I think I lost George…
George, did you know that on April 29th I lost you?
Hey Tumblr,
Could I start pogo sticking to class? Would that be okay with you guys?
I should really get on this. I said I’d start doing it a year ago…
Where can I buy a pogo stick?
Has gone to Norway. bbl
I love you. SEND ME A POSTCARD!!!!!
ok! i have to get there first haha then i will
btws, I just hacked your facebook. You’re welcome <3
I’m still waiting for that postcard…
A Story That Was Suppose To Be About Sheep, Sammiches, and Magic Turned Into A Story About A Bunch of Ex-Pretty Boys and Jack {page 5/6/7}
Things I remember from talking to Kelsey about the mystical land of the unknown:
1) We were there for about 30 years
2) There was a white farm house with a porch
3) Mountains and a field
I can’t remember how we got there. I went to grab my phone to text Cassie about going down to grab some food. I can’t think on an empty stomach. Under my phone I found my initial story for Nation Novel Writing Month. It was about the sheep I tried to sell Kelsey and the farm I needed to buy. Then it dawned on me. When I read her the first paragraph she told me it wasn’t a fictional story at all. I had experienced it only a few Earth days before. In the mist of my “light bulb over the head” moment, the door crashed open.
“Nomnom time?” Cassie asked.
“Ah. Not right now. I think I might have solved world hunger, world peace, and cancer.” Cassie gave me a weird look.
“Um, Ali. The lack of food has gone to your head again, hasn’t it.”
“I guess, but I can’t leave this room. Kelsey asked me not to. The answer is here. I just need to find it… Well I think I just did find it. I’ll meet up with you before the show. Okay?” I didn’t wait for a response. I just started writing everything down that I had just realized in those few seconds of brilliance.
4) THE ENTRANCE IS UNDER MY BED!!!!
How could I have forgotten that? She pointed it out a lot of times. We’ve even joked that I keep the sheep I tried to sell her under my bed. But it is impossible. Cassie has shimmied under my bed and through the other side. She didn’t disappear, unless you need the key. The same key that Kelsey taped to the door. It was worth a try. I don’t know what to do anymore. How do I even prepare for this? I’m not sure if I should wear normal everyday clothing. Should I go find a ski parka like in that Disney Channel movie when they traveled in time. Ashland should have taught us about mystical portals in school. Yeah, writing ten paragraphs in 40 minutes is impressive and managing to get an A+ on it. But I’d love to know how to get to a magical land that is under my bed. Thanks a lot Ashland.
Was there someone I could call? Video game nerd. They’d know what to do, but who do I ask? Alex? Nope he’s working. Rob? School. Mike? Maybe, but I still owe him that sammich and right now I don’t have the time to make a sammich and Fedex it to UMA. Jordan? Ah Jordan. I wish I could contact him. I’m starting to miss him a lot. But Nooo. I know he’d help me, but being in Georgia at Basic Training isn’t helping me much. Kelsey why couldn’t you decide to go back to where ever you are when Jordan was around. He might have more of an idea about secret portals that I do.
From the looks of it, Mike or Jordan seemed to be my best shot. Both had their downsides. Mike, I’d need to go make a sammich. Jordan, wait four days for a response letter. Lovely. I can’t leave my room either. The only thing I have is my phone and iPod. Kelsey took my only weaknesses. Grr. When I see you we are going to have a very long talk about taking the things people care the most about! I should probably create another list then. I rummaged around for a fresh stack of post-its and a pen on my desk then wrote,
Things I Must Scold Kelsey For When I See Her
1) Taking my computer and crayons
I carefully taped that note on the back of my phone and put my phone back into my pocket. Cassie was still at lunch so I couldn’t bounce ideas off of her.
“This can’t be that difficult,” I said out loud, “If simple video game characters can transport through portals, so can I. I just need to figure out how.”
This was turning into more than just a simple game of hide and go seek. It was a game full of precession and careful planning. It’s insane. I got out of bed and went to look in the mirror. If anyone could give myself a pep talk right now, well I personally I wouldn’t choose myself, but I was my last resort. I wasn’t sure what to say so I just stood there for a few moments studying myself. I’ve changed a lot over the years, I thought. I’m not the same girl that walked into high school four years ago. I’ve gone though so much, but nothing could of prepared me for this moment.
