts. He flung paper and pencils in a small bag into the creek so she could learn to write and then, he waited. The girl never came. Every time he would toss something into the creek and wait, and eventually others began to do it too. They still do it to this day. Not everyone does it though because some people don’t know about it or they don’t have a purchase they want to throw in. A few years ago, we had to stop because investigators said that we were littering but after a three mile search of finding nothing in the water, they concluded that good Samaritans were cleaning the creek.”

 

“That is why we sometimes toss little things we buy into the creek,” I said with a final huff, finishing up right before the bell rang. We had had the paper to work on for over two weeks but I procrastinated and did it last night. A ten minute speech summarized in three minutes, my usual communication arts work.

 

I grabbed my paper, scribbled my name in the upper right hand corner and handed it to Mr. Coombs, my last block teacher. He looked at me in dismay but let me leave without his usual, you could have done so much better or you have so much potential speech. First, doesn’t he know that saying so makes you sound like you don’t have the ability to think of better words and second, it was Friday and, I guess, even teachers have plans.

 

I crammed my books in my locker then pushed the door closed quickly because it creaked. I began walking down the crowded hallway, nudging my way to the door, as I pulled out my phone. My friends and I had been planning a mall trip for the past couple of weeks and they were spending the night at my house before we left in the morning. I texted them to come over whenever they felt like it and was nearly out the door when my phone dinged, signaling they both responded with the usual ok. I crammed my phone back in my pocket and headed out to my car. Rain was trickling from the heavens as the temperature kept dropping. I pulled my sweatshirt’s hood over my long brown hair and trudged over to my truck. It was white, banged up, rusted in the back… pretty much a piece of crap, but it was mine. I stuck in the keys then twisted and jiggled the handle till the door moaned and popped open for me. I threw my bag in the back and ducked inside and scooted into the driver’s seat.

 

Parking lot furiousness overcame me as I waited ten minutes before I could even back out of my parking space, forced to listen to the static channel on the radio that was on every station. Impatiently, I tapped my fingers on the black steering wheel. An eternity after that, I was finally able to let my truck free as I sped down the road out of the school lot.

 

Giant globs of water thumped against the hood as I drove the ten miles down North Highway to my house. There was an eerie quiet with only the faint outline of dim headlights that belonged to the one car I passed. I concentrated on the road and the sounds of the storm. Thunder rumbled like it was the overpowering roar of the laughter of the God’s. It made my truck shiver as it passed over the coal black asphalt as I approached my driveway. My driveway was the only one down the entire road that still was filled with loose gravel and worn-down pot holes large enough to engulf a tire if not careful. It was about fifty feet long and my truck had splatters of mud-paint caked all over it when I finally reached the house.

 

I jerked the keys out, waiting for my truck to dully roar hinting it turned off, before I made a run towards the house. My feet squished against the runny muck and struck the hard pieces of gravel on my way to the sidewalk. I jumped the hedge instead of going around it on my desperate way to refuge until I hit the concrete pathway that led me to the sheltered front porch. I turned at the rumble of Kelsi’s car as it began to pull into my driveway. I waved and turned to unlock the door with the key hidden in the thermometer next to the doorbell. It was cold and my freezing fingers fumbled to get the key out of the case holding it.

 

I finally pried the key out of the back of the case and shut the thermometer box when I began to hear wet footsteps scuttling across the sidewalk towards me. I was trying to place the key in the hole to unlock the door as Kelsi scurried beside me.

 

“Can you hurry up Shelby? Its thirty-five out here and all we have on are jackets and

torn up gloves. I‘m surprised this rain isn‘t snow,” She said, her breath omitting a white fog .

 

“I’m sorry, I’m just so cold. The heater is busted in my truck again and the window wouldn’t shut all the way…” I mumbled, finally sticking the key in and opening the door.

