"Alex, your nose looks...fantaaastic," said my mother dear. Something about the way she drew out her last word told me she wasn't being completely honest. A glance in the mirror confirmed my suspicion.
I ripped by nose off in frustration. Well, the outer layer. The layer of wax added to make me look more Greek than I really am (According to all my research, I am 2% Greek). My make-up specialist made an attempt at consolation: "You're getting better! It won't be long before it feels-(and looks, I thought to myself)- more natural."
That was after three weeks of make-up training. I get half an hour a day. When you're a teenage Irish/German girl trying to look like a 20-year-old Greek woman, make-up is a necessity. Unfortunately, I wasn't born with mad make-up skills like Bailey. But once we really go undercover pretty soon here, I'll have to fluent in the art of make-up. And the art of pretending to be someone I'm not. But thanks to my love for acting, that didn't come as hard.
Self-defense classes come after my make-up lessons in order to help me learn how to fight while sweating under 3 layers of make-up and expensive clothes. Things get a little interesting. I also have to be sure to shout and grunt in a Greek accent. My Greek lesson are in the morning, right before lunch. At lunch, my sisters and I all have to act and speak like our characters as part of training. We're getting better. Before Greek lessons come my tech lessons. Having been off the grid, or so to speak, for a few years, I had a lot to learn. But I'm getting better.
Dinnertime is always family time. As well as be-yourself-and-not-your-character time. We eat, play games, watch movies, play in the gym, talk, bake-anything we might have down at home around that time. We just don't get outside as much. It took me a few weeks to realize our building is underground. I can see why-security is important when you're a spy facility-but I miss being able to go outside whenever I want. We get about an hour a day at this point. Fortunately, it won't be long before I'm out and about fighting crime as Charessa.
Only a few weeks until Bailey-excuse me, Cassondria-leave. We're set to head out mid-July. It feels like a fantasy, but so have the last few years of my life. I'm excited for this adventure.
And, okay-maybe a little nervous, too.
Much love,
Alex
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Monday, April 13, 2015
It's All Greek To Me-Alex
Just so you're aware, you've been receiving a very(!) condensed version of things. Here's mine:
After a week of relaxing together and putting off all training, my sisters, our parents, our team, and I began prepping for our missions, which meant the start of the POVABAC program for me and my sisters. The idea was that we would take on different identities for each mission. Each mission would take a while. Well, besides Rikki and Kailey's. That was like a starter mission. These missions will eventually take months-or even a year. So to be able to play it all off as a different person was vital.
Bailey and I had a month to study our characters before learning about our mission. Our team, who was under the command of our uncle Callan, would be researching and planning, and then teach us the material when the time came. The only thing we knew about our mission was what Uncle Callan hinted at as we entered the POVABAC quarters on day one: "There's a reason we chose the family's two actors for the mission," he said. "With the proper training, we felt that you two would be the best for the job." This definitely got the two of us excited. And on that note, we began our training.
Weapons classes, language classes, character study lessons-all these and more made us two very busy girls as we prepared to enter into the real world with fake identities. It was incredibly exhilarating. We were officially spies in training.
A week into our training, our uncle Callan interrupted our training with news that made our stomachs drop out of both fear and excitement.
"There's a reason we need experienced actors for this mission" he said to us. "You two will be meeting the Winthrops face-to-face in order to get on the inside. This will be no easy task. But we know it's nothing you can't do."
My face turned pale. Those were the people that tore me and my family apart, and now I had to look them in the eyes and pretend to be their friend? No easy task indeed! I could name millions of things I'd rather do! But Uncle Callan's eyes were calm and set. This really was going to happen. I couldn't think of a reason why this was the best option, but I trusted my experienced elder.
"Alright," I finally said after a few moments of though. Bailey agreed to the plan as well. She had always been more confident in her ability to act than I had ever been in mine. But there was no backing out now.
Weapons classes, language classes, character study lessons-all these and more made us two very busy girls as we prepared to enter into the real world with fake identities. It was incredibly exhilarating. We were officially spies in training.
A week into our training, our uncle Callan interrupted our training with news that made our stomachs drop out of both fear and excitement.
"There's a reason we need experienced actors for this mission" he said to us. "You two will be meeting the Winthrops face-to-face in order to get on the inside. This will be no easy task. But we know it's nothing you can't do."
My face turned pale. Those were the people that tore me and my family apart, and now I had to look them in the eyes and pretend to be their friend? No easy task indeed! I could name millions of things I'd rather do! But Uncle Callan's eyes were calm and set. This really was going to happen. I couldn't think of a reason why this was the best option, but I trusted my experienced elder.
"Alright," I finally said after a few moments of though. Bailey agreed to the plan as well. She had always been more confident in her ability to act than I had ever been in mine. But there was no backing out now.
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Callan. "In that case, ladies, I would like to introduce you to your future selves." He waved photographs of two very pretty, very...Greek-looking? 20-something-year-old spies in front of our faces. "Alex, meet Charessa. Bailey, this is Cassondria. You will be getting to know this pair very well in the weeks to follow."
And so it began.
xoxo, Alex
And so it began.
xoxo, Alex
Sunday, March 8, 2015
The POVABAC Program and Other Things, Including a Family Reunion of an Unforeseen Kind--Love, Alex
Sorry about the break. Life's been a little crazy lately. Not like that's unusual for us. Not anymore.
I walked out my chambers feeling the most refreshed I had felt in years. Another sweet lady led me through a fascinating labyrinth of long, bright corridors, finally stopping in front of a great oak door. "You best be on your way, love," she said as she squeezed my hand, "Your family is awaiting you." She smiled cheerily and disappeared around the bend at the end of the corridor, her white hair flouncing around her like a halo. I returned a belated grin and didn't hesitate before swinging open the door. Inside was my perfect little family, together again. It hadn't been long since we had last been together, but the setting of this gathering contrasted greatly from the dungeon we had been united in before. The walls shown like pearl and light poured from the crystal chandelier like pure sunshine. Smiles gleamed from the faces of my family members. We were once again clean and, at last, together for good. Or so we hoped.
Now I must take a few steps back from our last post. As mentioned earlier, our mother explained what was going on. Many embraces and laughs later, a guard entered and bid us to follow him. As we traipsed down a new corridor together, I noticed something about our dazzling haven: the lack of windows. The place gleamed as if it were the sun itself, yet there was no place for sunlight to enter. While this small detail would have alarmed me in earlier times, the peace that seemed to emanate through the walls kept me calm. We finally entered through another oak door, which led to another, which brought us to our final destination: a small office. It's decor was clean and uncomplicated, but the owner was not plain or boring at all-in fact, he was somehow familiar.
"Tim, Sara," said the man. "It is so good to see you!"
To the surprise of me and my sisters, he rushed forward and embraced our parents.
"Callan! We cannot thank you enough for everything you have done for us," said my mother, smiling at the tall stranger. He wasn't very old; judging by the hint of gray in his golden hair and the minuscule wrinkles forming around his green eyes, he could only be a year or two older than my dad. Then again, the past months of separation had aged my father greatly, so perhaps using my dad to deduce one's age wouldn't have made for the most accurate results.
"Girls," spoke my father, turning to face us, "I would like you to meet your uncle Callan."
The word "uncle" echoed through my mind as my eyes widened and blinked in surprise. This man didn't look anything like my dark-haired parents, and surely we would have heard about him sooner had he been blood-related. My mother quickly filled us all in.
"Callan is married to Alice," explained my dear mother. My eyes widened further. This just didn't make sense! But after a minute, it did. It was true, we had never met aunt Alice's husband; they were married when I was so little I had no recollection of the wedding, and whenever we were with Aunt Alice, he was "working abroad." This information, although surprising, began to make perfect sense. Carter was the first to run up and hug this seemingly-new relative; something in the way she looked at him during the first moments in the office told me his appearance rang a bell. One by one, we joined the embrace. My parents stood by and smiled.
Soon we all took a seat in the 8 chairs that sat before his desk. Sure enough, there were framed pictures of my young cousins before us. I smiled. I already felt like I had known my uncle forever.
"I'm so happy to see you all," said uncle Callan with a grin. "But alas, it is time we move on to less-enjoyable matters. I assume you guys know the backstory to all of this?"
We nodded, remembering our mother's explanations in our meeting room earlier today.
"Well, I know how much you guys want to be done with all of this. I completely agree if you decline. However, your parents and I agree that you would be the best for the job. Before you protest, let me explain:
Diana McFiggins Winthrop and Marc A. Winthrop, aka Nanny McFiggins and M.O.N., have been after your parents' invention for years and years now. While there was a time when we thought the contraption was safe and so were your parents, it has become evident that this is not the case; the two are still desperate to get their hands on the invention, and have obviously been trying to use your girls to get through to it. We need to stomp their mission dead before we can truly breathe easy again. The Winthrops-yes, they are indeed married-work alone, fortunately, and rarely use outside forces, so it will be rather easy to get the two of them. However, there's more to it. They have other inventions used mainly to destroy, as well as well-hidden plans to get to the invention. We need to target and destroy the weapons and plans, as well as lock up the Winthrops, before our mission is complete. Unfortunately, these two are very secretive, which is why we feel you six would be the best for the job, as you are more familiar with them and their techniques than any of our secret services are. Should you choose to accept this mission, we will be dividing you up into pairs and sending each pair, as well as a small back-up team, to each of the three targets. I know it's not much information to go off of but please- say you'll accept?"
I was rather shocked and a little angry. Everything had been going so well!! We were finally together and now this stranger wanted to rip us apart again! And our parents supported him-what was this??!
The sound of a chair hitting the ground shook me from my thoughts. Carter stood standing, firm and tall and reliable, staring Callan down quizzically. After a moment of silent analysis, she gave her answer.
"Yes. A million times yes."
Carter! I thought. Are you crazy? Are you trying to get us killed?! However, Carter wasn't alone. Hailee and Bailey stood up with her and pledged their allegiance. I couldn't believe it. Soon, Rikki joined them. After more thought, I gave in. He was right-we would never be able to breathe easy until we stopped the Winthrops for good. I stood up. A few moments later, Kailey rose. It was official. Our new adventure had begun.
Our parents smiled, although they were teary-eyed. Looking back on it, it had to have been the hardest on them. Fortunately, they were to join in with the back-up and research teams. Uncle Callan breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
"Before we get started, you must go through the Protect our Victims and Bystanders and Children program, also known as the POVABAC program. It's basically a Witness Protection Program upgrade for secret scientists-call it what you like. You girls will need to take on new identities and habits. After these past few years, it is likely the Winthrops will know you better than you may like to think. Shall we begin?"
--Alex
Keeli will be joining us.
"Tim, Sara," said the man. "It is so good to see you!"
