BF-Lindsey

Hi! My name is Lindsey. I am from California, USA but I am living in Barcelona, Spain this year. I love cows and beach days. I will be twelve on May 5th. My best friends here are named Sophia, Joe, Silke, Alexandra, Oskar, and Ben. My favorite food is EVERYTHING (unless it moves, has eyes, or looks like a body part). One cool thing about me is I have been to six continents. Bye!

P.S: I have a website at web.mac.com/sissyfish1. I am a bad girl and I need to update the page What's Happenin'.

Here is my story . It is finished.

Cassandra pulled harder on the slipknot. My life depends on it, she thought to herself. Finally convinced it would hold, she pulled herself onto the tree branch, and hooked her climbing clip onto the thick, rough rope. One last check to her pouch, and she was off - soaring along the newly placed rope that spanned a gap between two massive trees. No matter how many times she had done this- traveling on a rope high above the forest floor, that is- it has never lost its thrill. In fact, her favorite thing to draw was herself as a bird, complete with wind in her face, messy hair, and a twinkle in her eye. What seemed like hours later, she neared the next post and pulled her stopper - a strip of leather with tiny rocks attached - closed around the mass of intertwined strings. "Phew," she murmured as she came to a halt meer centimeters from the post. Wrapping her long legs around the tree, she began scooting up, making footholes every now and again until she reached the first creaking floorboards. By then, her hands were scratched and swollen. After pausing to take a sip of cool water and bandage her hands, she carefully wrote a description of the hut she was now in and the surrounding area in her worn notebook. Slowly, she stood up and tested the floor before setting foot anywhere.

Cassandra had thought about how to describe herself for a long time. After much thought, she had decided to explain it as simply as possible: "All I know is that when I was six and a half years old, I was set here with everything I would need to survive for many years and I had obtained acceptable reading and writing skills for someone much older than me. My self-assigned job is to hang ropes that span from tree to tree and investigate the forest I live in for some trace of my past life. Other than that, I have no purpose."

Later that night after returning home...

Cassandra held Lavender (a wildcat) close to her side as she warmed up by the meager fire. Meanwhile, Oddie her pet squirrel slept peacefully in his woven leaf hammock that swung from side to side in the open window. Finally, she got up and went over to her pouch to examine findings,five spoons, some rope, one packet of watermelon seeds, and a key. No mystery here, she told herself sadly.The key went to a door between two parts of the house. Unfortunately, had gotten dark just after she had located it under a pile of rotten wood. "You know what Lavender, tomorrow I am going to go open that door," she whispered and with that she drifted off to sleep with her arms looped around him.

Early the next morning, Cassandra set off on the same zip-line she had used yesterday, but this time she was better prepared for the hut. She had packed a ladder with a hook on one end, a crowbar, oil in case the key or lock is rusty, a lantern, water, and a picnic basket full of food so she could eat lunch in the hut.

It was midday before she had even attempted at opening the door, mainly because she didn't want to be disappointed. Then, after munching on part of her lunch and having some lemonade, she brought herself to try. Slowly, she padded across the bumpy floor. The key felt cold and heavy in her hands. Carefully, she slipped the sleek key into the lock and started to turn it. To her surprise, it moved easily. Finally, the waiting was over. With a gentle push, the door opened, revealing what she had been looking for, for three months now: a book of her history.

But that was two months ago. Now, she was almost done packing. It had taken Cassandra one whole week to even find a few trunks to pack her possessions in and then heave the trunks up to her house with ropes. Finally, after much work, she had stored almost everything she would need in two trunks, a backpack, and her pouch. But more importantly was the decision to leave the forest.Cassandra hadn't simply taken the album and gone to find trunks. She had spent many sleepless nights pondering the right answer to the question of where is home. Of course, she had grown up in this forest, but what about her life before this? She must have other family, and what about the possibility of her parents being alive? Finally, she had confronted the book left by her parents. It said that they had left her there in order to escape their problems. What problems? she had asked herself. The only solution seemed to be to search the world and use resources that she didn't currently have. Therefore, her only hope was to pack up and leave. She had decided to use a small boat that she had found near the shore. Then, she would hike around the land she reached until she found an airport that would take her to Corpus Christi, Texas. Hopefully, someone would be there because almost all the pictures in the book were taken there. She had everything planned. Alas, it was the last day she would be living in the forest. Silently she whispered her prayers and went to sleep.

As it turns out, the first land she hit was three miles from Corpus Christi. She located a car and warily hopped in. She had never driven before, though she was positive she would do an exceptional job. It was, in truth, quite easy to get to the town. Signs all over pointed to it. But the town itself was not in shape. Buildings were cracked and old. The place was barren. Tense moments passed as she pulled into the driveway of the house that was reportedly hers. It too looked deserted. She pulled on the lock clamped to the frontdoor. To her suprise, it cracked in two and fell in her hand. The door creaked as she pushed it open. Inside, the room was well kept. Only one window was open. Near it, a cracked vase lay in pieces on the floor. Some dead flowers were crushed beneath. Definitley evidence of a struggle, she thought. She turned to walk down a hallway. Then, tacked to the wall was a note that read:

Dear Cassandra, Hello. We are your parents. By the time you read this, we will be in hiding or dead. Sorry to have to be the ones to tell you this, but the world got in one huge war. It doesn't look like it happened, but chemicals were spread in the air after a massive bombing in Africa. The world as you once knew it has ended. If we are still alive, we are closer to your forest home than you think. If you go home, you will be safer. Love, Mom and Dad

corrected by ally

1. Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?) What suggestions do you have for the author(s)? You have a lot of great discription i could just picture it in my head. I found a lot of spelling mistakes maybe you should check before you post it. Kirsten: You put heaps of discription in your story and the plot was original. 2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed? you should add more suspence to the ending to really grab the readers attention at the end and it will be a better story. Kirsten: You could add a bit more suspense and the readers who read it would really get their heads stuck in to the story. 3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions? I can really think of what the girl looks like because it is really life like. Kirsten: i can really visulise the girl in the story. 4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story? What details would you like to see in the next revision of the story? I would like to see how cassandra lived in the forest????Kirsten: I would like to see how cassandra got on in her life. 5. What areas of the story need the most improvement? What suggestions do you have for the author? ln the begining you should check punctuation and spelling. Kirsten:I agree. You need to check the spelling.

Do you like my story? Yes or no, well then why? Please comment! (Even if you hate it I still would like your comments. Oh, if there are no open spaces just write 1. blah blah blah...) Ya I like your story just check your grammar. Kirsten: Yes I really like your story.