 

We walked in, throwing our bags on my couch in the living room, then walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge as Kelsi began opening the cabinets. Kelsi was tall with dark hair and hazel brown eyes that always made me jealous since mine were only a solid green muck. I grabbed a carton of milk and a couple glasses and Kelsi grabbed the double stuffed Oreos. We sat at my wooden table and opened the Oreos and poured some milk, periodically checking the time.

 

“How late till Samantha gets here do you think?” I asked, separating the two sides of my Oreo.

 

“Oh, who knows? She had to take her boyfriend home again. Wouldn’t it be nice if she could snag a guy who could drive her home?” She said with a smirk.

 

I giggled and looked down at my now soggy, milk filled cookie as I stirred it around in my glass. We always joked about her. Sure, she was our best friend but when it came to good decisions, she didn’t make them. I’m not saying I never have made a mistake but, I don’t make the same one time after time.

 

“Maybe when she goes to college she will. She’ll be forced to be around guys with cars!” I exclaimed.

 

“Oh no! Not guys that have cars and can actually drive them!” Kelsi mocked as we both burst with laughter.

 

About half an hour later, Samantha pulled in the driveway. We heard her car door shut, followed by her faint footsteps bouncing against the wet mud puddles until she reached the door. She walked in, her dirty blonde hair dripping and her blue eyes furious as she came and sat with us.

 

“Where’s my milk and cookies?” she asked, tossing her bags under the table.

 

“You got here too late. They’re all gone,” Kelsi said making a frown melt down her face.

 

“You know where the cups are, grab one and pour some milk and grab a cookie if you want one that bad,” I yawned getting up to grab some chocolate syrup.

 

“Everyone is talking about your fantastic report you did last block today. They said it was what, two… three minutes long? He’s going to fail you again. Why don’t you just write a good paper? We know you can do it, you want to be an author,” Kelsi asked while licking the cream out of the center of the Oreo.

 

“I know I can do better, and yes, becoming an author is my dream. That’s exactly why I don’t do well now. I want everyone to see how amazing I can write when my first book hit’s the shelves,” I blabbed as I went into my own world, dreaming about my book being read by all.

 

“You are pretty damn smart. You know a big word for every little word I know!” Samantha exclaimed.

 

“Yeah, like diminutive. Its another word for little.”

 

“Exactly! See what I mean?”

 

“Yes, I see what you mean.”

 

We sat and talked until it was around four and then we crammed into my truck and drove to the movie rental store in town. We got a few movies and came back and popped in the scary one. Scary movies weren’t my favorite but Kelsi and Samantha enjoyed them so I could stand one. After that movie we watched the rest and had pizza for dinner. Finally we passed out to the soundtrack of movie we were watching about a girl getting lost only to have dreams about the shopping trip the next day.

 

. . .

 

I threw a pillow at Kelsi in an attempt to wake her up. She tossed and turned a little but then stopped and remained still. I used my blanket to throw at her now since I already used my pillow in my first failed attempt. This time there wasn’t even a speck of movement from her. Giving up, I struggled to my feet and trudged over to her.

 

“Kelsi, Samantha, get up, it’s seven,” I moaned, kicking their pillows in my last desperate attempt to get them to open their eyes.

 

They each made a few funny sounds but didn’t budge. I stepped over them, not too carefully, and walked into the kitchen. There was a note lying on the table.

 

Hey chickie. I had to go to work early but I put frozen waffles in the fridge to thaw out. I made sure to buy butter and syrup for them which is also in the fridge. Your father should be back by noon but by then you’ll probably have spent all the money you saved for today and are just window shopping. I’ll see you tonight!

-Mom

 

I smiled because she knew waffles were my favorite only when smothered in butter and drizzled with syrup. I crumpled the note and threw it in the recycling bin. Waffles were the perfect reason for Samantha and Kelsi to un-crust their eyes and get ready for the perfect day of shopping. I went to the fridge and pulled out the bag of half frozen waffles along with all the condiments mom had bought and the ones that were in the fridge that I thought Kelsi and Samantha might want.