“All right self. You can do this. Nobody said college was going to be easy, well so far it has, but this is the moment everyone has talked about. It’s like when that pirate alien on Treasure Planet talked about Jim’s moment of greatness and seeing him shine. This is yours.” What am I doing? It’s not like I’m going to war. I’m just trying to get through a portal to another world where I’m already, according to Kelsey, accepted. I can do this. I slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed the key off my desk, and moved the bin out from under my bed. “Oh!” I mumbled as I grabbed yet another post-it note and scribbled a quick message to Cassie about my whereabouts,
Cassie,
I’ve gone to find Kelsey. Go to the show without me and I’ll try and meet you there.
If I get any cell reception I’ll text you if I get any more info about my where we are and what not.
If we miss the show, have fun and I’ll see you as soon as I can.
-Ali
After feeling slightly satisfied with my message, I crawled back to the foot of my bed. Here go’s nothing. I started to shimmy my way under my bed, moving the key around trying to find some sorta of portal or door. As I moved towards the back of the bed, I saw something glowing in the corner of the two walls, it was a key hole.
I crept closer to the key hole. Slowly bring the key closer and closer. The closer the key got to the hole the more the hole glowed. It was very strange.
“Well, its now or never I guess,” I muttered to myself as a put the key in the lock and waited to see what was going to happen. Right in front of me, a small door appeared. It was about a foot wide and two feet tall. The door was made out of a dark stained wood. Looking at it I realized that there is no way I could fit through that door. It was turning out to be physically impossible. I might have been able to squeeze myself through if I really tried.
I slowly opened the door. I’m not sure what is on the other side but it was kind of spooky. As the door opened I couldn’t see a thing. There was smoke pouring out of it and filling the room. Soon after the room was full of smoke I started to feel a slight tugging sensation on my arm. I turned to the door to see that the light had grown and was trying to suck me in. Here goes nothing, I guess, and I jumped in.
I really don’t remember much after that. There were a lot of swirling colors and bight lights. I just kept waiting for it to be over. Personally, I was getting pretty dizzy and this adventure was pretty dull.
After what seemed like forever, everything stopped moving and there was a door and the end of the tunnel. I carefully approached it. I wasn’t sure how the door would react to me being there. Would it be like the door in Alice in Wonderland? Naw. That’s insane. Why would a door handle talk to me. Then again I didn’t think there was another world underneath my bed. I might as well face it head on, I decided. So I marched right up to the face of the door, waiting for someone to yell at me or something, but I heard nothing. Only my breathing and the occasional woosh from the air circulating that room.
I started to reach out to grab the handle, I was still being very cautious because I wasn’t sure how this world would react to me being there. I know Kelsey said that everyone missed me and wanted me to return but how could I really be sure. I don’t remember anything from that adventure. I kind of hope that everything will become clear the moment I step through this door.
My hand was finally on the handle. All this build up for nothing. There wasn’t a talking handle. The door didn’t yell at me, or even talk to me, nor was there a human to talk to me at the entrance to this world. I took a deep breath as I opened the door and stepped into it.
A Story That Was Suppose To Be About Sheep, Sammiches, and Magic Turned Into A Story About A Bunch of Ex-Pretty Boys and Jack {page 4}
CHAPTER 2
NOVEMBER 5, 2009
The Struggles of Alison Rose
I can’t write and now I have to go on a quest for a missing roommate.
Great
I woke up excepting to find Kelsey in her bed fast asleep, but she wasn’t there. I can’t take this today. Not now. We are supposed to be going to a concert tonight and I still need to run home to get my converse boots. I don’t have time to go looking for her. I quickly glanced down at my clock and realized I was running really late. Grr. Kelsey why couldn’t you go missing on a day when I didn’t have a 10 am class. I quickly gathered my things and ran towards the door. As I was going to open the door I saw the extra key we found move in day. It was attached under the door knob with a piece of tape and a note.
Ali,
Thinking about leaving without coming back, eh?
That’s not a very smart idea.
Deep down you know what is going to happen and you need to stop it.
But you can’t do it from Boston.
You need to come home.
<3 Kelsey
(lol I just re-read this and it makes me sound very evil, don’t you think? Like I’m some mastermind trying to get you to come back to this world then I’d kidnap you and make Cassie save you and the human race. Hahaha. Really though, trust me. I’m not evil by any means. But you’re very lazy and I really need your help. THIS IS A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION!!)