To the surprise of me and my sisters, he rushed forward and embraced our parents.
"Callan! We cannot thank you enough for everything you have done for us," said my mother, smiling at the tall stranger. He wasn't very old; judging by the hint of gray in his golden hair and the minuscule wrinkles forming around his green eyes, he could only be a year or two older than my dad. Then again, the past months of separation had aged my father greatly, so perhaps using my dad to deduce one's age wouldn't have made for the most accurate results.
"Girls," spoke my father, turning to face us, "I would like you to meet your uncle Callan."
The word "uncle" echoed through my mind as my eyes widened and blinked in surprise. This man didn't look anything like my dark-haired parents, and surely we would have heard about him sooner had he been blood-related. My mother quickly filled us all in.
"Callan is married to Alice," explained my dear mother. My eyes widened further. This just didn't make sense! But after a minute, it did. It was true, we had never met aunt Alice's husband; they were married when I was so little I had no recollection of the wedding, and whenever we were with Aunt Alice, he was "working abroad." This information, although surprising, began to make perfect sense. Carter was the first to run up and hug this seemingly-new relative; something in the way she looked at him during the first moments in the office told me his appearance rang a bell. One by one, we joined the embrace. My parents stood by and smiled.
Soon we all took a seat in the 8 chairs that sat before his desk. Sure enough, there were framed pictures of my young cousins before us. I smiled. I already felt like I had known my uncle forever.
"I'm so happy to see you all," said uncle Callan with a grin. "But alas, it is time we move on to less-enjoyable matters. I assume you guys know the backstory to all of this?"
We nodded, remembering our mother's explanations in our meeting room earlier today.
"Well, I know how much you guys want to be done with all of this. I completely agree if you decline. However, your parents and I agree that you would be the best for the job. Before you protest, let me explain:
Diana McFiggins Winthrop and Marc A. Winthrop, aka Nanny McFiggins and M.O.N., have been after your parents' invention for years and years now. While there was a time when we thought the contraption was safe and so were your parents, it has become evident that this is not the case; the two are still desperate to get their hands on the invention, and have obviously been trying to use your girls to get through to it. We need to stomp their mission dead before we can truly breathe easy again. The Winthrops-yes, they are indeed married-work alone, fortunately, and rarely use outside forces, so it will be rather easy to get the two of them. However, there's more to it. They have other inventions used mainly to destroy, as well as well-hidden plans to get to the invention. We need to target and destroy the weapons and plans, as well as lock up the Winthrops, before our mission is complete. Unfortunately, these two are very secretive, which is why we feel you six would be the best for the job, as you are more familiar with them and their techniques than any of our secret services are. Should you choose to accept this mission, we will be dividing you up into pairs and sending each pair, as well as a small back-up team, to each of the three targets. I know it's not much information to go off of but please- say you'll accept?"
I was rather shocked and a little angry. Everything had been going so well!! We were finally together and now this stranger wanted to rip us apart again! And our parents supported him-what was this??!
The sound of a chair hitting the ground shook me from my thoughts. Carter stood standing, firm and tall and reliable, staring Callan down quizzically. After a moment of silent analysis, she gave her answer.
"Yes. A million times yes."
Carter! I thought. Are you crazy? Are you trying to get us killed?! However, Carter wasn't alone. Hailee and Bailey stood up with her and pledged their allegiance. I couldn't believe it. Soon, Rikki joined them. After more thought, I gave in. He was right-we would never be able to breathe easy until we stopped the Winthrops for good. I stood up. A few moments later, Kailey rose. It was official. Our new adventure had begun.
Our parents smiled, although they were teary-eyed. Looking back on it, it had to have been the hardest on them. Fortunately, they were to join in with the back-up and research teams. Uncle Callan breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
"Before we get started, you must go through the Protect our Victims and Bystanders and Children program, also known as the POVABAC program. It's basically a Witness Protection Program upgrade for secret scientists-call it what you like. You girls will need to take on new identities and habits. After these past few years, it is likely the Winthrops will know you better than you may like to think. Shall we begin?"
--Alex
Keeli will be joining us.
Monday, August 12, 2013
The Prison-Love, Alex
This was crazy. Was Keeli really on M.O.N.'s side? Or did she just not know the dangers of this plane? A thousand thought danced through my brain a mile per second as our plane flew speedily down to the ground. We had to get out. Yes, it was risky. But so was choosing to stay on the plane. Getting out someway, somehow, that would be our safest bet. Almost in perfect sync, we all began looking for parachutes, an emergency slide, whatever. However, there was yet another problem: we were right over the Atlantic Ocean. While our doom had never seemed closer to us than before, we held on to hope. Hope that we could get out safely, hope that we would get closer to finding our abducted parents-hope that we wouldn't lose each other. Not again. Even when we had lost almost everything our normal life gave us, we still had each other. And I don't know if I can bear to lose track of my sisters again. They are best friends. They've kept me going the whole way. I don't think I'd be willing to set out on such a perilous road if it didn't mean I would get closer to finding my parent, or if I couldn't have my sisters by my side.
As we searched for parachutes, my sisters and I began to sing:
"You are my sunshine,
my only sunshine
You make me happy,
when days are gray
I hope you know dear
how much I love you
Oh please don't take my sunshine away"
Maybe we didn't have all the lyrics right, and due to our fear and rush, we were probably out of tune as well. But to me, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard in a loooong time. We repeated what we knew of the song twice before Carter interjected.
"Guys, we've only got about 30 seconds left. Tops. There's no time to lose."
So we continued singing and search, only faster. Hailey had been skimming emergency procedure pamphlets for help on the situation, but M.O.N. and his villainous assistants had covered the pages of most of them with discouraging words, like, "You'll never find them," or, "GO HOME." There was one sentence that was more troubling to us than the others: "There's no point in looking up- it's all going DOWNhill from here!"
Finally, Hailey found an unmarked pamphlet, and quickly figured out how to inflate the emergency slides that were found on both sides of the plane. She also found life jacket, and handed one out to each of us. We released each of the slides and prepared to jump down. Carter, Rikki, and Bailey lined up on the left, while Hailey, Kailey, and I prepared for our jump on the right.
"Alright guys, when I say go, go," said Carter. "And one, two, three- GO!"
We all took one last breath of air and sped down to the ocean. As I flew down, I noticed a tiny black speck int he distance. M.O.N., I thought. He must have parachuted out following his encouraging little announcement, and then hopped aboard one of his jets. It wasn't after long after I had made my assumption that I was was catapulted into the gloomy and bone-chilling water. The shock left my mind quite blank for a moment, but soon I remembered what I was doing and then kicked up to the surface for a breath of air.. The plane was going hay-wire above our heads, and it soon plummeted into the icy sea, not too far from where my sisters and I were. It's splash sent wild waves in our direction. It's a good thing it was quite small. Otherwise, the six of us might have endured much more than two-foot surges of water.
"Well," said Rikki, before pausing for another gulp of air, "What now?"
We all looked around at each other, wondering what to do. That when Kailey spotted a small island, only a hundred feet away from where we were. She gasped and nodded her head towards it, and we all began to swim in its direction. After swimming about 70 feet, Bailey stopped, and turned to face us.
"Hold on a sec," she mumbled, her eyes looking thoughtful and fearful, "What if this is a trap?"
"Bailey, we-" started Kailey, but she was soon interrupted by another voice.
"Bailey's probably right," stated Rikki.
"But Rikki, what else is there to do?!" asked Carter.
Very quickly we had found ourselves in an argument. Half of us protested against the idea of going to the island, but the other three of us defended it, pointing out that we didn't have much choice. After a minute of -ahem- friendly debate, Carter's voice rose and drowned out the rest.
"Alright!! Alright! This is not the time! Bailey, we don't really know wether or not we will be completely safe on the island, but what else is there to do? Swim to Florida? I hate to dictate, but sometimes, the big sister's gotta step up and make the final decision. We are all swimming to the island, even if that means I have to drag you there. We are freezing, and who knows what's to be found in this ocean? Now, swim."
Bailey looked a tad bit shocked, as Carter wasn't one to yell often. And, without any more debate, we swam towards the island.
After we had finally reached the small, very foresty, island, we laid down on the warm sand and took a nap. We didn't even bother to pick someone to take watch; we were THAT tired. Once we had woken up (which was, according to Rikki's watch, after about two hours), we divided up into partners to go and explore. We hadn't gotten far when Kailey and Bailey made a discovery. We gathered around to see what it was. A silver grate was under the sand, making some sort of entry-way into some sort of underground system. Whoever exited it last must have been in a rush to leave, because only about three-quarters of it was hidden under the sand. We took our chances and very carefully opened it up. A ladder extended itself, and, going oldest-to-youngest, we all climbed down and found ourselves in a long, gray hallway. We crept along the walls until we came to a door. Feeling anxious to find some new leads, we opened it and walked into some sort of kitchen. The kitchen led to a little living room, which had two doors: each one to a bedroom. The first one had white walls and was quite plain with only small bed in the corner and a window. The second bedroom was quite the opposite. A king-sized bed was up against one wall, and a TV was against the opposite wall. It was a very nice one, I might add; however, it seemed to have received no use, and the remotes were collecting dust. The window seemed was locked shut very tightly, with a combination lock keeping anyone but the lock's owner unaware of the combination. This room had it's own bathroom, and a very spacious closet. And something was odd: the bed was unmade, he shower was still damp from having been recently used, and... why could we hear footsteps? We all hid behind the bed quickly, but it was too late. Whoever it was had already seen us. A gasp was heard and my sisters and I prepared for the worst. However, the worst didn't come at all- no, this was the greatest sight we had beheld in years!
Right in front of us stood our amazing mother.
-Alex
"Well," said Rikki, before pausing for another gulp of air, "What now?"
We all looked around at each other, wondering what to do. That when Kailey spotted a small island, only a hundred feet away from where we were. She gasped and nodded her head towards it, and we all began to swim in its direction. After swimming about 70 feet, Bailey stopped, and turned to face us.
"Hold on a sec," she mumbled, her eyes looking thoughtful and fearful, "What if this is a trap?"
"Bailey, we-" started Kailey, but she was soon interrupted by another voice.
"Bailey's probably right," stated Rikki.
"But Rikki, what else is there to do?!" asked Carter.
Very quickly we had found ourselves in an argument. Half of us protested against the idea of going to the island, but the other three of us defended it, pointing out that we didn't have much choice. After a minute of -ahem- friendly debate, Carter's voice rose and drowned out the rest.
"Alright!! Alright! This is not the time! Bailey, we don't really know wether or not we will be completely safe on the island, but what else is there to do? Swim to Florida? I hate to dictate, but sometimes, the big sister's gotta step up and make the final decision. We are all swimming to the island, even if that means I have to drag you there. We are freezing, and who knows what's to be found in this ocean? Now, swim."