 

“What’s for breakfast?” Kelsi mumbled as she walked in wearing our matching sleepwear; a long, off the shoulder dress that comes right above the knees.

 

“Waffles.”

 

“Oh yum, I love your house because you always have waffles. Whipped cream?”

 

“Yes, it’s always here incase I have a rainy day,” I said as the timer beeped for the waffles. I opened the iron the waffles were about to burn in and forked one as I pulled a plate out of the cabinet to lay the waffles on. The steam rising off them skipped around looking for noses to enter to make us hungrier.

 

“Those smell like those waffle kind of foods,” Samantha whispered as she wobbled in, still half asleep. She plopped down in a chair and laid her head on the table, almost falling asleep again.

 

“Samantha! Wake up, it’s shopping time!” Kelsi screamed right next to Samantha’s head.

 

“Gosh, okay. Just shut up and give me a waffle,” she yelled back.

 

We ate quickly, mixing the butter with the syrup; licking it off our fingers as it slid down them, making them sticky and slick at the same time. We passed napkins around and

then threw our paper plates in the bin and put everything else where it was suppose to be. Kelsi grabbed her keys and we followed her. We were taking her car seeing it was the

biggest which provided more bag space.We piled in her hybrid and set off to the mall. We listened to music and sang along, having a good time like friends do. As Kelsi drove, Samantha and I were in the back calculating the fastest root to all of our favorite stores and digging through our purses for coupons and cards. We parked in the malls parking lot about twenty minutes later and began walking towards the mall. We walked to the edge of the bridge and watched a girl fling a small plastic bracelet into the creek below.

 

“I still don’t get how that stuff get’s out of the creek. Some of it doesn’t float, it just sinks and yet, people don’t find it or see the people who supposedly clean it out,” Samantha said as we watched the bracelet float down the creek and get stuck in a tree branch that was snagged on the creek bed.

 

“I know. It’s a mystery. Do you think fish eat them? Are there even fish in the creek? I heard Jessica say all the fish died because of what people throw in there, ” Kelsi

exclaimed.

 

“There have to be fish in there somewhere, it’s connected to the ocean like 200 miles down, or something like that,” I explained to them, “Maybe we can find something and throw it in and follow it and see where it goes.”

 

“And we can hide in the trees to follow it! That way, we can see how it gets out of the water!” Samantha said, putting her two cents in.

 

We went in the mall and there were hundreds of people already there. It was as though we were ants packed in dirt, scrambling around for the best food brought in when in reality, we were only sale hungry teens ready to fight for the best deal. Elbowing our way through the crowd, we made it to our favorite store, Wreckage, and started there.

Author's Note

Once more, hard core critique please. How is the character development, plot, is it understandable, ect. I broke this chapter into 3 parts now so it would be easier to review. This is the beginning so not that much is going on yet, but there are a few chunks of foreshadowing if you want to try to guess them;)

Reviews

[The Perfectionist]

Something I like doing when I read a piece of some length is to break the review up into segments, commenting on each part as I go.

- Part One: Currently main character is at parking lot, leaving school
The first bit is a little confusing to read because you're telling a story from a character's perspective without making that obvious. The use of quotations hints at it, but I would make that clearer somehow if I were you. Opening with dialogue only really works if we already know someone is speaking.

Further, your English is a little strange. Certain parts, like "It was dark, rainy, and cold. I pulled my sweatshirt's hood over my long brown hair" stick out. Description is good, but it should come naturally as part of the story. That feels more like exposition for exposition's sake. It's not necessarily bad, but it is obvious. Some of your sentences could also be worded better, and you have at least a couple run-ons strewn throughout (the opening sentence of the 'parking lot' paragraph is a good example)

- Part Two: Sleepover
Okay, same thing "coal black asphalt". This is assumed to be familiar territory for your character and you're giving her internal monologue, so what you're writing as exposition is taken by the reader to be her thoughts. No one thinks that about somewhere they know like the back of their hand. There is such a thing as too much description. Also, in that first paragraph, you want to say gods', not god's.

