kRyNn StRaWbErRy's Stories

Arrietta's Last Halloween

2008-02-29T22:01:10Z

After a half an hour passed and the team found no traces of Ryan or Arietta, the girls wanted to call the police. “What about the woods? I heard there was an old shack somewhere in the woods.” Scarlett said, using the walkie-talkie, talking with on of the girls. “Good idea! We’ll talk to you when we get to the shack.” Scarlett sighed. Fright Night ended at midnight, and it was already 10 p.m. Scarlett watched a little girl dressed as Swan Lake sit down and eat some of her candy. She had chocolate all over her face.
Another half-hour passed, and the girls phoned in. They souded sickly, and someone was crying in the background. “Uh, Scarlett? We found your sister, but it isn’t pretty.” Someone wailed “why?”.
When Scarlett got to the shack, Arrietta was on the floor, motionless. The girls had put towels around the blood, but it was clear the her sister had moved on. “Oh, no.” Scarlett said, and one of the girls hugged her. “These Frght Nights are horrible, aren’t they?” one asked. The other was phoning 911.

The Search Team

2008-02-29T21:49:25Z

“Arietta!” Scarlett yelled again, running around the park. She saw a group of girls dressed completely in black. They were part of the staff for the park’s Fright Night. One glanced at Scarlett, and notcied how frantic she was. “Hey, you! Come here!” The girl seemed nice, and she was holding a dog’s leash. And the dog was very friendly. “You look like you saw a ghost.Care to tell us what’s going on?” The group was part of the rescue team, they usually just helped mothers and older children find youger children or lost candy buckets. Scarlett told them about Arietta, the Jason guy, and how Miss Lark said the guy was drunk with a working chainsaw. “Oh, you mean Ryan? He’s was telling me about an girl named Arietta that he met. And he wasn’t exactly what you would call sober when I talked to him. Let’s hope Miss Lark was wrong about the blade.”
“Tell ya what, sweetie. We’ll go a’lookin’ for your sister, and we’ll give you a walkie-talkie.” The trio then left to look for Arrietta.

PonyPony is Happy

2007-05-27T18:57:42Z

PonyPony ran around the pasture. He bucked and jumped over stray hay. He was a happy pony. PonyPony had just won the “Smallest Pony at Quater Horse and Unique Paint Ranch” award. Was he a happy pony! And now his best human friend was coming to ride him, and had a big bag of…SUGAR CUBES !!!!!!!!

Finally It Stops

2007-05-24T22:56:54Z

“Standing in the spotlight, that’s where Emily Viktor belongs.” said Mrs. Byars. Mr. Shay nodded. “She has a gift. A gift no other student has been able to give me. A gift to act.”
Emily leaned by the door in the “cool” room. It was a room with a bed and a water fountain where kids who are stressed out of the Waa Zoo go to to calm down after they have talked with someone. They were discussing Emily’s love for drama, Emily’s love to act.
Wipping a warm tear from her eye, Emily walked out of the room.
“Emily, we’re having an assembly this afternoon, amd I want you to be there” said Mr. Shay. “Up on stage.” completed Mrs. Byars.

At the assembly, which turned out to be an awards assembly, Mrs. Byars began to speak. “This girl is the true face of Blake High School. She tries hard and faced many challenges and sacrifices. Still, she has a quick temper, but with a little practice on how to control it, she will make a difference in America. This girl is Emily Viktor!” Everyone clapped. Emily was happy…

Freddie Krueger's Coming After You

2007-05-24T22:17:31Z

Freddie Krueger
One, Two
Freddie’s Coming After You
Three, Four
Lock The Door
Five, Six
Get Your Cruesifix
Seven, Eight
Stay Up Late
Nine, Ten
NEVER SLEEP AGAIN

With No One's Help

2007-05-23T22:55:08Z

Emily tusseled and even tried to bite Mr. Shay as he pulled her to Mrs. Byars office. “The Social Worker! I’m not demented, you jerk!” she screamed. Mr. Shay pushed her in the door, on which Emily pounded on. Everything she once held dear was turning her. She used to love school, but now it wasn’t school, but prison. “EMILY VIKTOR !” Mrs. Byars shoved her into the chair. “Please stop!” Emily hated life. She hated it. “No! I’m not demented!” She held back her tears. Her voice cracked and choked. “No says you are! Emily, you are a smart and beautiful child. Please don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying!” Emily pounded on her legs. “No!”
Emily told Mrs. Byars everything, but went through some yelling and refusing first.
“Emily, please…” Emily shook her head. “We can work this out, Emily.” “I can work this out!” And Emily stormed out the room. “With nobody’s help, no one’s!”