Bailey looked a tad bit shocked, as Carter wasn't one to yell often. And, without any more debate, we swam towards the island.
After we had finally reached the small, very foresty, island, we laid down on the warm sand and took a nap. We didn't even bother to pick someone to take watch; we were THAT tired. Once we had woken up (which was, according to Rikki's watch, after about two hours), we divided up into partners to go and explore. We hadn't gotten far when Kailey and Bailey made a discovery. We gathered around to see what it was. A silver grate was under the sand, making some sort of entry-way into some sort of underground system. Whoever exited it last must have been in a rush to leave, because only about three-quarters of it was hidden under the sand. We took our chances and very carefully opened it up. A ladder extended itself, and, going oldest-to-youngest, we all climbed down and found ourselves in a long, gray hallway. We crept along the walls until we came to a door. Feeling anxious to find some new leads, we opened it and walked into some sort of kitchen. The kitchen led to a little living room, which had two doors: each one to a bedroom. The first one had white walls and was quite plain with only small bed in the corner and a window. The second bedroom was quite the opposite. A king-sized bed was up against one wall, and a TV was against the opposite wall. It was a very nice one, I might add; however, it seemed to have received no use, and the remotes were collecting dust. The window seemed was locked shut very tightly, with a combination lock keeping anyone but the lock's owner unaware of the combination. This room had it's own bathroom, and a very spacious closet. And something was odd: the bed was unmade, he shower was still damp from having been recently used, and... why could we hear footsteps? We all hid behind the bed quickly, but it was too late. Whoever it was had already seen us. A gasp was heard and my sisters and I prepared for the worst. However, the worst didn't come at all- no, this was the greatest sight we had beheld in years!
Right in front of us stood our amazing mother.
-Alex
Monday, October 15, 2012
Tally-ho!- Alex
Before I let you know what happens next, I am going to fill you in on what happened before we got together.
As you probably already know, Carter, Hailey, Kailey, and I put our trust in Keeli and followed her for miles and miles with the hope she could take us to Bailey and Rikki. It had been days of traveling, but it felt like weeks, even months. Finally, we came to our destination. It was a ginormous, stony castle that must have been hundreds of years old.
"Wow," Hailey breathed, "It's absolutely... gorgeous. In a mysterious way."
She was right. It was crumbling and grey, but beautiful with it's large stone arch and the sun just peaking above the top, which told us it had to be early in the morning. We stood there for a moment, just absorbing the sight that lay before us.
"Wait," Carter spoke, interrupting our still silence, "Where are we?"
Keeli turned to face us.
"Carter, Alex, Hailey, and Kailey, I would like to invite you to the lovely countryside of England.
We all stood froze, our mouths gaping open in awe. It was pretty crazy to believe that we had tradeed all the way to England, but in a way it also made sense: the long subway, bus, and taxi rides that took us to the airport, where we flew for hours upon hours, and the landing in a place where for some reason everyone had British accents and drove on the left side of the road... I silently laughed at myself. How could we not know? I guess we were so caught up in thought about wether we could trust Keeli or not and when we'd get to unite with Bailey and Rikki.
"Now, if you'll just follow me." Keeli said as she walked to towards the castle. We followed her, anxious about what would next take place for about hundred yards. Once we arrived at the foot of the castle, Keeli halted and looked at us with a troubled look.
"Look, I don't know how safe this is. Are you sure you want to do this? The last thing I want is you guys getting hurt."
Kailee, young and petite Kailee, who had been so quiet the whole trip, snorted.
"We've made it this far and you really think you can stop us from getting to our sisters?" She asked Keeli.
"You mean, you guys would really risk your safety for your sisters?"
Carter gave her a very odd and shocked look and replied to Keeli,
"Of course! We're family! We've been risking our safety for about a year searching for our parents, and we're not separating. We're doing this together. We love each other. We are each other's best friends."
Keeli just thought for a moment before looking up at us all with tears in her eyes.
"Well, what are we waiting for?"
We got into the castle easily. In fact, too easily. Keeli led us up steep, spiral staircase, down long, sun-lit corridors, and across chilly, spacious rooms. Finally, we all filed into a small closet. It was quite cold, and goose bumps prickled across our skin as we waited in silence. Many long minutes later, Bailey entered through the door. For the second time that morning, we were dumbfounded. How did Keeli know Bailey would com into this very closet amongst the many scattered across the very expansive building? We only wondered for a moment before we all hugged Bailey tight- even Keeli. We were just so happy to be with her. However, there was still something wrong: Rikki wasn't here. Where was she? As you probably already read in Kailee's post, we clambered up the staircase and it wasn't long before we were once again trapped between M.O.N. and Nanny Mcfiggins. Us Six Sisters had beat made it past the two before, and us seven did it even faster. Soon we were racing with all our might away from them, for we knew it couldn't take long for them to catch up. We all hid into a ditch, and, thanks to some pure luck, they charged on past us. We waited forever and then walked back to a main road where we caught a ride to a cheap hotel. How we'll pay for it, I don't know. Keeli says we needn't worry, though. She says she's got a few connections that could spare the bill. I hope she's right. She's still with us, helping us out. I think she wants to stay and assist us in our search for our parents. I think she can be a great help, but I don't know much about her. How has she got these "connections"? How'd we get out of the U.S. without passports? How did she know where Bailey and Rikki were? Why does she want to help us? I guess we'll just have to wait and see!
-Alex :)
As you probably already know, Carter, Hailey, Kailey, and I put our trust in Keeli and followed her for miles and miles with the hope she could take us to Bailey and Rikki. It had been days of traveling, but it felt like weeks, even months. Finally, we came to our destination. It was a ginormous, stony castle that must have been hundreds of years old.
"Wow," Hailey breathed, "It's absolutely... gorgeous. In a mysterious way."
She was right. It was crumbling and grey, but beautiful with it's large stone arch and the sun just peaking above the top, which told us it had to be early in the morning. We stood there for a moment, just absorbing the sight that lay before us.
"Wait," Carter spoke, interrupting our still silence, "Where are we?"
Keeli turned to face us.
"Carter, Alex, Hailey, and Kailey, I would like to invite you to the lovely countryside of England.
We all stood froze, our mouths gaping open in awe. It was pretty crazy to believe that we had tradeed all the way to England, but in a way it also made sense: the long subway, bus, and taxi rides that took us to the airport, where we flew for hours upon hours, and the landing in a place where for some reason everyone had British accents and drove on the left side of the road... I silently laughed at myself. How could we not know? I guess we were so caught up in thought about wether we could trust Keeli or not and when we'd get to unite with Bailey and Rikki.
"Now, if you'll just follow me." Keeli said as she walked to towards the castle. We followed her, anxious about what would next take place for about hundred yards. Once we arrived at the foot of the castle, Keeli halted and looked at us with a troubled look.
"Look, I don't know how safe this is. Are you sure you want to do this? The last thing I want is you guys getting hurt."
Kailee, young and petite Kailee, who had been so quiet the whole trip, snorted.
"We've made it this far and you really think you can stop us from getting to our sisters?" She asked Keeli.
"You mean, you guys would really risk your safety for your sisters?"
Carter gave her a very odd and shocked look and replied to Keeli,
"Of course! We're family! We've been risking our safety for about a year searching for our parents, and we're not separating. We're doing this together. We love each other. We are each other's best friends."
Keeli just thought for a moment before looking up at us all with tears in her eyes.
"Well, what are we waiting for?"
We got into the castle easily. In fact, too easily. Keeli led us up steep, spiral staircase, down long, sun-lit corridors, and across chilly, spacious rooms. Finally, we all filed into a small closet. It was quite cold, and goose bumps prickled across our skin as we waited in silence. Many long minutes later, Bailey entered through the door. For the second time that morning, we were dumbfounded. How did Keeli know Bailey would com into this very closet amongst the many scattered across the very expansive building? We only wondered for a moment before we all hugged Bailey tight- even Keeli. We were just so happy to be with her. However, there was still something wrong: Rikki wasn't here. Where was she? As you probably already read in Kailee's post, we clambered up the staircase and it wasn't long before we were once again trapped between M.O.N. and Nanny Mcfiggins. Us Six Sisters had beat made it past the two before, and us seven did it even faster. Soon we were racing with all our might away from them, for we knew it couldn't take long for them to catch up. We all hid into a ditch, and, thanks to some pure luck, they charged on past us. We waited forever and then walked back to a main road where we caught a ride to a cheap hotel. How we'll pay for it, I don't know. Keeli says we needn't worry, though. She says she's got a few connections that could spare the bill. I hope she's right. She's still with us, helping us out. I think she wants to stay and assist us in our search for our parents. I think she can be a great help, but I don't know much about her. How has she got these "connections"? How'd we get out of the U.S. without passports? How did she know where Bailey and Rikki were? Why does she want to help us? I guess we'll just have to wait and see!
-Alex :)
Monday, August 13, 2012
Digging a Little Deeper- Love, Alex
If I could give an award for the creepiest, scariest, yet goofiest thing I've ever seen in my life, it would go to Nanny Mcfiggins in this very moment. Now, from what I've heard, Nanny McFiggins hadn't always been all hairy moles and creepy smiles, she used to actually be- as odd as this sounds- pretty. The boys would chase after her as if she were a million bucks. And apparently that's how she looked to them. Then I guess as time changed, her heart turned cold, and her outer-appearance seemed to soak up the evil inside of her. And she had never looked as creepy as she had at that moment: her evil-soaked, green eyes bulged ferociously out of her sockets, her nose seemed to be twitching, which looked more like it was trying to do some kind of hip-hop routine, her nostrils were flared, her lips curled in a nasty grin, and then her hair stuck up like she had been struck by lightning or something. Her arms were raised above Kailee with a metal bar clenched within her hands. Kailee lay motionless on the floor, and had obviously been knocked unconscious by Nanny McFiggin's "weapon". Unfortunately, this wasn't our only problem. We were separated. Rikki and Bailey were gone. Wait, I thought to myself, Bailey's still here... But didn't she leave? This Bailey had to be a fake. I wanted to point out the fake-Bailey to my sisters.Then I had a better idea. What if she could lead us to Rikki and the real Bailey, then to our parents? Maybe she's trying to help us? There was no way to know quite yet. "Looks like we'll be keeping her around," I muttered to myself. I knew it wouldn't take long for my other sisters to figure it out, but oh well. We can figure that other problem out later...
I snapped back to the present, as Nanny McFiggins stomped towards me. Play it cool, relax, remember what you're here for, my conscience whispered to me, be strong. I took a deep breathe and stood up a little taller.