You need a comma after 'asked' when she's playing with her Oreos

Don't say 'about half an hour later at three thirty'. That's redundant. Just stick with about half an hour later. We don't need to know the actual time (though I'm wondering where they go to high school that they can get home from a ten mile drive at three).

Also, Sam got there 'too late' not 'to late'. Comma after 'Kelsi said' and 'yawned' and 'Kelsi asked'. In general, when you're adding a dialogue tag, if you have an action afterwards, you want a comma in there.

'hits the shelves', not 'hit the shelves'

Okay, the dialogue is alright, but your description surrounding it is just dry. The whole narration is said without any emotion or any passion, which is really freaking weird in context because teenage girls tend to be buckets of emotion and you're writing this from Shelby's perspective.

Part Three: Shopping
Does anyone actually say 'Whip cream'? Pretty sure it's whipped cream or whipping cream
'In case' is two words
The sentence that follows that about opening the iron is just atrociously written. Rework that so it's readable.
Plus side: The line about steam looking for noses is your best point of description thus far

Okay, I'm going to stop doing this here and just keep reading until the end. You need to actually proofread this; there are far too many spelling and grammatical errors for me to quote every one for you.


Like a toddler waving a broadsword around, you have a good weapon but no idea how to use it. Your vocabulary is decently large but you never use it to any decent effect. All of your descriptions are baseless and dry, and there's no emotion in this thing at all. What I presume was supposed to be a shocking moment, when she falls into the creek, just made me laugh because of how you worded it.

This chapter is also way too long. you could have made it into three, easily, by breaking it up where you have those dotted lines. It's too much and too disconnected.

Okay, I'm finally done. Where to even begin now...well, I've said a lot already, so I won't repeat myself too much. There are a lot of corrections above, but your biggest problem is that this is flat. There's absolutely no emotion, no feeling to any of this at all. Shelby's a teenage girl, she should be BURSTING with feelings and quirks and life and you've given her nothing at all. This is about as emotional as a documentary on the life and times of the least interesting man on the planet.

As for character development, there is none. Shelby doesn't learn or grow or expand and neither does anyone else. For all of this length, it all just sits there, doing nothing.

The plot COULD work (certainly better than some other stories with teenage girl protagonists I could think of) but you're mishandling it so badly that it was a chore just to get through to the end. You've got too many unnecessary descriptive words and not enough ones that actually draw us into the story.

[Linear]

Bugger this is long, im going to shelve it for when i have more time, i will keep my promise

[Ian Faraway]

There were a lot of grammar errors (hardcore critique, right?) and I didn't quite get the title of the book with this part 1 chapter.... so I'll read on. So far, the characters seem like regular teenage girls.... who like waffles, apparantly. I like the story about the creek and the disappearing objects that get thrown in it. It's an interesting read though I don't really have a stance of whether I like or dislike it.

[Safe&sound<3 ♫]

i liked it! it's very well writen. there was only one place that i could not follow. it's very very good!

[Cassandra D.]

This is a very interesting story to read.
Although, the large paragraphs that are quotes, I think it would be easier to split it in half:

“There’s a bridge on the edge of town that everyone walks over. They have to since it’s the only way to get to the town’s mall after they park their car. With the bridge comes a tradition though; when leaving you must toss one of your purchases into the creek below. It is said that an ancestor from our town, Randolf Higgory, began this tradition.

"Higgory was one of the more wealthy in the town and had been going to the mall for new business suits and presents for his spoiled daughter, Morgan. When he was coming back from the original mall that had been built before ours, he was crossing the bridge, only to have a big gust of wind come and sweep a small trinket out of his hands. The trinket rolled of the bridge before being dropped it into the creek. He was about to chase after it when a small orphaned child came out of the trees surrounding the river, bent over and picked it up. She was small, probably no older than eight, had brown hair and big, glassy brown eyes to match. The orphaned child looked at the trinket, a small stuffed bear, with longing. Nevertheless, she brought it back up the hill to Randolf and handed it back to him. Randolf looked at the petite, frail child who was walking back down the hill towards the trees.”