If that wasn’t subtle enough, my books for all my classes were missing along with my computer. I sighed, “Oh Kelsey. You are quiet a tricky one. Keep me from using Facebook and going to class. But you didn’t take my cray—” I looked over to the burrow in between our beds and sure enough my crayon box was missing, “Fine Kelsey. You win. If I can find some way into your little world I’ll help you but I don’t remember anything.” I started to look around the room. Could there be anymore clues? Kelsey couldn’t have left me with just 2 sticky notes and an old key. Think. Think. Think. Did she say anything before she left? Herm. She said something about a pretty landscape and a white farm house. Maybe I’d find either Snappy or Shawn there. What else did she say? Um. Wow. I really learn to pay attention more when Kelsey is talking. I swear it’s that southern accent. I just tune it out. I sat down on my bed, pulled out some paper and a pen, and started writing everything I remembered from our conversation last night.
A Story That Was Suppose To Be About Sheep, Sammiches, and Magic Turned Into A Story About A Bunch of Ex-Pretty Boys and Jack {page 3}
“If you were standing at your front door you can just barley make out the clouded mountain tops. If you looked to your right you could see a long field with flowers and out in the distance you can begin to see a little village.” The more she talked about this mystical place the more I wanted to go.
“Um… Kelsey?”
“Mhm”
“I know that you’re trying to help me write 50,000 words and all. I’m very thankful for that. But is this place real?”
“Ali, I already told you it was real. We lived there for about 30 years.”
“I don’t believe you!!!” I yelled and hid under the covers with my laptop still trying to come up with a story idea. November 5th is drawing closer and closer as the minutes tick and I needed to come up with something soon. I didn’t want to be really behind and have to write over 10,000 words in one afternoon. I waited for Kelsey to say something but she didn’t. “Kelsey?” I asked as I peeked out from under the covers, “I’m sorry but this doe—” She’s not here. I looked around the room but I couldn’t find her. I didn’t think I was hiding under the covers that long but I could have been wrong. I got up and wondered around the room looking for her. Mind you this is a very small room and it is very difficult to loose someone in it, or so I thought. I quickly checked in the bathroom and then the closet, dubbed “Narnia,” but I couldn’t find her. “Hey Cassie?”
“What Ali?”
“Have you seen Kelsey?”
“Not since dinner. Why’d you ask?”
“I think I lost her. We were mid-convo and poof she was gone!” I continued to search around the room until a little post-it note on Kelsey’s computer. I jumped over her bed to the other side to read it:
Ali,
If you finally want to believe me, come back home.
Everyone there really misses you.
Especially Snappy and Shawn.
You know how to get there.
<3 Kelsey
Oh man. I know how to get there? If I go by my original story, then this portal should be under my bed. I’ve looked under my bed. There isn’t a portal there. Unless it’s a door on the wall. We did find that extra key at the beginning of the year. But that’s impossible. We’ve moved those beds around so many times. Wouldn’t I have saw something? I don’t know. I’ll give Kelsey until tomorrow to show up I decided. It was getting pretty late. I didn’t want to fall asleep knowing Kelsey was missing, but I couldn’t miss my class in the morning and I still needed to work on my NaNo.
“Cassie, you think this is for real?” I asked as I showed her the note.
“Ali, I’m not sure. I have no idea who Snappy or Shawn are but I do know that if Kelsey is really lost you are the only one that can find her.” I thought about this for a moment. Cassie might be right. I might be the only person in the world that can get Kelsey back from where ever she is.
“I guess your right. I should go find her, but how.”
“That’s something you’re going to have to find out on your own. I can’t tell you that. Sorry.” Gah. I guess she is right. I do need to find her and the sooner I do the sooner I’ll discover my answer to this “home,” Shawn, and Snappy. And better yet I get to see this very mystical place.
A Story That Was Suppose To Be About Sheep, Sammiches, and Magic Turned Into A Story About A Bunch of Ex-Pretty Boys and Jack {page 2}
I was now very confused, “A reality?”
“You mean to tell me that you don’t remember anything from that one Earth night? Nothing at all. We were there for over 30 years. Our whole lives are there. This mortal world is nothing compared to home.” Kelsey looked very angry with me. I couldn’t remember what she was talking about at all. I was tempted to pry more into it but I was afraid she’d yell at me some more.
“Sorry. I really don’t remember what happened. Maybe I just need some food. I’m thinking nomnom time. What do you say? Hey wait, where’s Cassie?”