"What do you want from us?" I pleaded to my former "nanny", "What have we ever done to you?"
She smirked, which was followed my a malicious giggle, then took a breath, as if she was going to tell me why, when she instead turned to Hailey, picked her up by her collar, and slammed her against the wall.
"Stop!" Carter cried, her eyes slightly misty.
"Don't hurt her!"
Nanny McFiggins seemed to loosen her grip, but continued to hold poor Hailee against the wall.
"Please, just tell us," Carter asked, looking deeper into Nanny McFiggin's eyes, her tone softer. And
I knew why. She was trying to loosen her up a little, calm her, and read into her eyes. She was trying to find meaning of why a girl who once had everything she seemed to have wanted turn into a cruel old lady, taking six sisters' lives into her hands and ripping it apart, bit by bit, by taking what they had loved, destroying their lives as they had once been. It worked. Nanny McFiggins let go of Hailee, who stumbled to the floor, struggling to catch her breath. Carter, Hailey, fake-Bailey, and I all stood still, wondering what was to happen next. I'm sure we all had the same thought: Nanny McFiggins was going to snap out of it any minute and go wacko on us again. Then the unthinkable happened. There was a deep grumble as the door opened up, showing the way to where Rikki and the real Bailey were. We immediately took action: Carter carefully tossed the still-unconciouss Kailey over her shoulder, Hailee stood up, and we all headed for the door. As everybody took off, I looked back a second to watch Nanny McFiggins slump down to the floor, her back leaning up against the wall, her face clearly deep in thought. For I second, I could almost see the old her, the kind, beautiful one, instead of the crazy, nasty-looking one. It had me feeling bad for a second, but then I remembered what she had done to us, her on-going effort to destroy my family's lives, and realized she was probably going to snap back to her mean-self. So I ran ahead, catching up with Carter, Hailee, Kailee, and "Bailey". We continued to move along carefully, but still with force and speed, searching for Rikki and Bailey. We had been looking for about 10 minutes, when the fake-Bailey finally spoke,
"I'm tiiiireddd!" she exclaimed, her lips pouting and arms crossed. I snorted. This girl clearly had no idea what our real Bailey was like. Sure, she was young, and a girly-girl, but she was stronger than you'd think. If the real Bailey was here, she'd be focused on finding our parents, she would be helping us out, and getting her hands dirty in the process. That's what we'd all be doing. Oh, and she would certainly never whine like a baby. Carter and Hailee's faces showed they were thinking the same thing I was: this girl is a fake. And that's why I'll be calling her "Fail-ey" from now on!
"Deal." Carter said, her face showing disgust. Fail-ey glared at her, pulled out some lip-gloss, puckered up and smothered her already-pink lips with the thick, glossy substance. At that point, I wouldn't be surprised if it was my face that showed disgust; it was how I felt.
"That's better!" she exclaimed, as she smiled and did a little dance. She then turned toward Carter, and glared at her again as she spoke between gritted teeth,
"Don't. You. Tell. Me what to do!" She then stepped back, stuffed some bubble-gum in her mouth, and plastered another smile on her face. I laughed at her, but this time it wasn't mentally.
"Look," I said to Fail-ey," I don't know what in the name of cotton-candy you are trying to get at. WE know you're a fake, and it doesn't take a brainiac to notice it. Why don't you tell us what's going on, het us to our sisters, and then we can part ways as acquaintances, nice, clean, and easy." I took a step closer, softening my eyes a little bit, trying to hint that we didn't mean harm, we just wanted our sisters back. And that's when another surprise hit me: Wasn't MON in the room when Kailee had been knocked out? How did he escape so fast?! Great, I thought, another mystery- another knot we need to untangle before we can get back to our quest to find our parents!
For the second time within that last 15 minutes, I was still again, as were Carter, Hailee, and, obviously, Kailee. We were all wondering what was going to happen next, and why this was happening in the first place. Then things started to look up. Kailee woke up and seemed okay, minus the goose-egg on her head, the tired expression on her face, and the cut under her eye once she had fallen, and Fail-ey spoke,
"Fine," she said as she looked up at all of us, a pleading look on her face, "I'll tell you where your sisters are."
And that's where we are now, on a subway in Chicago with "Fail-ey"- well, her real name is
Keeli- and she says she's a lost girl who says she has good intentions, and knows where Rikki and Bailey are. Trusting her is a risk we are willing to take; we need our sisters. We need our parents. We need each other, all together. And I want to know: What went wrong with Nanny McFiggins?
Wish us luck!
-Alex :D
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
A Chemical Reaction- Alex
We raced, raced, and then raced some more, after our parents and the two wretched people behind all of this: M.O.N. and Nanny McFiggins. We raced for what felt like forever, through the rolling hills, dirt roads, and clusters of trees. I didn't know how an old witch like Nanny McFiggins could run sooo fast! Finally, my sisters and I caught something: a clue. As our parents were dragged around, unconscious, on mysterious toboggans by our two enemies, I looked down at my father's left hand. It was rough and tan from his time spent outside working, but something still wasn't tight. As I looked closer, I noticed something was missing. Two years ago, my dad was out chopping wood. Blinded by the raging storm happening all around him, he swung his hatchet, but instead of hitting the wood, he hit his hand. It was all okay by the time he had gotten it all stitched up, but the long, straight line the hatchet had cut remained as a scar. Upon the impostor of my father's left hand lay a smooth stretch of skin, as if nothing had happened.
Clearly, his wasn't our father. I skidded to a halt and tackled my sisters to the ground. Before they could ask what the heck was happening, I motioned for them to follow me in an army crawl into a small ditch.
"That wasn't Dad," I explained to my very confused sisters,
"Whatever or whoever M.O.N. and Nanny Mcfiggins are carrying around, it's not Dad. It's a trick!"
Before my sisters could react, and explosion had taken place merely ten yards away from us. It didn't reach us, but I could tell it would have been very bad if it had. Nanny McFiggins and M.O.N. had ran away. Our fake nanny was cackling as the latter wore a maniacal grin upon his wretched face; you could tell, even without seeing him. The explosion had caused the rocks within five feet of the middle of the dirt road to be blasted into the air, causing a bare spot along the road and, within second, a downpour of pebbles, flying down onto our heads. We ran away quickly, and I explained what I had acknowledged as we ran, how I knew the two bodies that lay lifeless on the toboggan were a coy. Pretty soon, we were back to were we were before our attempt to gain our "parents" back took place: the old cabin. We spent minute upon minute, hour upon hour, and day upon day searching for clues in those old photos. Nothing came to mind. Finally, we decided we had to leave before we ran out of provisions and supplies, and decided to go back to Aunt Alice's. Once there, we asked her the question that had burned within us ever since our quest had begun,
"Why would Nanny McFiggins and M.O.N. just take our parents away like that?" Carter questioned as we sat upon the couch in our aunt's living room with a fresh pair of clothes and hot apple cider.
Aunt Alice raised her eyebrow a little bit.
"I thought you girls already knew," she asked.
"We mean in detail," Carter continued.
"We know in general why, but not the whole story."
Aunt Alice took a deep breath, and looked us all deeply in the eyes before beginning the tale:
"What miracle?" asked Kailey, her eyes full of wonder.
"You," our aunt replied with a smile.
"You girls were the miracle. There was a problem, and you girls stood up together as sisters. You all held potential we couldn't even imagine. We all looked at you as young and unprepared to take what life gave you. But then you proved us wrong, just like your mother did when she saved you father."
She smiled at us. All was silent for that one golden moment. Before it could all soak in, Rikki stood up,
"Come on," she announced with confidence,
"Our parents are somewhere out there and we're going to get them!"
Carter stood up and nodded. We all followed. And just like that, we had bid our dear farewells to my favorite aunt and left.
"Where to?" asked Hailey as we walked down the long road to town.
"Easy," replied Rikki.
"Where was the place our parent's love grew? Where was that place where our mother took a stand? Where was that place this all began?"
Nobody answered. We all knew just where we were going.
Anyone ready to play scientist?
-Alex
Clearly, his wasn't our father. I skidded to a halt and tackled my sisters to the ground. Before they could ask what the heck was happening, I motioned for them to follow me in an army crawl into a small ditch.
"That wasn't Dad," I explained to my very confused sisters,
"Whatever or whoever M.O.N. and Nanny Mcfiggins are carrying around, it's not Dad. It's a trick!"
Before my sisters could react, and explosion had taken place merely ten yards away from us. It didn't reach us, but I could tell it would have been very bad if it had. Nanny McFiggins and M.O.N. had ran away. Our fake nanny was cackling as the latter wore a maniacal grin upon his wretched face; you could tell, even without seeing him. The explosion had caused the rocks within five feet of the middle of the dirt road to be blasted into the air, causing a bare spot along the road and, within second, a downpour of pebbles, flying down onto our heads. We ran away quickly, and I explained what I had acknowledged as we ran, how I knew the two bodies that lay lifeless on the toboggan were a coy. Pretty soon, we were back to were we were before our attempt to gain our "parents" back took place: the old cabin. We spent minute upon minute, hour upon hour, and day upon day searching for clues in those old photos. Nothing came to mind. Finally, we decided we had to leave before we ran out of provisions and supplies, and decided to go back to Aunt Alice's. Once there, we asked her the question that had burned within us ever since our quest had begun,
"Why would Nanny McFiggins and M.O.N. just take our parents away like that?" Carter questioned as we sat upon the couch in our aunt's living room with a fresh pair of clothes and hot apple cider.
Aunt Alice raised her eyebrow a little bit.
"I thought you girls already knew," she asked.
"We mean in detail," Carter continued.
"We know in general why, but not the whole story."
Aunt Alice took a deep breath, and looked us all deeply in the eyes before beginning the tale:
"18 years ago, your parent were both working at the same building as scientists. U.S.B. it was called, I believe. It stood for the "Unidentified Science Building". Wait, no, it was something else... Ah, anyways, whatever it was, it was the science headquarters for almost all important, private investigations, whether it was the CIA or the FBI coming in with things that needed to be checked out or investigated. Your parents didn't know each other then. Then they were but on the McFiggins case. Their boss led them both into the same room, told them about what they were working on. It was the most private case they had ever had. Your parents had sworn under secrecy to not talk about it. And as they worked together, well, they fell in love.
"But that was when it got dangerous. The people of the case came in an identified and pretty much unseen. The rest was a blur. I never got the details. All I know is that your dad was put in mortal danger, and your mom stepped in. She was young. But this was a risk worth taken. She saved your father. They barely got away. They married three months later. A year later, Carter was born. They stayed hidden in the country for eighteen years, as each of you was born. They wanted to keep you all safe. And they did a great job. And then that all changed. You remember that day, I'm sure you do. They were taken. And none of us know why. There were those three days when all of us, your parents' siblings, cousins, parents, aunts, uncles, began praying for some miracle. We knew Nanny McFiggins was up to no good; all she wanted was that stash of money your parents were saving, convinced to buy you girls your freedom someday, just maybe. We didn't know what could possibly be happening to you girls. And that's when the miracle did come."