... Well, I was told before that breaking long quotes like this keeps the reader from feeling "bored" or something like that.

But that was just a suggestion.
I'd continue to read some more...

[Kelley]

Your a pretty good writer Shelby. I like how you set up your first chapter and your sentence structure looks good and your spelling is all good. I don't have time to go into a love review because I too am in school(college) and have lots of home work today. But I like what I see and if I have time I will come back and read more. Keep up the great work.

Kelley

[Amanda Dawn Sanderson-G..]

Well crap, my review was nothing like E.H.'s.... ask if you want more detail as they have done.

[Amanda Dawn Sanderson-G..]

Part One:
Foreshadow - my best guess is that Shelby is going to find out the truth behind the disappearing of the items. I assume by her speech that she finds the creek an intriguing place (even though she spent only 3 mins writing her essay - PROCRASTINATION - don't we all?) and I get this feeling that Shelby is going to find someone that is retrieving the gifts... and maybe said person will gain a connection with Shelby - not sure of what kind of connection - but I think through this experience she just might have an even stronger story to tell of the creek. Ah, guessing games!


Your character development is very profound and I was able to understand quite a bit of their character and personalities through your early paragraphs and I am enjoying the plot and I am very excited to began to read more - it's understandable and very well written. PROPS!

[OT]

I really liked this!! the story at the beginning about the history of the tradition was brilliant, I loved it and was truly drawn into the story of the little girl collecting the overthrown purchases! very good!

As you asked for hardcore critique - the 6th paragraph reads a little confusingly - you've kind of said things but omitted words/punctuation which would make it easier for us: "He looked at me in dismay but let me leave without his usual, you could have done so much better or you have so much potential speech" - use quotation marks or a dash to separate it out a little!! and then the final sentence is also a little confusing to read, I knew what you were saying with the "first," but you could reword it a tiny bit to help with the flow of it.

The rest of it flowed pretty well!! it's a great story, your descriptions are pretty solid throughout - although at times, you draw out some of the sentences, so could cut them down a bit here and there to make it flow a little better, but honestly content wise this is a very strong start to a book, the story is great, and the descriptions and characters are portrayed very well, and life like!! a great start!!!

[Lowesy]

by the by, I know there are a few mistakes and stuff on my last review but after i had copy and pasted all of the story the little box was flickering up and down and i couldn't really see what i was writing. also the corrections are in brackets, but i guess you already guessed that.

Mark

[Lowesy]

yo, i don't usually read whatother people have reviewed so if i'm going over what they've said just ignore me, here we go:


I walked to the front of the class, looked around and waited for Mr. Coombs to stop scribbling something on the previous person’s grading sheet. Finally, He set down his pencil, locked eyes with me and waved me to begin, therefore, I did.

“There’s a bridge on the edge of town that everyone walks over. They have to since it’s the only way to get to the town’s mall after they park their car. With the bridge comes a tradition though; when leaving you must toss one of your purchases into the creek below. It is said that an ancestor from our town, Randolf Higgory, began this tradition. Higgory was one of the more wealthy (wealthier) in the town and had been going to the mall for new business suits and presents for his spoiled daughter, Morgan. When he was coming back from the original mall that had been built before ours, he was crossing the bridge, only to have a big gust of wind come and sweep a small trinket out of his hands. The trinket rolled of the bridge before being dropped it into the creek. He was about to chase after it when a small orphaned child came out of the trees surrounding the river, bent over and picked it up. She was small, probably no older than eight, had brown hair and big, glassy brown eyes to match. The orphaned child looked at the trinket, a small stuffed bear, with longing. Nevertheless, she brought it back up the hill to Randolf and handed it back to him. Randolf looked at the petite, frail child who was walking back down the hill towards the trees.”

“Little girl!” cried Randolf as he trudged down the hill after the child.

