This is the fourth chapter of Woofles. I know you've all been waiting!
Little did Natasha know, for there were more friends in store. As Natasha woke up the next morning, she remembered that today was the first day of school. Oh, goody, she thought. Today is the first day of sixth grade. "God," she prayed, kneeling beside her bed. "Please help me to have strength for this day. I've heard that sixth grade is REALLY fun." She said the last sentence in a sarcastic tone. "And God," she added, "Please help me to find some new friends in school. Thank you for Kelsey. Amen." She stood up and went down to breakfast. Momma had two announcements when Natasha arrived at the table. She called Poppa into the kitchen. "The first thing, girls, is that we will be having a new addition to the family soon." "What's an addiction?" asked the ever-curious Lucy. "ADDITION, not ADDICTION," Natasha corrected her. "An addition is something or someone being added," Momma told Lucy, ignoring Natasha. Natasha was getting very suspicious. "Will you tell us already?" she whined. With a gleam in her eye, Momma said,"Natasha and Lucy Brown, you are soon to have a sibling."
Don't miss Woofles: Part 5! You'll love it!
December 28, 2006
December 20, 2006
Woofles: A Friend
This is the third chapter of Woofles. I'm sorry that it's so long. I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Five minutes seemed like a lifetime to Natasha. Momma finally arrived. She had Band-aids, gauze, and she had even called Poppa. "He'll be right over," Momma said. Then she added, "Poppa can help." It was true. He was a doctor. A missionary doctor at that, thought Natasha. That's why we're always moving. She had lived in seven different places, and she was twelve. Wow, Natasha was thinking, This is the eighth place I've lived in. She thought about how lucky some girls were - they lived in one place their whole lives. Not me, she thought sadly. But why? It's not fair! 'Life is fair, then?' Momma's words rang in her head. 'No, life isn't fair.' 'Fair? What fair? Are we going to a fair?' Poppa had said. 'Clarence, do be serious!' Momma had scolded him. Natasha's thoughts drifted away as Poppa arrived. We have to help the girl, Natasha thought. "Poppa, is she okay?" Natasha asked anxiously. "How would I know? I haven't even looked at her yet!" After Poppa had checked the girl, Lucy spoke up. "What's her name?" It took Natasha a couple seconds to realize that Lucy was talking to her. "I don't know," Natasha answered her. "My name is Kelsey," the girl said as she sat up. Everyone jumped. "She's alive!" Lucy exclaimed. Natasha rolled her eyes. "Of course she is, silly." "I live over there," Kelsey said, pointing in the direction of her home. "We'll have to visit you some time," Momma said, smiling. "Well, Kelsey, Poppa said," We need to get Lucy home for her nap." Lucy scowled at him. Kelsey nodded her head. "Of course, you can go." So Natasha's parents left with Lucy, and Natasha asked, "What on earth happened?" Kelsey replied, "I just fell off my skateboard." She pointed to a skateboard in the bushes. "I was so worried about you that I didn't even think about how you got hurt," Natasha remarked."And you were unconscious!" "I guess I hit my head and everything went black a little while. And this blood," Kelsey continued, "I must have split my lip open and scraped my knee really bad, but other than that, I'm fine." Natasha did a thorough inspection of Kelsey and decided that she was beautiful, even though her lip was split open and her knee was scraped. Kelsey had blond hair, instead of curly black hair; creamy white skin, instead of dark, coffee-colored skin. She had light blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires, and not dull, dark brown ones. Yes, looking at people like this, Natasha felt almost ugly. But that changed when Kelsey broke into her thoughts and asked, "Do you want to play at the park?" "Sure," replied Natasha. They played for a long while, and Natasha's stomach eventually told her that it was time to go eat supper. "I need to go home now," she said. "So - will I see you tomorrow?" asked Kelsey. "Only if you can play," Natasha answered with a grin. "What school are you going to go to?" Kelsey asked Natasha as she turned to leave. "Probably Edison Memorial," Natasha said, shrugging. A grin lit up Kelsey's face. "That's my school, too!" she exclaimed. It wasn't until Natasha was almost home that she realized that God had answered one of her prayers. Thank you, God, she prayed silently. You gave me a friend.