"What miracle?" asked Kailey, her eyes full of wonder.
"You," our aunt replied with a smile.
"You girls were the miracle. There was a problem, and you girls stood up together as sisters. You all held potential we couldn't even imagine. We all looked at you as young and unprepared to take what life gave you. But then you proved us wrong, just like your mother did when she saved you father."
She smiled at us. All was silent for that one golden moment. Before it could all soak in, Rikki stood up,
"Come on," she announced with confidence,
"Our parents are somewhere out there and we're going to get them!"
Carter stood up and nodded. We all followed. And just like that, we had bid our dear farewells to my favorite aunt and left.
"Where to?" asked Hailey as we walked down the long road to town.
"Easy," replied Rikki.
"Where was the place our parent's love grew? Where was that place where our mother took a stand? Where was that place this all began?"
Nobody answered. We all knew just where we were going.
Anyone ready to play scientist?
-Alex
Saturday, March 10, 2012
So it is a Small World After All...- Love, ALex
Carter lay unconscious on the floor. The man in black came walking towards me. He eyed me like I was his next dinner. This didn't make me feel too secure. And then it all happened; before I knew it, he grabbed me. Without even thinking, I smacked him hard, right across the face. Now, I may not be the toughest girl on the block, but that looked like it hurt! He fell back clutching his face.
"C'Mon!" I yelled out to my sisters. Rikki flung limp Carter over her shoulders and we ran out to the nearest door. How do we know which way to go?! I thought. There's got to be a million doors around here! And then I saw it- a door that might be an exit! Well, I didn't find it, but Kailee pointed it out to me: A big, black door at the end at a deserted hall. Right in the middle was a large, tiny lightning bolt, flashing at us like some kind of sign. We stealthily crept along the wall and circled around the door. Bailey reached out and turned the handle; it was locked! I pushed her aside and tried it myself, but there was still no movement in the handle. Kailey looked away, ashamed of getting our hopes up. But then expression changed: Rikki had opened the door! We all smiled and could have shouted with joy. We stepped through the mysterious door, anxious to find out what our adventure would bring us next. We tip-toed along the bright, yellow corridors and found ourselves facing another door. Instead of it being black with a lightning bolt, it was a magenta door with a lily planted in the middle. We repeated our last door-opening routine, all taking turns attempting to open the door. Finally, Bailey opened it and we stepped in to find ourselves in a magenta passageway. After we passed through our third door (blue with a bright pink brain imprinted on it, opened by Hailey), I realized something: we all had our bracelets on, the ones we each received as we turned nine, from Mom and Dad. Carter's had a golden staff charm, Rikki's had a lightning charm, I had a lime green music note charm, Bailey had a silver lily as a charm, Hailey had a small, pink brain, and Kailey's bracelet was complete with small, pink heart enclosed in a big red heart as a charm. Each door was opened by the owner with the charm matching the imprint upon the door. We continued to hurry along the colorful corridors enclosed behind each door (Luckily, Carter had woken up and had enough strength to open her door, the last one) and once we had completed our little maze, we found ourself outside in the fresh air. But where were we?
"Guys..." Hailey said as she gulped.
"I don't think we're in America anymore..."
We all looked up. Up on a shiny, metallic flag pole was a red flag with little yellow stars up in the corner. In shock, I finally realized something...
"C'Mon!" I yelled out to my sisters. Rikki flung limp Carter over her shoulders and we ran out to the nearest door. How do we know which way to go?! I thought. There's got to be a million doors around here! And then I saw it- a door that might be an exit! Well, I didn't find it, but Kailee pointed it out to me: A big, black door at the end at a deserted hall. Right in the middle was a large, tiny lightning bolt, flashing at us like some kind of sign. We stealthily crept along the wall and circled around the door. Bailey reached out and turned the handle; it was locked! I pushed her aside and tried it myself, but there was still no movement in the handle. Kailey looked away, ashamed of getting our hopes up. But then expression changed: Rikki had opened the door! We all smiled and could have shouted with joy. We stepped through the mysterious door, anxious to find out what our adventure would bring us next. We tip-toed along the bright, yellow corridors and found ourselves facing another door. Instead of it being black with a lightning bolt, it was a magenta door with a lily planted in the middle. We repeated our last door-opening routine, all taking turns attempting to open the door. Finally, Bailey opened it and we stepped in to find ourselves in a magenta passageway. After we passed through our third door (blue with a bright pink brain imprinted on it, opened by Hailey), I realized something: we all had our bracelets on, the ones we each received as we turned nine, from Mom and Dad. Carter's had a golden staff charm, Rikki's had a lightning charm, I had a lime green music note charm, Bailey had a silver lily as a charm, Hailey had a small, pink brain, and Kailey's bracelet was complete with small, pink heart enclosed in a big red heart as a charm. Each door was opened by the owner with the charm matching the imprint upon the door. We continued to hurry along the colorful corridors enclosed behind each door (Luckily, Carter had woken up and had enough strength to open her door, the last one) and once we had completed our little maze, we found ourself outside in the fresh air. But where were we?
"Guys..." Hailey said as she gulped.
"I don't think we're in America anymore..."
We all looked up. Up on a shiny, metallic flag pole was a red flag with little yellow stars up in the corner. In shock, I finally realized something...
My sisters and I really weren't in America anymore. Oh-no. My sisters and I had just found ourselves in
China.
Let the adventures begin!
-Alex
Saturday, January 7, 2012
I Take a Little Cat Nap- Love, Alex
"Come to me, my pretty," a voice said unto me. It rattled my insides with its slither, and iced my insides with it's rasp...
"I know what you want. Come to me! Your sisters don't care about you. All they care about is finding your parents, so you can go back to a normal life in the woods. You don't want that, my dear. Oh, no. Follow me, come to me, and I will give you what you want. I mansion in Paris, a condo in the suburbs. A cabin in Norway. I will give you fame. Glory. The love of thousands of fans screaming your name!"
The mysterious voice continued to rise, as did the tension.
"I... I want it..." I mumbled, all in a daze.
"I will follow you, master."
"Yes. Yes! Come unto me, dearest Alexandria!"
I could feel myself walking into a darkness. I was being pulled in. I couldn't it stop it! I tried to scream, no voice came out.
"AUGHHHHHH!"
My eyes flipped open. I found myself asleep on a park bench, drenched in sweat.
"Awkward..." I muttered to myself, as I sat up.
And then I realized something.
Something was wrong.
Where were my sisters?
I raced around the park, "No! No!" I shouted.
"Carter?! Rikki?! Haliey, Bailey?! Kaileeeeeeee?!" No reply. I then followed my first instinct: I sat down on the bottom of the kiddy slide and wept.
"How could this be?" I moaned.
Why?!
My sobbing was abruptly stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"Alex?"
I looked up. Rikki!
I turned around and gave her a hug.
"Oh, Rikki, I was so afraid! I thought I was lost, or y'all were lost, and, and, I'm just so glad everything's OK!"
"Alex!" Rikki yelled.
"What?" I asked, obviously in sheer confusion.
"It's not OK. Nothing is OK!"
"Huh? Wait, what do you mean?"
"They're gone. Hailey, Kailee, Bailey. Disappeared. And do you know how worried sick your poor sister Carter has been? Our three little sisters were just kidnapped, and you just lay there, sleeping, like it's all fine, just fine. And then you finally snap out of dream-land, you can't find your sisters, and what do you do? Huh? You sat there and CRIED! CRIED! If we're going to find our parents, you're going to need to step it up. You're dragging us all down! You're a baby, your'e a drama queen, I knew you should've just stayed home and babysat the girls. Maybe then we could have done something..."
"What? Rikki, I'm sorry. I didn't know!"
"Of course you didn't know!" She yelled. Now everybody was staring.
"Rikki, you're drawing attention..."
"DRAWING ATTENTION?! IS THIS WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT?! HUH?! ALEX, YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE, YOU, YOU LITTLE... LITTLE..."
I didn't understand! Rikki may be tough, but she is one of the kindest people I know. The only time I had heard her voice this loud was when she was showing up to the punk who was making fun of Kailee. She had always loved her sisters, she had never gotten this mad at us before!
Then the really unbelievable happened.
Rikki sat down and sobbed.
"Rikki, aw, no, Rikki, it's OK. You are right, this is all my fault. Aw, Rikki."
She snapped up. She pulled something out from behind her, aimed it at my face, and before I knew it, I could feel myself get tired. Really tired. I saw before me, a girl, a girl jumping out of a suit. She ripped off a mask, showing her true identity.
"Haha, maybe he was right, you are the gullible one."
That was all I saw before I fell into a deep, dark, slumber.
"I know what you want. Come to me! Your sisters don't care about you. All they care about is finding your parents, so you can go back to a normal life in the woods. You don't want that, my dear. Oh, no. Follow me, come to me, and I will give you what you want. I mansion in Paris, a condo in the suburbs. A cabin in Norway. I will give you fame. Glory. The love of thousands of fans screaming your name!"
The mysterious voice continued to rise, as did the tension.
"I... I want it..." I mumbled, all in a daze.
"I will follow you, master."
"Yes. Yes! Come unto me, dearest Alexandria!"
I could feel myself walking into a darkness. I was being pulled in. I couldn't it stop it! I tried to scream, no voice came out.
"AUGHHHHHH!"
My eyes flipped open. I found myself asleep on a park bench, drenched in sweat.
"Awkward..." I muttered to myself, as I sat up.
And then I realized something.
Something was wrong.
Where were my sisters?
I raced around the park, "No! No!" I shouted.
"Carter?! Rikki?! Haliey, Bailey?! Kaileeeeeeee?!" No reply. I then followed my first instinct: I sat down on the bottom of the kiddy slide and wept.
"How could this be?" I moaned.
Why?!
My sobbing was abruptly stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"Alex?"
I looked up. Rikki!
I turned around and gave her a hug.
"Oh, Rikki, I was so afraid! I thought I was lost, or y'all were lost, and, and, I'm just so glad everything's OK!"
"Alex!" Rikki yelled.
"What?" I asked, obviously in sheer confusion.
"It's not OK. Nothing is OK!"
"Huh? Wait, what do you mean?"