“The girl turned around and as she did, Randolf put the stuffed animal into her hands and wrapped her feeble fingers around it. The little girl was ecstatic and ran off into the woods with her new and only toy. Randolf had seen the joy in the girl’s eyes and every time he passed over the bridge from shopping, he tossed something into the water for the little girl. Each time the girl came out of the trees and gathered the item in the water… until one day. Randolf had watched the child turn into a teenaged (teenage) girl and believed she needed more mature gifts. He flung paper and pencils in a small bag into the creek so she could learn to write and then, he waited. The girl never came. Every time he would toss something into the creek and wait, and eventually others began to do it too. They still do it to this day. Not everyone does it though because some people don’t know about it or they don’t have a purchase they want to throw in. A few years ago, we had to stop because investigators said that we were littering but after a three mile search of finding nothing in the water, they believed that good Samaritans were cleaning the creek.”

“That is why we sometimes toss little things we buy into the creek,” I said with a final huff, finishing up right before the bell rang. We had had the paper to work on for over two weeks but I procrastinated and did it last night. A ten minute speech summarized in three minutes, my usual communication arts work.

I grabbed my paper, scribbled my name in the upper right hand corner and handed it to Mr. Coombs, my last block teacher. He looked at me in dismay but let me leave without his usual, you could have done so much better or you have so much potential speech. First, doesn’t he know that saying so makes you sound like you don’t have the ability to think of better words and second, it was Friday and, I guess, even teachers have plans.

I crammed my books in my locker then pushed the door closed quickly because it creaked. I began walking down the crowded hallway, nudging my way to the door, as I pulled out my phone. My friends and I had been planning a mall trip for the past couple of weeks and were spending the night at my house before we left in the morning. I texted them to come over whenever they felt like it (I sent them a quick text, letting know to come over whenever they wanted). I was nearly out the door when my phone dinged, signaling they both responded with the usual ok. I crammed my phone back in my pocket and headed out to my car. Rain was trickling from the heavens as the temperature kept dropping. I pulled my sweatshirt’s hood over my long brown hair and trudged over to my truck. It was white, banged up, rusted in the back… pretty much a piece of crap, but it was mine. I stuck in the keys then twisted and jiggled the handle till the door moaned and popped open for me. I threw my bag in the back and ducked inside and scooted into the driver’s seat.

Parking lot furiousness overcame me as I waited ten minutes before I could even back out of my parking space, forced to listen to the static channel on the radio that was on every station. Impatiently, I tap my fingers on the black steering wheel. An eternity after that, I was finally able to get my truck free as I sped down the road out of the school lot.

Giant globs of water thumped against the hood as I drove the ten miles down North Highway to my house. There was an eerie quiet with only the faint outline of dim headlights that belonged to the one car I passed. I concentrated on the road and the sounds of the storm. Thunder rumbled like it was the overpowering roar of the laughter of the God’s. It made my truck shiver as it passed over the coal black asphalt as I approached my driveway. My driveway was the only one down the entire road that still was filled with loose gravel and worn-down pot holes large enough to engulf a tire if not careful. It was about fifty feet long and my truck had splatters of mud-paint caked all over it when I finally reached the house.
I jerked the keys out, waiting for my truck to dully roar (let out a dull groan) hinting it turned off, before I made a run towards the house. My feet squished against the runny mud and struck the hard pieces of gravel on my way to the sidewalk. I jumped the hedge instead of going around it on my desperate way to refuge until I hit the concrete pathway that led me to the sheltered front porch. I turned at the rumble of Kelsi’s car as it began to pull into my driveway. I waved and turned to unlock the door with the key hidden in the thermometer next to the doorbell. It was cold and my freezing fingers fumbled to get the key out of the case holding it.

I finally pried the key out of the back of the case and shut the thermometer box. I heard wet footsteps scuttling across the sidewalk towards me. I was trying to place the key in the hole to unlock the door as Kelsi scurried beside me.