Don't miss Woofles: Part 4!
Five minutes seemed like a lifetime to Natasha. Momma finally arrived. She had Band-aids, gauze, and she had even called Poppa. "He'll be right over," Momma said. Then she added, "Poppa can help." It was true. He was a doctor. A missionary doctor at that, thought Natasha. That's why we're always moving. She had lived in seven different places, and she was twelve. Wow, Natasha was thinking, This is the eighth place I've lived in. She thought about how lucky some girls were - they lived in one place their whole lives. Not me, she thought sadly. But why? It's not fair! 'Life is fair, then?' Momma's words rang in her head. 'No, life isn't fair.' 'Fair? What fair? Are we going to a fair?' Poppa had said. 'Clarence, do be serious!' Momma had scolded him. Natasha's thoughts drifted away as Poppa arrived. We have to help the girl, Natasha thought. "Poppa, is she okay?" Natasha asked anxiously. "How would I know? I haven't even looked at her yet!" After Poppa had checked the girl, Lucy spoke up. "What's her name?" It took Natasha a couple seconds to realize that Lucy was talking to her. "I don't know," Natasha answered her. "My name is Kelsey," the girl said as she sat up. Everyone jumped. "She's alive!" Lucy exclaimed. Natasha rolled her eyes. "Of course she is, silly." "I live over there," Kelsey said, pointing in the direction of her home. "We'll have to visit you some time," Momma said, smiling. "Well, Kelsey, Poppa said," We need to get Lucy home for her nap." Lucy scowled at him. Kelsey nodded her head. "Of course, you can go." So Natasha's parents left with Lucy, and Natasha asked, "What on earth happened?" Kelsey replied, "I just fell off my skateboard." She pointed to a skateboard in the bushes. "I was so worried about you that I didn't even think about how you got hurt," Natasha remarked."And you were unconscious!" "I guess I hit my head and everything went black a little while. And this blood," Kelsey continued, "I must have split my lip open and scraped my knee really bad, but other than that, I'm fine." Natasha did a thorough inspection of Kelsey and decided that she was beautiful, even though her lip was split open and her knee was scraped. Kelsey had blond hair, instead of curly black hair; creamy white skin, instead of dark, coffee-colored skin. She had light blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires, and not dull, dark brown ones. Yes, looking at people like this, Natasha felt almost ugly. But that changed when Kelsey broke into her thoughts and asked, "Do you want to play at the park?" "Sure," replied Natasha. They played for a long while, and Natasha's stomach eventually told her that it was time to go eat supper. "I need to go home now," she said. "So - will I see you tomorrow?" asked Kelsey. "Only if you can play," Natasha answered with a grin. "What school are you going to go to?" Kelsey asked Natasha as she turned to leave. "Probably Edison Memorial," Natasha said, shrugging. A grin lit up Kelsey's face. "That's my school, too!" she exclaimed. It wasn't until Natasha was almost home that she realized that God had answered one of her prayers. Thank you, God, she prayed silently. You gave me a friend.
Don't miss Woofles: Part 4!
December 19, 2006
Woofles: Help
This is the second chapter of Woofles.
She's hurt. What should I do? I need help . . . no, I need to help HER! The last thought became an action as she ran to help the wounded girl. When she saw the girl, she gasped. She's bleeding! Where's Momma? She could help. Is the girl breathing? Her own thoughts seemed to scream at her. Then she saw something and it gave her an idea. She saw a phone! "Good thing I memorized my phone number," mumbled Natasha. Her voice was as shaky as her fingers as she dialed the number and said, " Momma! Are you there?" She heard a voice say,"What?" but it wasn't Momma's voice. It was . . . Lucy! "Lucy, hand the phone to MOMMA! It's an emergency!" "Sorry," said Lucy over the phone. Natasha took a breath. "Momma? Momma!" " What's the matter? You couldn't come to the house?" "It's 'cause she's bleeding, Momma!" Then Natasha remembered that Momma did not know what she was talking about. "There's a girl with blond hair laying in the middle of the road," she said in one breath. " Could you come here?" " Where is here?" Momma asked calmly. "21st Street and Rover Avenue," Natasha replied. " But hurry! Bring everything you think would be necessary!" There was a click as Momma hung up. " Why am I so scared?" she asked herself. " I don't know," she answered herself. God, she prayed, please help Momma to get here in time.
