Here it is: the first novel attempt of mine that I actually have record of. This story, which I wrote when I was about nine, was called The SuperSonics. It was slightly inspired by my then-obsession with the Weather Channel and included characters based directly off my best friends at the time (last names and location removed).
I promise you, I've improved in my writing since this. But you do have to admit, it shows spirit!
Chapter 1: The Explaining
"I feel it, too,” chimed in Amy and LaPriel.
Kira is a 12-year-old girl with long, gold, wavy hair and blue eyes. She loves to write. She has a beautiful kitten called Angel who calms her down.
Her best friends are Amy and LaPriel. They both have brown hair and brown eyes. LaPriel is thin and shy, and Amy is average and totally not shy.
Kira, the main character, has 2 little brothers, one 9 and one 6.
I should go back to the beginning.
Chapter 2: 1st Day of November
“Hey!” answered Amy. Kira hopped on the swing next to Amy.
“First day of November. Cold and no more daylight,” she said happily.
“Yeah,” sighed LaPriel.
“Don’t you love to swing?” asked a happy Amy.
“Yeah,” said Kira dreamily. “It’s like flying.”
10 minutes later, the bell rang. Kira went inside, mumbling, “Math, oh great.”
At recess they noticed dark clouds in the distance. I mean, really dark clouds. Black. Pitch black with a touch of green.
“That’s weird,” said Kira.
"Yeah…,” Amy said distractedly.
“Yep, wow, weird,” said LaPriel with a pale face.
“Hmm,” said a confused Kira. “Weird. Let’s wait until tomorrow to see what happens.”
Chapter 3: The Feelings
“Nothing!” she exclaimed to herself. “How could that be? The clouds are now covering the mountains!”
Her mother, however, sent her to school.
At school, she and all her friends were silent through the math class they all took. At recess, they began to speak.
“Why do I feel this way?” asked Kira.
“I feel it, too,” chimed in Amy and LaPriel. It was a cold weird feeling. The ground seemed to quiver. They had a big headache, and felt dizzy, too, but no one else had this feeling.
“Why? Why are we they only ones to be submitted to this torture?” asked a very angry Kira. “Why?”
“We don’t know. We don’t like it, either,” said Amy. LaPriel nodded. Then the bell rang for lunch.
“Oh, great. What’s for lunch?” said Amy with a groan.
“Today is Beef Stew. The boys are going to go crazy,” said a harassed LaPriel.
Sure enough, they began yelling, “Poop soup! Poop soup!”
“Ugh,” said Kira, distracted for a minute. Then the eerie feeling came over her again.
She quickly got her “poop soup” lunch and sat down.
“What should we do?” said Amy as she and LaPriel sat down with their lunch. “About the feeling and the poop soup, heh hah.”
“I’m going to call Lisa,” said Kira. Lisa was Kira’s cousin, a science master who could explain everything.
“I hope she knows,” said LaPriel.
“She will,” answered Kira.
Chapter 4: Discovery
“People who can tell if something bad is gonna happen.”
“Oh man. That means something bad! If only we knew what!”
That night, Kira had a vivid dream. Snow covered the town and it froze everyone in her dream. Soon, her hometown was no more.
Kira ran to school. When she reached Amy and LaPriel, she said, “I know what the eerie feeling means!” She heard two other voices say the same thing.
"How come you know?” they said together. They all began to giggle.
“I guess we all had the same dream!” Then Kira looked serious. “We have to tell people before it happens.”
The next day was Saturday. Kira called Amy and LaPriel and asked them to come over.
“Today, we walk around and tell people.”
For an hour, they walked around. When they stopped, the whole town knew, saw the dark clouds were dangerous.
The news ran it. After 1 more hour, it began to snow.
“Everyone must evacuate,” said the news guy. Soon the whole town was on the move.
“Get everything important you can,” said Kira earnestly into the camera.
“Soon nothing will be here!” exclaimed Amy.
“Hurry!” yelled LaPriel.
“And don’t leave any pets behind. Anyone or anything that stays will freeze to death,” added Kira.
“Hurry!” they said altogether.
Kira ran home and began to pack. Two outfits, one dress outfit, PJs, Angel and her cat toys, blankies, Kirsten + Britta dolls, diaries, books. She packed hurriedly.
Soon they were all leaving.
“Gone. Good-bye. Gone. Good-bye,” mumbled Kira.
Chapter 5: Recovery
Two hours later, in the next city, Kira’s grandma rejoiced.
“I’m so glad you’re here! So, so, so glad! What a wonderful thing! My grandkid saving lives! SuperSonic! Wow!” she cried happily. Kira smiled at her own face on the news.
Hours and hours passed, Kira reading and thinking.
She babbled happily as soon as Amy and LaPriel came over.
“Gosh. This is weird. We will always be important to our community now. Always,” she said.
The weatherman monitored the weather. A day passed. Then the snow stopped. Everyone drove home.
Two hours again, then home. 9 feet of crunchy thick snow. It was about –15 degrees. Slowly, Kira swiveled her head to see the plain of deep snow.
“We will recover,” she said confidently.
A week later, the snow mountain was an ocean. Everyone either stayed inside a high room, or swam around everywhere in their swimming suits. It was kind of funny, but scary to the people who couldn’t swim.
A month later, all that was left of the ocean was a river in the canyon and puddles in the street. Windows in houses were broken, shingles were gone, and anything in lower floors were gone.
“We will recover,” said Kira, and she was right. People all over were fixing windows and roofs and replacing semi-important things that were gone.
“Soon the town will be back to normal,” she said happily, walking into the sunlight.
Yeah, I had this whole series of disasters planned for this story, but it kind of died off when I realized I couldn't make it novel length. I wouldn't achieve that until sixth grade, with my first novel, the later lost The Dragon Slayers. But hey, you gotta start somewhere! So there you go. Come back next time for my October humor post!
What do you think? ;)
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