“Can you hurry up Shelby? Its thirty-five out here and all we have on are jackets and torn up gloves. I‘m surprised this rain isn‘t snow,” She said, her breath omitting a white fog . (space between fog and full stop)

“I’m sorry, I’m just so cold. The heater is busted in my truck again and the window wouldn’t shut all the way…” I mumbled, finally sticking the key in and opening the door.

We walked in, throwing our bags on my couch in the living room, then (no comma we)walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge as Kelsi began opening the cabinets. Kelsi was tall with dark hair and hazel brown eyes that always made me jealous since mine were only a solid green muck. I grabbed a carton of milk and a couple glasses and Kelsi grabbed the double stuffed Oreos. We sat at my wooden table and opened the Oreos and poured some milk, periodically checking the time.

“How late till Samantha gets here do you think?” I asked, separating the two sides of my Oreo.

“Oh, who knows? She had to take her boyfriend home again. Wouldn’t it be nice if she could snag a guy who could drive her home?” She said with a smirk.

I giggled and looked down at my now soggy, milk filled cookie as I stirred it around in my glass. We always joked about her. Sure, she was our best friend but when it came to good decisions, she didn’t make them.

“Maybe when she goes to college she will. She’ll be forced to be around guys with cars!” I exclaimed.

“Oh no! Not guys that have cars and can actually drive them!” Kelsi mocked as we both burst with laughter.

About half an hour later, Samantha pulled in the driveway. We heard her car door shut, followed by her footsteps bouncing against the wet mud puddles until she reached the door. She walked in, her dirty blonde hair dripping and her blue eyes furious as she came and sat with us.

“Where’s my milk and cookies?” she asked, tossing her bags under the table.

“You got here too late. They’re all gone,” Kelsi said making a frown melt down her face.

“You know where the cups are, grab one and pour some milk and grab a cookie if you want one that bad,” I yawned getting up to grab some chocolate syrup.

“Everyone is talking about your fantastic report you did last block today. They said it was what, two… three minutes long? He’s going to fail you again. Why don’t you just write a good paper? We know you can do it, you want to be an author,” Kelsi asked while licking the cream out of the center of the Oreo.

“I know I can do better, and yes, becoming an author is my dream. That’s exactly why I don’t do well now. I want everyone to see how amazing I can write when my first book hit’s the shelves,” I blabbed as I went into my own world, dreaming about my book being read by all.

“You are pretty damn smart. You know a big word for every little word I know!” Samantha exclaimed.

“Yeah, like diminutive. Its (It’s) another word for little.”

“Exactly! See what I mean?”

“Yes, I see what you mean.”

We sat and talked until it was around four and then we crammed into my truck and drove to the movie rental store in town. We got a few movies and came back and popped in the scary one. Scary movies weren’t my favorite but Kelsi and Samantha enjoyed them so I could stand one. After that movie we watched the rest and had pizza for dinner. Finally we passed out to the soundtrack of movie we were watching about a girl getting lost only to have dreams about the shopping trip the next day.

. . .

I threw a pillow at Kelsi in an attempt to wake her up. She tossed and turned a little but then stopped and remained still. I used my blanket to throw at her now since I already used my pillow in my first failed attempt. This time there wasn’t even a speck of movement from her. Giving up, I struggled to my feet and trudged over to her.

“Kelsi, Samantha, get up, it’s seven,” I moaned, kicking their pillows in my last desperate attempt to get them to open their eyes.

They each made a few funny sounds but didn’t budge. I stepped over them, not too carefully, and walked into the kitchen. There was a note lying on the table.

Hey chickie (should be a capital C because it’s her nickname, still a name). I had to go to work early but I put frozen waffles in the fridge to thaw out. I made sure to buy butter and syrup for them which is (are) also in the fridge. Your father should be back by noon but by then you’ll probably have spent all the money you saved for today and are just window shopping. I’ll see you tonight!
-Mom

I smiled because she knew waffles were my favorite only when smothered in butter and drizzled with syrup. I crumpled the note and threw it in the recycling bin. Waffles were the perfect reason for Samantha and Kelsi to un-crust their eyes and get ready for the perfect day of shopping. I went to the fridge and pulled out the bag of half frozen waffles along with all the condiments mom had bought and the ones that were in the fridge that I thought Kelsi and Samantha might want on their waffles.


