Maria 1 aka Pippin: Roberta walked in the front door, mumbled a greeting to her older sister, and drifted up the stairs, all without looking up from her book. When she reached her room, she plopped down on her bed without taking off her shoes or backpack, and continued reading. This story was too riveting to put down. She wondered if she would ever be able to write like this.
Out of curiosity, she flipped over to the title page. Her brow furrowed. According to the page before her, this book's copyright was three years in the future, and the name underneath the title was her own.
She turned back to where she was and read the names of the characters. They were all names she liked and had wanted to use at some point. And the plot was strangely similar to one of her recent dreams.
She got up and put the book down on her bed while she put down her backpack and untied her shoes. When she turned to grab the book again, it was gone.
Luke aka Merry: I took my eyes off the notebook, and looked out to the busy street below. Everyone was in a hustle in bustle, not usual for six o’clock, because curfew was at 7:30. I returned my glance to the notebook and read over my notes about what the country used be like. I heard the footsteps coming down the hallway. I quickly threw the book in my backpack and hid in the corner that obstructed view of whoever came in the door. The door opened, I heard footstep come in, and the door close.
“When did you find her?” A male voice asked.
“About 3 months ago” Angela’s voice answered.
“You should of told me about her” The male voice said.
“Well I was stuck in Nirneron, that city was locked down” She answered.
“I’m surprised she only escaped the orphanage with only a broken foot”
“Excuse me?” I whispered.
“Ellie?” Angela called. “I have someone you might want to see”
I simply just came out, holding my backpack.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Ellie this is your father” Angela said.
“John, this is your daughter, Ellie”
Tiana aka Bofur: Yvonne sat on the seat next to the window in her cabin, reading. There were lots of things to do on the Titanic but wherever she went she felt under dressed. Her father, the captain, hadn’t told her what to bring so she brought things that would be comfortable, not frilly and fancy like what all the other ladies wore.
“Yvonne” a man’s voice came from the other side of the door.
“Yes?” She looked up from her book.
The door to her cabin opened. Damyen stepped in and shut the door behind him.
“Your father is heading for an ice burg”
“What?” Yvonne shot to her feet. “Is he trying to avoid it?”
Damyen shook his head sadly.
“What!? Why?!”
“Because of me” he dropped his head.
“What do you mean because of you?”
“Well mostly because of… how I feel about you…”
“And…?” Her blue eyes bored into him.
“Because I am a spy… and his enemy”
Out of curiosity, she flipped over to the title page. Her brow furrowed. According to the page before her, this book's copyright was three years in the future, and the name underneath the title was her own.
She turned back to where she was and read the names of the characters. They were all names she liked and had wanted to use at some point. And the plot was strangely similar to one of her recent dreams.
She got up and put the book down on her bed while she put down her backpack and untied her shoes. When she turned to grab the book again, it was gone.
Luke aka Merry: I took my eyes off the notebook, and looked out to the busy street below. Everyone was in a hustle in bustle, not usual for six o’clock, because curfew was at 7:30. I returned my glance to the notebook and read over my notes about what the country used be like. I heard the footsteps coming down the hallway. I quickly threw the book in my backpack and hid in the corner that obstructed view of whoever came in the door. The door opened, I heard footstep come in, and the door close.
“When did you find her?” A male voice asked.
“About 3 months ago” Angela’s voice answered.
“You should of told me about her” The male voice said.
“Well I was stuck in Nirneron, that city was locked down” She answered.
“I’m surprised she only escaped the orphanage with only a broken foot”
“Excuse me?” I whispered.
“Ellie?” Angela called. “I have someone you might want to see”
I simply just came out, holding my backpack.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Ellie this is your father” Angela said.
“John, this is your daughter, Ellie”
Tiana aka Bofur: Yvonne sat on the seat next to the window in her cabin, reading. There were lots of things to do on the Titanic but wherever she went she felt under dressed. Her father, the captain, hadn’t told her what to bring so she brought things that would be comfortable, not frilly and fancy like what all the other ladies wore.
“Yvonne” a man’s voice came from the other side of the door.
“Yes?” She looked up from her book.
The door to her cabin opened. Damyen stepped in and shut the door behind him.
“Your father is heading for an ice burg”
“What?” Yvonne shot to her feet. “Is he trying to avoid it?”
Damyen shook his head sadly.
“What!? Why?!”
“Because of me” he dropped his head.
“What do you mean because of you?”
“Well mostly because of… how I feel about you…”
“And…?” Her blue eyes bored into him.
“Because I am a spy… and his enemy”