“Mhm. Nommon time. Cassie texted me a little while ago telling me her CAB meeting just ended and that she’d met us down there. She said they approved her idea of a school wide assassins game. We’ll need to start planning soon if are water guns will be ready in time.” Kelsey then got up and moved towards the door, motioning me to join her on the long walk to the dining hall. My mind was racing. I was all in for the school wide assassins game and building water guns, hey I was the one that came up with the home made water gun idea, but I couldn’t wrap my mind about my so called “home”. Do I trust Kelsey? I know I have trust issues but is she for real or was she just trying to get the wheels in my head turning. I guess I’ll just go with the flow for a while and see where it leads me. Maybe I’d eventually get a story idea that is worthy of 50,000 words.
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Dinner was the same as always, semi-disgusting food with amazing cookies the size of your face. I think our college has the worst cafeteria in all of Boston. It’s only open a few hours for breakfast, a few hours for lunch, and then a few hours for dinner. By 8 pm everything is closed down. I feel like we are on old people time. We eat early early and then end up going to bed early because we end up finishing our homework when all the normal college kids are at dinner. But then again, I never said our college was normal.
According to Kelsey, there is a magical world under my bed that is going to destroy the human race. The human race! I don’t believe it. The wheels in my head are turning like crazy trying to remember this adventure or even create an adventure of my own but I just can’t. Everything is moving to fast and my fingers are moving to slow. It doesn’t help that I’m four days behind on NaNo because of my lack of story. I have no idea how I’m going to manage 7,000 words by tonight without bugging Kelsey more on the subject of “home”. “Kelsey?”
“Yeah Ali?”
“Can you tell me more about ‘home’. I swear I don’t remember it at all and it is bothering me.”
“Herm…” she thought as she turned back to her computer. I watched her think for a while and was ready to give up when she started talking again, “You lived in a little white farm house with a porch that wrapped all the way around. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a small-ish living room, and a dark basement. It was an amazing place, full of magic and life. From your house, you can see for miles and miles. It is beautiful.” I started to imaging what she was talking about and I could sort of see it. Although it was a very fuzzy picture. Like someone was preventing me from envisioning this mystical land.
A Story That Was Suppose To Be About Sheep, Sammiches, and Magic Turned Into A Story About A Bunch of Ex-Pretty Boys and Jack {page 1}
CHAPTER 1
NOVEMBER 4, 2009
The Struggles of Alison Rose
Writing a book is very hard.
The End
“GAH! I can’t do this,” I mumbled to the keyboard. My roommates turned around and gave me the weirdest look. I raised my eyebrow at them and waited for their response.
“Um, Ali? Are you okay?” Kelsey asked me very concerned. She was trying to work on her English paper but, like me, was getting no where.
“No. I can’t write this. I won’t be able to get this done in a month. THERE IS NO WAY!” I closed the computer and walked over to her side of the room and sat down on the floor, “You see November is National Novel Writing Month and there is a 50,000 word goal by November 31st. You can’t go back to edit what you’ve already written. You just need to write. Write. Write. Write. I thought I was up for the challenge but I can’t think of anything to write. I’m not creative. I might as well give up now while I’m only about 200 words into it.”
“Well what did you have written down so far? Maybe work off of your original idea.”
I walked over to my computer, opened the document, and cleared my thought, “Don’t make fun of me. Okay?” I didn’t bother waiting for a response and continued right into my story…
“Ali, you okay?”
“Will you buy my sheep?”
“Um… No…”
“They have really nice wool”
“I will not buy your sheep!”
“AH! Now I need to go buy a farm. We will talk about this more in the morning”
KELSEY
I Thought Ali had gone insane. I was getting ready for bed and she woke up all pissed off and upset asking me to buy her sheep. HER SHEEP!! She doesn’t own any sheep. I was very confused and kind of interested in what she was thinking but I didn’t let it phase me as I went to sleep. Looking back on it I wish I had the notion to check under her bed. I might have found that world that almost destroyed ours.
You see, if I had looked under her bed I would have found a world much like our own. Full of normal everyday people going around their business much like we do, mothers, fathers, children, brothers, and sisters, but if you looked a little closer into that world you would see something you’d only expect to see in fairy tales, magic…
My story ended there. I didn’t know where to go. I turned to Kelsey to see her in shock, like she remembered something that I didn’t, “Um… What do you think?.”
“You call that a fictional story? I call that reality.”
Because everyone wanted to read my NaNoWriMo:
I’ve decided to start another blog just for posting my stories.
It might turn into something else, but for now I’m just going to be posting my story. I think a page a day will work :)