Next: Woofles: chapter 3
She's hurt. What should I do? I need help . . . no, I need to help HER! The last thought became an action as she ran to help the wounded girl. When she saw the girl, she gasped. She's bleeding! Where's Momma? She could help. Is the girl breathing? Her own thoughts seemed to scream at her. Then she saw something and it gave her an idea. She saw a phone! "Good thing I memorized my phone number," mumbled Natasha. Her voice was as shaky as her fingers as she dialed the number and said, " Momma! Are you there?" She heard a voice say,"What?" but it wasn't Momma's voice. It was . . . Lucy! "Lucy, hand the phone to MOMMA! It's an emergency!" "Sorry," said Lucy over the phone. Natasha took a breath. "Momma? Momma!" " What's the matter? You couldn't come to the house?" "It's 'cause she's bleeding, Momma!" Then Natasha remembered that Momma did not know what she was talking about. "There's a girl with blond hair laying in the middle of the road," she said in one breath. " Could you come here?" " Where is here?" Momma asked calmly. "21st Street and Rover Avenue," Natasha replied. " But hurry! Bring everything you think would be necessary!" There was a click as Momma hung up. " Why am I so scared?" she asked herself. " I don't know," she answered herself. God, she prayed, please help Momma to get here in time.
Next: Woofles: chapter 3
December 16, 2006
Woofles: Alone
This is the first chapter for a book I wrote. Enjoy!!
Characters: Natasha, a twelve-year old Negro girl; Lucy, Natasha's little six-year old sister; Momma, Natasha's mother; Poppa, Natasha's father
Natasha nodded her head of thick, black, curly hair. "Yes ma'am. I washed the dishes." "Okay. Maybe you could go play with Lucy or go outside. It's beautiful here," said Momma. "Okay, Momma." I wish I had just ONE friend, Natasha thought. Poppa had gotten a job here, in Virginia. Natasha missed North Carolina. She missed Chealsea, her best friend; she missed Betsy, her cat; she especially missed Nanna, her grandmother. I'll have to find a friend here to play with and talk to. With that, she started to think about Chealsea, then Betsy, then Nanna. Nanna is so wise. She'd help me with anything, thought Natasha. We used to live right next to her, and now she's gone. Actually, we're gone. A tear dropped from her eye. "I need to think about something else. I'm making myself cry," she said aloud. She sniffed, then decided to go on a walk. "Bye, Momma. I'm going for a walk." "Bye. Have fun!" Natasha hardly noticed the flowers and trees and birds today, like she used to in North Carolina. I miss Betsy. Maybe I should get a puppy. Puppies are so cute. Natasha's thoughts whirled in her head. They whirled even more when she saw a girl of about 12 years old laying on the road.
Don't miss the next chapter of Woofles! Coming soon!
Characters: Natasha, a twelve-year old Negro girl; Lucy, Natasha's little six-year old sister; Momma, Natasha's mother; Poppa, Natasha's father
Natasha nodded her head of thick, black, curly hair. "Yes ma'am. I washed the dishes." "Okay. Maybe you could go play with Lucy or go outside. It's beautiful here," said Momma. "Okay, Momma." I wish I had just ONE friend, Natasha thought. Poppa had gotten a job here, in Virginia. Natasha missed North Carolina. She missed Chealsea, her best friend; she missed Betsy, her cat; she especially missed Nanna, her grandmother. I'll have to find a friend here to play with and talk to. With that, she started to think about Chealsea, then Betsy, then Nanna. Nanna is so wise. She'd help me with anything, thought Natasha. We used to live right next to her, and now she's gone. Actually, we're gone. A tear dropped from her eye. "I need to think about something else. I'm making myself cry," she said aloud. She sniffed, then decided to go on a walk. "Bye, Momma. I'm going for a walk." "Bye. Have fun!" Natasha hardly noticed the flowers and trees and birds today, like she used to in North Carolina. I miss Betsy. Maybe I should get a puppy. Puppies are so cute. Natasha's thoughts whirled in her head. They whirled even more when she saw a girl of about 12 years old laying on the road.
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