"They're gone. Hailey, Kailee, Bailey. Disappeared. And do you know how worried sick your poor sister Carter has been? Our three little sisters were just kidnapped, and you just lay there, sleeping, like it's all fine, just fine. And then you finally snap out of dream-land, you can't find your sisters, and what do you do? Huh? You sat there and CRIED! CRIED! If we're going to find our parents, you're going to need to step it up. You're dragging us all down! You're a baby, your'e a drama queen, I knew you should've just stayed home and babysat the girls. Maybe then we could have done something..."
"What? Rikki, I'm sorry. I didn't know!"
"Of course you didn't know!" She yelled. Now everybody was staring.
"Rikki, you're drawing attention..."
"DRAWING ATTENTION?! IS THIS WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT?! HUH?! ALEX, YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE, YOU, YOU LITTLE... LITTLE..."
I didn't understand! Rikki may be tough, but she is one of the kindest people I know. The only time I had heard her voice this loud was when she was showing up to the punk who was making fun of Kailee. She had always loved her sisters, she had never gotten this mad at us before!
Then the really unbelievable happened.
Rikki sat down and sobbed.
"Rikki, aw, no, Rikki, it's OK. You are right, this is all my fault. Aw, Rikki."
She snapped up. She pulled something out from behind her, aimed it at my face, and before I knew it, I could feel myself get tired. Really tired. I saw before me, a girl, a girl jumping out of a suit. She ripped off a mask, showing her true identity.
"Haha, maybe he was right, you are the gullible one."
That was all I saw before I fell into a deep, dark, slumber.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
We Do Some Scary Ninja Stuff- Love, Alex
227118! 227118! 227118!
It just didn't make sense. One minute all my sisters and I were reunited, and the next, we were all separated.
Then again, I didn't catch all of it. All I remember was seeing my sisters in jail, and then the big guys in black came and said they were to be put in separate cells. Then my world went black. Why were we put in jail in the first place? What did we do wrong? I may not be Sherlock, but even I can tell this just didn't piece together.
I woke up in a cold and dark room. I didn't know where I was, what was happening, and I had a major headache; my instincts told me automatically that all I could do was cry, so I did. I cried and cried for hours upon hours. I know, I know, I am the second oldest and should be a better help and do something, bit I just couldn't.
And then hope came.
I heard a groan coming from a corner.
"What the..." was all I said before,
"AUUUUGH!"
I literally jumped 5 feet above the ground! I raced to the other corner, but before I could move a foot, a hand jumped out and grabbed my ankle.
Now it was my turn to scream.
"AU-"
A hand clamped over my mouth.
"Yubtrbquietrwllullbklled," the mysterious voice said. Wait a second... I knew that voice!
"Rikki?" I mumbled through the hand.
"Shhh!" another voice hushed me. Wait a minute, that wasn't just another voice, it was the voices of five different people... My sisters!
They all laid out the plan to me in hushed tones, but before they could tell me what we were looking for, a wall opened up.
"Rise and shine, my little darlings!" a creepy voice boomed,
"You don't want to be late for your death, now do you? That would just be rude!"
DEATH???
Before I had time to pass out, my hands and feet were chained and I was flipped upside down over a boiling pool of fire.
An hour later, feeling so near to death, I cleared my throat and prepared to tell my sisters how much I loved them when a knife brushed up against my face, cutting the ropes binding my wrists together.
"Alex! Let out your hand!" a voice whispered.
I did as asked and another hand then pulled me up.
"Rikki!" I squealed as I gave my dear sister a hug. We then quickly saved our other sisters and found poor Kailey was unconscious, so Rikki carried her the whole way as we raced to any exit out of this wretched building.
Well, you've pry already read Kailey's post, so I'll just let you know we're still looking. Uh-oh, i gotta go i hear fotstreps1
Later!
Alwecvbn!!!!!!!!!!@@@@
It just didn't make sense. One minute all my sisters and I were reunited, and the next, we were all separated.
Then again, I didn't catch all of it. All I remember was seeing my sisters in jail, and then the big guys in black came and said they were to be put in separate cells. Then my world went black. Why were we put in jail in the first place? What did we do wrong? I may not be Sherlock, but even I can tell this just didn't piece together.
I woke up in a cold and dark room. I didn't know where I was, what was happening, and I had a major headache; my instincts told me automatically that all I could do was cry, so I did. I cried and cried for hours upon hours. I know, I know, I am the second oldest and should be a better help and do something, bit I just couldn't.
And then hope came.
I heard a groan coming from a corner.
"What the..." was all I said before,
"AUUUUGH!"
I literally jumped 5 feet above the ground! I raced to the other corner, but before I could move a foot, a hand jumped out and grabbed my ankle.
Now it was my turn to scream.
"AU-"
A hand clamped over my mouth.
"Yubtrbquietrwllullbklled," the mysterious voice said. Wait a second... I knew that voice!
"Rikki?" I mumbled through the hand.
"Shhh!" another voice hushed me. Wait a minute, that wasn't just another voice, it was the voices of five different people... My sisters!
They all laid out the plan to me in hushed tones, but before they could tell me what we were looking for, a wall opened up.
"Rise and shine, my little darlings!" a creepy voice boomed,
"You don't want to be late for your death, now do you? That would just be rude!"
DEATH???
Before I had time to pass out, my hands and feet were chained and I was flipped upside down over a boiling pool of fire.
An hour later, feeling so near to death, I cleared my throat and prepared to tell my sisters how much I loved them when a knife brushed up against my face, cutting the ropes binding my wrists together.
"Alex! Let out your hand!" a voice whispered.
I did as asked and another hand then pulled me up.
"Rikki!" I squealed as I gave my dear sister a hug. We then quickly saved our other sisters and found poor Kailey was unconscious, so Rikki carried her the whole way as we raced to any exit out of this wretched building.
Well, you've pry already read Kailey's post, so I'll just let you know we're still looking. Uh-oh, i gotta go i hear fotstreps1
Later!
Alwecvbn!!!!!!!!!!@@@@
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
A Lightbulb, a Tray of Cookies, and a Lightning Bracelet-Love, Alex
On my last night on the stage, Mr. Germanch (remember the French/German guy from my last post?) surprised me with news I would never dream be given:
"Julievetta is sick" Said Mr Germanch.
"Wha..?" I said in a confused reply.
"JULIETTA IS SICK!"
"Sheesh... I am sorry..."
"No, Alex, I am sorry, it's just... My main female lead in our show "Vicked" tonight, is sick... And unfortunately, so is her understudy. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad!"
"NOOooooooOOOOOooooo!" I yelled, causing Mr. Germanch to literally jump out of his too-big-boy-for-a-little-man-pants.
"Idena cannot be sick!" I dragged on....
"She was sooo right for the part, and without her, it's not Wicked, it's... it's... Goodness!"
Now Mr. Germanch was just confused... Right until a lightbulb popped up above his little bald head.
"Vo, I recon you are familiar veeth the show..."
I laughed a little.
"Are you joking? I have Wicked dolls, posters, earrings, and I even got my hands on a french-fry, half-eaten by a background character..."
I continues to go on and on.
And two hours later, I was sitting at IDENA'S CHAIR (OK, the one 20 yards away from it...) waiting for my make-up artists. And just as I thought the day couldn't get any better, two very familiar faces walked into the room.
"KAILEE? BAILEY?!" I yelped.
The lady walking through the door jumped, and dropped the tray of cookies she had brought in for me. "Oops, wrong person." I muttered under my breath.
I helped her pick up the cookies, and swept up the crumbs, and then she left with a crazed look on her face, no matter how many times I reminded her I was not a ranaway from an insane asylum.
And that was when I really did see some familiar faces...
"Alex!"
"Kailee! Bailey!"
I had never been so happy to see my little sisters. I regretted all the times I had slammed my door in their faces, or yelled at them for reading my not-so-secret diary. We hugged so tight, I am shocked they didn't squish to death in my not-so-strong grip on them. We all exchanged stories ever so quickly, as they masked me under more make-up than Olay may ever hold. I was constantly hugging them whenever I was offstage, and after the show, I snuck away to the hotel they were staying at
(and I arranged to stay at that night as well) and they helped me dress up for the after show party, which Mr. Germanch demanded me to come to. Kailee and Bailey chose to not come, as they were much too tired after plane rides, and all the excitement. By the time I got back, they were fast asleep, and I stealthily snuck in, and fell asleep after 5 minutes on the couch.
We woke the next morning and laid around, watching T.V., talking, and enjoying our delicious breakfast, brought in by room service. I had performed my last show last night, by my very short 4-week contract... Since when did those things exist? Ah, never mind... That afternoon, we went shopping and walked down the strip mall. As we silently walked past the jail house, my bracelet shocked me.
"OW!" I howled. I've never been good with pain.
"What?" Kailey asked.
"Oh, nothing..."
And then it happened again!!!
I didn't understand, certainly, Mom would never give us all bracelets that would shock us...
LIGHTBULB!
I grabbed Bailey and Kailee and dragged them inside to see...
Not what I was expecting:
Carter. Hailee. Rikki. They. Were. All. There.
And that was when I got confused...
Why were all my sisters behind bars?
-Alex
"Julievetta is sick" Said Mr Germanch.
"Wha..?" I said in a confused reply.
"JULIETTA IS SICK!"
"Sheesh... I am sorry..."
"No, Alex, I am sorry, it's just... My main female lead in our show "Vicked" tonight, is sick... And unfortunately, so is her understudy. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad!"
"NOOooooooOOOOOooooo!" I yelled, causing Mr. Germanch to literally jump out of his too-big-boy-for-a-little-man-pants.
"Idena cannot be sick!" I dragged on....
"She was sooo right for the part, and without her, it's not Wicked, it's... it's... Goodness!"
Now Mr. Germanch was just confused... Right until a lightbulb popped up above his little bald head.
"Vo, I recon you are familiar veeth the show..."
I laughed a little.
"Are you joking? I have Wicked dolls, posters, earrings, and I even got my hands on a french-fry, half-eaten by a background character..."
I continues to go on and on.
And two hours later, I was sitting at IDENA'S CHAIR (OK, the one 20 yards away from it...) waiting for my make-up artists. And just as I thought the day couldn't get any better, two very familiar faces walked into the room.
"KAILEE? BAILEY?!" I yelped.
The lady walking through the door jumped, and dropped the tray of cookies she had brought in for me. "Oops, wrong person." I muttered under my breath.
I helped her pick up the cookies, and swept up the crumbs, and then she left with a crazed look on her face, no matter how many times I reminded her I was not a ranaway from an insane asylum.
And that was when I really did see some familiar faces...
"Alex!"
"Kailee! Bailey!"