“What’s for breakfast?” Kelsi mumbled as she walked in wearing our matching sleepware; a long, off the shoulder dress that comes right above the knees.

“Waffles.”

“Oh yum, I love your house because you always have waffles.
Whipped cream?”

“Yes, it’s always here incase (in case) I have a rainy day,” I said as the timer beeped for the waffles. I opened the iron the waffles were about to burn in and forked one as I pulled a plate out of the cabinet to lay the waffles on. The steam rising off them skipped around looking for noses to enter to make us hungrier.

“Those smell like those waffle kind of foods,” Samantha whispered as she wobbled in, still half asleep. She plopped down in a chair and laid her head on the table, almost falling asleep again.

“Samantha! Wake up, it’s shopping time!” Kelsi screamed right next to Samantha’s head.

“Gosh, okay. Just shut up and give me a waffle,” she yelled back.

We ate quickly, mixing the butter with the syrup; licking it off our fingers as it slid down them, making them sticky and slick at the same time. We passed napkins around and then threw our paper plates in the bin and put everything else where it was suppose to be. Kelsi grabbed her keys and we followed her. We were taking her car seeing it was the biggest which provided more bag space.

We piled in her hybrid and set off to the mall. We listened to music and sang along, having a good time like friends do. As Kelsi drove, Samantha and I were in the back calculating the fastest root (route) to all of our favorite stores and digging through our purses for coupons and cards. We parked in the malls (mall’s) parking lot about twenty minutes later and began walking towards the mall. We walked to the edge of the bridge and watched a girl fling a small plastic bracelet into the creek below.

“I still don’t get how that stuff get’s (gets) out of the creek. Some of it doesn’t float, it just sinks and yet, people don’t find it or see the people who supposedly clean it out,” Samantha said as we watched the bracelet float down the creek and get stuck in a tree branch that was snagged on the creek bed.

“I know. It’s a mystery. Do you think fish eat them? Are there even fish in the creek? I heard Jessica say all the fish died because of what people throw in there, ” (no need for a space between the comma and speech marks) Kelsi exclaimed.

“There have to be fish in there somewhere, it’s connected to the ocean like 200 miles down, or something like that,” I explained to them, “Maybe we can find something and throw it in and follow it and see where it goes.”

“And we can hide in the trees to follow it! That way, we can see how it gets out of the water!” Samantha said, putting her two cents in.

We went in the mall and there were hundreds of people already there. It was as though we were ants packed in dirt, scrambling around for the best food brought in when in reality, (; needed) we were only sale hungry teens ready to fight for the best deal. Elbowing our way through the crowd, we made it to our favorite store, Wreckage, and started there.


Why the long story at the beginning, I hope that it is involved the overall story. The characters seem very well thought out, they were fleshed out and given personalities without much effort. There was a lot of detail given without much need for it, like when they are eating the waffles and such, do we really need to hear about how they licked their finger and passed around napkins? I think it just slows the story down, its excess weight to the story itself, it doesn't add much to it other than give us a mental picture of three teenage girls licking their fingers which some guys may be in to but for the sake of writing a story I don't think it's needed. Run through this chapter and all your chapter which I will get to I promise :D and pick out the key points to those chapters, flesh those key points out and may be throw in some extra bits to add to the characters. Other than that I liked it, it has a nce flow to it, up beat and quite girly but there seems to be something mysterious about the creek and that little girl and I am intrigued to find out what that is.

Mark

PS. It annoys me how rich these girls are, shopping trip, cars, endless amounts of sweet food and able to rent films and order pizza!! It's borderline wrong is what it is!