Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I went to Grandpa and J's house on Thursday. Some of J's relatives were there, too. J's granddaughter, D, played cards with me. She's eighteen. She's nice and pretty, too. We played hide and seek, and we laughed a lot. We had our Thanksgiving feast, waited about thirty minutes, then cracked open the pies. I had cheesecake (mmmmmmm). Today Grandma and Uncle Dan are coming over for another feast. That's like, three feasts in one week, including the one at my new daycare. My pants aren't going to fit after this.
        Here's a chapter of Gwen:

Chapter 13:

“I’m calling out a search party,” Gwen’s Mom said. Mrs. Macy, Mr. Macy, Tim, Mandy, and Megan were all sitting in the living room, looking distressed. Daisy the puppy was curled up in Mandy’s lap, eyes open, ears up while Mandy stroked her smooth white fur absent-mindedly. The phone rang right as Gwen’s mother touched it. She clutched the receiver, holding it up to her left ear.

“Hello?” she said.

“Mom? Is that you?” said the voice on the other end.

“Yes! Gwen, where are you? What’s happened?”

(At Mrs. Macy’s shouting, the family and the two friends perked up.)

“ I’m alright, Mom. Listen, nothing happened yet, but we’re not sure what’s going to happen to us,”

“Us? Who’s us? Where are you, honey?”

“Oh, I’m with this other girl named Hannah. Okay mom. I’m in this tiny locked up cabin in the middle of the w-

Gwen looked at her cherry red cell phone. On the little tiny box at the top, it read ‘Dead Battery’.

 

 

 

 

Comments

[gj]

I hope your pants fit now. Very nice writing.

[Geiodo]

Hi Bunny,

I hope you had a good Thanksgiving... I've been so busy playing in the snow I've not checked my website lately. Thanks for you comments!

[bunny]

No problem, Geido. I visit your blog all the time anyway.