I had never been so happy to see my little sisters. I regretted all the times I had slammed my door in their faces, or yelled at them for reading my not-so-secret diary. We hugged so tight, I am shocked they didn't squish to death in my not-so-strong grip on them. We all exchanged stories ever so quickly, as they masked me under more make-up than Olay may ever hold. I was constantly hugging them whenever I was offstage, and after the show, I snuck away to the hotel they were staying at
(and I arranged to stay at that night as well) and they helped me dress up for the after show party, which Mr. Germanch demanded me to come to. Kailee and Bailey chose to not come, as they were much too tired after plane rides, and all the excitement. By the time I got back, they were fast asleep, and I stealthily snuck in, and fell asleep after 5 minutes on the couch.
We woke the next morning and laid around, watching T.V., talking, and enjoying our delicious breakfast, brought in by room service. I had performed my last show last night, by my very short 4-week contract... Since when did those things exist? Ah, never mind... That afternoon, we went shopping and walked down the strip mall. As we silently walked past the jail house, my bracelet shocked me.
"OW!" I howled. I've never been good with pain.
"What?" Kailey asked.
"Oh, nothing..."
And then it happened again!!!
I didn't understand, certainly, Mom would never give us all bracelets that would shock us...
LIGHTBULB!
I grabbed Bailey and Kailee and dragged them inside to see...
Not what I was expecting:
Carter. Hailee. Rikki. They. Were. All. There.
And that was when I got confused...
Why were all my sisters behind bars?
-Alex
Thursday, August 18, 2011
My Life as a New Yorker-Love, Alex
WOAH. It has been a CRAZY week!
Personally, I think I was the lucky one. Because, here I am, in the heart of New York City!
For years I have been dreaming of becoming famous: Thousands of fans screaming my name, whether I'm on Broadway, singing on a stage as a soloist, or even just singing my heart out in the middle of school, or something. And now, my dreams have come true!!!
I snuck off my plane and found myself in the hussle-bussle of the New Yorker life. I was walking along, when an old man threw a guitar at me and ran a away with the police after him. I picked it up and began strumming (Hey, what was I supposed to do, luck had just literally smacked me in the face!). I quickly found the perfect words to go along with the rhythm of my guitar, along with the beat of NYC honking horns, screaming, and a couple of fighting cats. Before I knew it, some man who claimed to be French, came up and asked who the heck I was- only, he said it in a cheesy French accent. I told him my name, and I was whisked off. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the back of a fancy limo, with a French wannabe and a driver who talked in 3rd person ONLY: "Ernie loves pie!" "Ernie turned left" and my favorite, "Ernie thinks you pretty. But don't tell Mrs. Ernie!". Ha ha!!! I was so tired and so confused, I almost forgot my sisters and I were miles apart, possibly on different sides of the planet by now! The "french" dude also claimed to be a director, which, I would have believed, if he hadn't added that last part: "And I have chosen you to be the lead in my next Broadway performance!" AUGHHHHH!!! I couldn't believe this!!! I, Alexandra Claire Dachmen, was going to be on BROADWAY. Finally, we arrived at his little "mansion" (a NY apartment with a cray cat lady living beneath him and a teenage "rock star" living above him) and by then, I think he was about to go crazy with my crazy questions ("Do I get my own make-up artist?!") and how I was constantly pinching myself (It's hard to not think you're dreaming when you're in a limo with a (possibly) German man in a barrette and a drawn-on mustache telling you you're going to become famous). His amazing daughter (who confirmed it that they were German), Elise, fed me and let me take a nap, and then later drove me to where I was preparing to be in the show. Mr. Germanch (I made it up, it's a mix between "German"and French") worked me overtime prepping me for his re-told tale of the Princess and the Pauper, which we would be performing the next week. Last night was the performance, and it was amazing! Getting ready for the performance, I had tried on approximately 102 pairs of shoes, 204 outfits, and had 23 eyebrow hairs plucked. The day of the performance, I was drenched in bad luck. I was shower in mud, by a racing car, on the street, found meal worms in my salad at some cafe', and bruised my arm in the middle of a cat fight (no joke, two alley cats attacked me as I walked back from the cafe'). But that's a good thing, right? Because if I have my share of curses, my performance should be perfect. I don't get it, with silly Broadway superstition... But don't tell them that, I can't have Karma making this all go wrong!!! But, anyways, it went great, and I especially loved it when I sang the closing song, in a pearly-white gown with my hair pulled back in such perfect and beautiful way. I wanted to do it again!!! So, I have decided to perform twice more, and then I will re-unite with my sisters- I hope. Maybe I could return... Once we find my parents, that is. For now, I need to keep in focus and remember my parents have been kidnapped, and then allow only a little space for living my dream while at it... Just a little...
At least I had snuck my iPod (along with some other junk...) in my backpack before we left. I can contact my sisters with through the blog, and if we luck out soon enough, we can continue our quest.
CARTER, RIKKI, HAILEE, KAILEY, AND BAILEY:
If you're out there, I hope you're OK!!! Contact me soon!!! (If possible...) STICK TOGETHER!!! I love and miss y'all!
G2G! Time for practice!
Later Duds!
-Alex
Personally, I think I was the lucky one. Because, here I am, in the heart of New York City!
For years I have been dreaming of becoming famous: Thousands of fans screaming my name, whether I'm on Broadway, singing on a stage as a soloist, or even just singing my heart out in the middle of school, or something. And now, my dreams have come true!!!
I snuck off my plane and found myself in the hussle-bussle of the New Yorker life. I was walking along, when an old man threw a guitar at me and ran a away with the police after him. I picked it up and began strumming (Hey, what was I supposed to do, luck had just literally smacked me in the face!). I quickly found the perfect words to go along with the rhythm of my guitar, along with the beat of NYC honking horns, screaming, and a couple of fighting cats. Before I knew it, some man who claimed to be French, came up and asked who the heck I was- only, he said it in a cheesy French accent. I told him my name, and I was whisked off. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the back of a fancy limo, with a French wannabe and a driver who talked in 3rd person ONLY: "Ernie loves pie!" "Ernie turned left" and my favorite, "Ernie thinks you pretty. But don't tell Mrs. Ernie!". Ha ha!!! I was so tired and so confused, I almost forgot my sisters and I were miles apart, possibly on different sides of the planet by now! The "french" dude also claimed to be a director, which, I would have believed, if he hadn't added that last part: "And I have chosen you to be the lead in my next Broadway performance!" AUGHHHHH!!! I couldn't believe this!!! I, Alexandra Claire Dachmen, was going to be on BROADWAY. Finally, we arrived at his little "mansion" (a NY apartment with a cray cat lady living beneath him and a teenage "rock star" living above him) and by then, I think he was about to go crazy with my crazy questions ("Do I get my own make-up artist?!") and how I was constantly pinching myself (It's hard to not think you're dreaming when you're in a limo with a (possibly) German man in a barrette and a drawn-on mustache telling you you're going to become famous). His amazing daughter (who confirmed it that they were German), Elise, fed me and let me take a nap, and then later drove me to where I was preparing to be in the show. Mr. Germanch (I made it up, it's a mix between "German"and French") worked me overtime prepping me for his re-told tale of the Princess and the Pauper, which we would be performing the next week. Last night was the performance, and it was amazing! Getting ready for the performance, I had tried on approximately 102 pairs of shoes, 204 outfits, and had 23 eyebrow hairs plucked. The day of the performance, I was drenched in bad luck. I was shower in mud, by a racing car, on the street, found meal worms in my salad at some cafe', and bruised my arm in the middle of a cat fight (no joke, two alley cats attacked me as I walked back from the cafe'). But that's a good thing, right? Because if I have my share of curses, my performance should be perfect. I don't get it, with silly Broadway superstition... But don't tell them that, I can't have Karma making this all go wrong!!! But, anyways, it went great, and I especially loved it when I sang the closing song, in a pearly-white gown with my hair pulled back in such perfect and beautiful way. I wanted to do it again!!! So, I have decided to perform twice more, and then I will re-unite with my sisters- I hope. Maybe I could return... Once we find my parents, that is. For now, I need to keep in focus and remember my parents have been kidnapped, and then allow only a little space for living my dream while at it... Just a little...
At least I had snuck my iPod (along with some other junk...) in my backpack before we left. I can contact my sisters with through the blog, and if we luck out soon enough, we can continue our quest.
CARTER, RIKKI, HAILEE, KAILEY, AND BAILEY:
If you're out there, I hope you're OK!!! Contact me soon!!! (If possible...) STICK TOGETHER!!! I love and miss y'all!
G2G! Time for practice!
Later Duds!
-Alex
Saturday, August 6, 2011
We Find Out What a Janitors Closet Smells Like-Love, Alex
Why, hello there.
I didn't see you there.
Now please move out of the way so I can fight that ninja right behind you.
SAVE OUR SOULS: 2690 INN STREET, SOMEWHERE IN OUR VALLEY!!! Just Kidding...
No, I'm not joking.
TURN AROUND, QUICK!!! AUGGHHHHH!
Hahaha. Just kidding about that last part. That ninja part, however, wasn't a joke.
I think this Antonio dude must have connections to every hotel, bus, and restaurant here in our little valley, because anywhere we are, so are his evil ninja-sidekicks. Ahhhhh!!! I'm too sore to fight off any more!!! They're like little ants, creatures dressed in black, swarming us like an apple, or a peach, or something... We've been hiding in a janitor's closet at the Inn (weird name for an inn, huh?), and I thought I'd post before they end up chopping the laptop like they're about to chop us. Everybody's fine, Carter's calming Kailey, Rikki's off to fight off more ninjas, I'm here, posting, and Bailey and Hailee are playing American Idol or something (ever so quietly...). It's be a pretty normal, calm life, if our parents were here and we weren't hiding behind buckets of dirty soapy water (except for Kailey, as the smallest, she was put in the sink... Poor girl! I love her lots!)! Oh gosh.... I just heard the mninja's I HAVE TO GO!!! SORRY! EXCUSE MY BAD TYPING!!! TGHEY
'RE UNLOCKING TBHE DOOR!!!
HELP US NOW! (PLEASE)
LATER DUSD! WISH IU S LUCKL!
-Alex :(
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
A cLuE- Love, ALEX
Ha.
And we all thought we were hitting the dead end.
Today, the unthinkable happened. We found a... clue- a clue leading us to our parents!
You see, we made it to town this morning, and we found a man sitting out by the coffee shop. He had gray hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could crush a warrior and make the sun brighter and then break a heart or two all at the same time. Why he was out reading a newspaper on a Thursday morning at 5 A.M. I am unaware of... But it's a good thing he was, or else who knows where we could've been. Our conversation went a little like this:
"Good morning, ladies!" said Antonio.
"Um, hello..?" Kailee squeaked. She's shy around strangers, the poor gal.
"What are you young girls up to so early?"