Trying Again

2007-05-23T22:45:49Z

Emily decided enough was enough. That next day was Monday, the most hated day of the week.
“Hey, anorexic!” shouted Jacob, a bully who thought since Emily was skinnier than his girlfriend she ate too little. “I’ll anorexic you if you don’t knock it off, Jacob Smoth!” Emily was backing him up against the lockers, and she was ready to give him a black eye if she had to. “Emily Viktor, a word, please.” said Mr. Shay, a.k.a. “Mr. Shame”.
“You’ve been very moody, aggressive, and secretive lately, what has happened to the beautiful, wise Emily I knew?” He reached out a touched one of Emily’s strawberry-blond curls. “She left.” and she shoved his hand away from her face. “That wise girl left. Ever since the world decided I’m just a pile of trash thrown to the side of the Road Of Life.” Once, again, tears filled her eyes. “I want you to stay afterschool, Emily. We can get you to Mrs. Byars and she’ll give you a shoulder to cry on. I’ll be calling your mother.” Emily shoted back up. “Step-mother!!!”

Not One More Tear

2007-05-23T22:36:14Z

Emily was furious. She hated, hated everything that was swirling around her. Her boyfriend dumped for her so-called best friend, the popular kids targeted her as “dumpy little cry baby”, and Jessica, her sister, her only comfort, had moved out to attend a boarding high school. She threw at those speacial and expensive chocolates her boyfriend gave her at the wall, and gave her dog all of the stuffed animals from her boyfriend and her “friends”.
“Emily Rae Viktor!” shouted Mr. Viktor. “One more crash in that room and your’re spending your whole life at your mother’s!” One more thing. Emily could not take it. She knelt down on the ground. Warm, wet tears ran down her cheeks and fell on the ground. Her parents divorced when she was two, and not once had she seen her mom. But Mr. Viktor told her, she lived in a run-down aparment, had a poor-paying job with long hours, and the only nearby school was Hartford Mayfield School, which had some kids who do horrible things, like grafitti and physical pain.

We Will Remember Sarah Myles

2007-05-22T22:21:53Z

”...Sarah has died. I know….oh, please, don’t cry, girls. I’ve done enough of that for all of you… I know it is hard. Sarah was a wonderful girl. But she is happy now, and she is better there. All we can do is know she loved us. And we can paint a mural at the Sweet Candy Shoppe.” Many girls wiped their eyes. “Sarah was more than just your everyday candy clerk! She was more! She was a friend!” shouted France. France, who helped at the candy shop and was being trained by Sarah.
Everyone joined in at painting the mural, France, the best artist, painted Sarah, with her long, flouncy brown hair, her fair skin and blue eyes, and that warm smile, and everyone else drew candy and hearts around it. Sarah’s mother wrote “We will remember Sarah Myles”.
Sometimes, as France replaced Sarah at the shop, It felt as if Sarah was right there, sneaking quarters in the bubble gum machine and sharing her two bubble gum pieces with France.

Sad Candy Death

2007-05-22T22:06:19Z

“Guess, what kids!” cheered Sarah, the candy shop clerk. “What?” asked France. “Today, I got a proposal from my boyfriend. We’re getting married in two months! And to celebrate, why don’t we play a game of Matching M&Ms?” Sarah pulled out a bag of M&Ms. “Close your eyes and pick up two.” The game went on and on. Finally the winner was Donora Mallia. “I want to go to your wedding.” said France as she left the store. “And I want you to, too!”

Weeks later, a huge BOOM ! went off in the streets. Many people ran out. Sarah’s mom yelped with fear. There stood two cars, both turned on their sides, on on fire. The firetruck came, and ambulance men pulled a man out of the car. And a teenager out of the other car. And then, they pulled out Sarah. She had a large gash on her back, her head, and arm. “Oh, dear…”

“Hello, kids, I’m Sarah’s mom. Could I have a word with you…well…Sarah, wow, this is hard, well…”

Scarlett's Scare

2007-05-22T21:39:45Z

Scarlett stared at the sky. Dark. No stars were out yet, but it was pitch black, not to mention scary. “Scarlett, come inside, time to eat!” called Arrietta, Scarlett’s older sister. “Stuffing and chicken, then you can go trick-or-treat.” said Mrs. Holden.

As Scarlett ran around, going to people’s houses, she ran down one way, she noticed, Arrietta was missing. “ARRIETTA!” she screamed. She pulled at hem of her costume. She ran to Miss Lark, Kelly’s mom, and told her that Arrietta was missing. “Well, it is past midnight, and the trailer park’s best worker was dressed as Jason, and, what scared Scarlett the most was what Miss Lark said as her conclusion. “But, I don’t know, Scar, he was drunk last time I saw him, and that chainsaw had a blade.”
Scarlett could not find Arrietta, but she did find a trace of blood.