"Look who's talking..." I whispered into my my sleeve.
"What's that?" he questioned.
"Oh, nothing". Oops...
"Wait a sec, you fine ladies must be Tim and Sara's daughters!!! Look at the resemblance! It's striking!"
he began to point us all out... How he knew us and our parents, did not know at the time...
"And you must be Rikki! You remind me of your father, the looks and all! I was there at your very first soccer game, you whooped every kids little rear-end! Amazing, though i dare say, I play a little soccer myself, heh heh," he dragged on and ON.
And then, he began talking about Nanny McFiggins, and how amazing and kind she was "back then"
( I snorted, quite loudly-I was thinking he had the wrong person) and then he exclaimed how gorgeous she was and I literally died laughing! I think everybody else would, too, but he had that smile on...
anyways, I could go on and on myself, but to cut it short, I'll tell you this much: he said how mean Nanny McFiggins is now and told us she trusted him with a clue of where my parents were: he said we just needed to head west. He provided us with a ride 15 miles west. I am still so confused, but there's not a lot I can do at this point. Sorry this is kind of badly written. I don't have a ton of time to edit it and stuff- sorry!Fir now, let's just hope we can trust him, find out what Nanny McHideous has to do with all this, and then go with the flow.
Gotta Go!
-Alex
And we all thought we were hitting the dead end.
Today, the unthinkable happened. We found a... clue- a clue leading us to our parents!
You see, we made it to town this morning, and we found a man sitting out by the coffee shop. He had gray hair, blue eyes, and a smile that could crush a warrior and make the sun brighter and then break a heart or two all at the same time. Why he was out reading a newspaper on a Thursday morning at 5 A.M. I am unaware of... But it's a good thing he was, or else who knows where we could've been. Our conversation went a little like this:
"Good morning, ladies!" said Antonio.
"Um, hello..?" Kailee squeaked. She's shy around strangers, the poor gal.
"What are you young girls up to so early?"
"Look who's talking..." I whispered into my my sleeve.
"What's that?" he questioned.
"Oh, nothing". Oops...
"Wait a sec, you fine ladies must be Tim and Sara's daughters!!! Look at the resemblance! It's striking!"
he began to point us all out... How he knew us and our parents, did not know at the time...
"And you must be Rikki! You remind me of your father, the looks and all! I was there at your very first soccer game, you whooped every kids little rear-end! Amazing, though i dare say, I play a little soccer myself, heh heh," he dragged on and ON.
And then, he began talking about Nanny McFiggins, and how amazing and kind she was "back then"
( I snorted, quite loudly-I was thinking he had the wrong person) and then he exclaimed how gorgeous she was and I literally died laughing! I think everybody else would, too, but he had that smile on...
anyways, I could go on and on myself, but to cut it short, I'll tell you this much: he said how mean Nanny McFiggins is now and told us she trusted him with a clue of where my parents were: he said we just needed to head west. He provided us with a ride 15 miles west. I am still so confused, but there's not a lot I can do at this point. Sorry this is kind of badly written. I don't have a ton of time to edit it and stuff- sorry!Fir now, let's just hope we can trust him, find out what Nanny McHideous has to do with all this, and then go with the flow.
Gotta Go!
-Alex
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
A Bear Story-Love, Alex
Well, you probably want details on the bear.
And if you don't, well, too bad because I'm posting this anyways.
Everything was great up until we hit Trembleton Forest. I swear, this place is HAUNTED. As kids, we used to dare each other to walk through the forest at midnight. Of course nobody did. Nobody but that one kid Neddy, and all we know is that it did not go well.
Anyways, just as we hit the treeline, a bear came rompin' out of nowhere about 50 feet ahead of us. You may be thinking "whatevs, it's far, it's not like it's gonna attack 'em or anything". Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. The second it saw us, it noticed my cinnamon roll in my hand (hey, I can't go and save my parent's on an empty stomach!), it charged. Carter pulled out her pepper spray and sent it rolling, right towards me! I would've been dead by now, if it wasn't for Rikki. She jumped out and tackled that great big grizzly! After a few true warrior moments, she was sent rolling down the hill. Kailee went racing after her, and my dear sister, my dear 13 year old sister, Bailey, tackled the bear for me, 'cause I was too scared to pick my self up and fight him myself. She did great, and held him down as Carter sprayed him in the eye and he was thrown down the hill. We soon made it to the pond in the center of the forest, and we cleaned up. Great, we've just started our little journey and I'm already wearing my second pair of clothes. It just shows how indifferent my sisters and I are, because Rikki, if she was in this kind of situation, would have bucked up and just throw on a different shirt, but I, on the other hand am wearing a totally different outfit! I sometimes drive myself crazy. I think I'll change right after this post...
We are now about 6 miles away from home, and it's been about 3 hours. We need better transportation!!!
I just can't wait until we get to town and we can get some kind ride... Wish us luck!!!
You're Exhausted Reporter,
Alex
And if you don't, well, too bad because I'm posting this anyways.
Everything was great up until we hit Trembleton Forest. I swear, this place is HAUNTED. As kids, we used to dare each other to walk through the forest at midnight. Of course nobody did. Nobody but that one kid Neddy, and all we know is that it did not go well.
Anyways, just as we hit the treeline, a bear came rompin' out of nowhere about 50 feet ahead of us. You may be thinking "whatevs, it's far, it's not like it's gonna attack 'em or anything". Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. The second it saw us, it noticed my cinnamon roll in my hand (hey, I can't go and save my parent's on an empty stomach!), it charged. Carter pulled out her pepper spray and sent it rolling, right towards me! I would've been dead by now, if it wasn't for Rikki. She jumped out and tackled that great big grizzly! After a few true warrior moments, she was sent rolling down the hill. Kailee went racing after her, and my dear sister, my dear 13 year old sister, Bailey, tackled the bear for me, 'cause I was too scared to pick my self up and fight him myself. She did great, and held him down as Carter sprayed him in the eye and he was thrown down the hill. We soon made it to the pond in the center of the forest, and we cleaned up. Great, we've just started our little journey and I'm already wearing my second pair of clothes. It just shows how indifferent my sisters and I are, because Rikki, if she was in this kind of situation, would have bucked up and just throw on a different shirt, but I, on the other hand am wearing a totally different outfit! I sometimes drive myself crazy. I think I'll change right after this post...
We are now about 6 miles away from home, and it's been about 3 hours. We need better transportation!!!
I just can't wait until we get to town and we can get some kind ride... Wish us luck!!!
You're Exhausted Reporter,
Alex
Monday, July 11, 2011
I'm Freakin' Out (but nobody's surprised)-Love, Alex
Oh.Ma'.Heck.
Why couldn't I have been kidnapped? My parents wouldn't waste their precious time locked in their room, constantly passing out! They would of... would of... Done something! Augh!!! I just wanna punch... Something!!! I... I..!OK, OK, I bet you would like to know what's happening. So lemme tell you something:
Last night, at midnight, I jumped out of my makeshift bed in the basement covered in sweat, trying to scream, but I was so scared, no sound came out. I went to quickly wake up all my sisters, but they were strangely already awake. We then tiptoed stealthily into the kitchen for the hundredth time, this seemed to happen every single night... Since... OK, anyways, I began to tell them about my dream I had:
"And then it just, ended, with Mom and Dad stuck up high in some wooden structures screaming 'No! Mon! No!'. Then all went... black."
"Alex, your kidding right?" Kailey whispered, quite loudly, however."Why would I kid about something like this?!" I replied, possibly louder than poor Kailey.
"Well, there was that one time..."
"Rikki, I am not kidding here!!!"
"Okay.. Okay..." Rikki replied.
"OH MY GOSH!" Bailey cried. We all nearly jumped on her...
"You're going to wake her up!" I cried out, in a hushed tone.
"Well, I had the same dream!!! Bailey said.
"Bailey, we always have the same dream..." Carter said in that cute annoying tone of leadership she hands out daily.
"Oh, yeah... Heh, heh."
So it went something like that, we had all had the same dream, as always, but no matter how hard we try to get used to the fact, we almost wet our pants every time we have our little night-time chat.
But this night, things were different. Right after Bailey finished laughing at herself, we heard a very familiar voice come from Nanny McHideous' bedroom door, "They don't know anything," Nanny McFiggins spoke.
"I hope not. Everything would be lost if evena sliver of information fell into those girls hands, " a rough voice commanded.
"I know. Those brats would do anything to see their parents again. If they found out where we had them, they'd be there in a heartbeat... Unless we killed them first." she replied
"I see you understand. Good. Keep those mongrels contained just a little longer, we almost have what we need."
Then their mysterious phone call ended with a click.
So, now you know why I'm about to die. And don't ask how I found the time to post this.
Please come save our poor souls,
Alex :(
Sunday, July 10, 2011
The Fams... Love, Alex
BEST NIGHT EVA'.
We have just spent the last 5 hours doing absolutely nothing.Bliss.
I am talking NO chores, NO homework, NO boring stuff, and all that junk.Imagine a large wooden house in the country. You'd think it'd be a neat little home surrounded by cows and chickens, but I've got two words 'fer ya': HECK NO.
We built our home by hand, our beautiful, large log cabin, and we used to have the whole barn deelio, but some relatives "legally" STOLE it all from us "so we wouldn't be harmed, or have the animals harmed because of your blah...blah...blah..." and then they handed them over to their wacko teenager son, Rabo. See what I mean? Crazy.
But forget that stuff. Our wonderful "little" home is now my dream house, complete with movies playing NONSTOP, laughter, and junk food :). It's a teenage dream ( Dang you, Katy, for making everything beautiful remind you of the horrible album cover)!
OK, now that you almost know every detail about my personal life, let's dig deeper...
My parents are Tim and Sara Dachmen, and they are the best. Ya, we still have chores and stuff, but who cares once we gain the reward?
I am the second oldest, Alexandra Claire Dachmen, and I am 16 yrs old. My oldest sister's name is Carter Sally Dachmen and is 17 yrs old. Rikki Emmet Dachmen- and yes, she is a girl- is 15. Next comes Kailey, Bailey, Hailey. No, they are not triplets- but they all showcase our parents humor.
Hailey Surrennedy Dachmen is 14, Bailey Alice Dachmen is 13, and Kailey is 12 and not quite ready to tell the world her middle name is ....
Forget I said that.
So now you know my amazing family. Almost. Are you sure you're ready to commit to our crazy and great family? And by commit, I mean reading this blog daily. Good luck.
We'll all be updating, so just check the name signed at the bottom of our posts (possibly followed by some random stuff- so just bear with us). And don't be surprised if Kailey doesn't update as much... I know, we'll all miss her :). Well, we'll update l8r!
Later Duds :)
-Alex :D
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