Gracie

when I open my eyes on march 20th I walkout side there’s still snow on the ground and there’s **NO** flowers blooming spring oh spring you said you would come out like a lamb why didn’t it happen? Oh sour spring how could you lie to us you sour cruel disgusting spring what happened to your rain rain go away why is it that the ground is still gray & white? Answer soon or there will be no spring all there will be is summer fall & a long winter so please do your job well or there will be no spring. I Must Be Dreaming BY: Gracie Fortman __PART 1__
 * Sour Spring**
 * __ I must be dreaming __ **

I woke up this morning and saw the moon in the bright blue sky with a flock geese flying under the moon. That made me wonder what is my job in this world? Why am I really here? Then it happened. Suddenly I could not feel myself and the room went black. It felt like hours before I saw a floating light coming toward me. Then all the sudden the light does little loop in the air and a tiny man appears. I don’t know what is wrong with me but I scream. Then the little man said “no worries I am hear to help you with your question that you where thinking about this morning.” Then I said “What? How do you know about that? “I know what you do, think and say every signal day,” said the strange, small little man. “So basically you you have been spying on me my whole life,” I said. “Basically,” said the little man. “But now is not the time for questions. I only have limited time to take you back to the past before the next soul comes and takes you to the present” he said. “So you are a soul?” I asked. “Yes I am, but remember we don’t have time for questions. Grab my hand,” he said. As soon as I grabbed his hand we were magically moving. It almost felt like flying. Then we did a loop in the air and we landed in what it seemed like a hospital. Then the little man said “follow me.” He brought me to a room. It was one of the hospital rooms. When I walked in the room there was a woman holding a baby in her hands and a father holding the mothers hand. They where talking to each other but in a different way than a normal husband and wife do. They where saying “should we tell them or should we not?” “What about?” the father said, “the baby or the fact that we need some one to bring you lunch?” “The baby of course,” said the mother. Then I realized that baby in the mother’s hands was me. I was shocked. I could not believe it. Well, that I was the baby and I was seeing my father which I have never seen before because, well, my mom told me when I was little my father randomly disappeared and all that was left of him was a note that said, I am so sorry I had to leave. I know you will be mad at me for leaving you for a long time. You have the right to be mad at me. I have to leave because I have a secret mission to do. I will not tell where I am going because I know you will find me, Lily ( my mom ) and I fear it will be too dangerous for you. I took every thing I know you would remember of me, so it will not remind you of me. I will send something or some one to tell Rebecca (me) who she really is. Love Your husband and Dad, David Anderson The thing that my Mom is most worried about is that he is dead, because it has been 13 years and he is still not back from his mission. Oh, now I remember my mom telling me why I don’t have any grandparents. The reason was that my mom’s and dad’s parents where enemies with each other. When my mom told her parents that she was getting married to my dad they totally flipped out. It was crazy she said that her dad started talking in a different language. She never knew that he could speak another language. But then she told me that she was madly in love with my dad and so they ran away with each other. I guess you could say that my parents are kind of like Romeo and Juliet. Well, at least they didn't die to be with each other. “Now, now,” said the little man. “We need to move on. No time for day dreaming. Let’s get a move on. Grab my hand.” Poof. Off we where flying into the past. Next we appeared at a house. It was big house made out of brown bricks. There were two healthy looking bushes right on the side of the house right next to the stairs leading up to the house with two big doors that would lead to a ball room in a palace. It was a beautiful house I would like to say but I have not been inside yet so how could I know it was so beautiful after all. Then the little man said, “What are you waiting for? Let’s go in.” So I walked in it was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the out side. When you first walked in there was a stair case that was in a spiral and led up to the second floor. Then to the side of the stairs was the most beautiful living room I have ever seen. It had one big leather couch, a leather love seat and a leather arm chair. It reminded me of something. I don’t know why but is seemed familiar. But the most familiar thing of all was the scent of the house. It smelled exactly like my house which to me has the most beautiful smell of all. Which is the smell of sweet cinnamon roles in the oven covered up with the smell of vanilla. “Remember what I said about day dreaming,” said the little man. “Right” I said. So after that we walked into the house a little and there was another living room that looked very much the as the big one did. There was a young lady and an older one. The younger one was yelling at the older one “But I love him Mum. I love him too much.” Then the mum said, “I ban you from him forever and ever.” “But Mum!!” said the daughter. “No buts,” said the mother. “Now get to your room, now.” “But mum,” said the girl. “Lily!” screamed the mum. No wonder why the house seemed familiar. My mum said that she took me there when I was little hoping that her parents would have mercy. But they didn’t of course. Then I had a weird felling again and I was back in the dark again.

That Is The End Of Part 1!! __** Home Sweet Home **__

I think of you when I am faraway. You make me safe at night. You smell of warm biscuits in the oven. Your popping red bricks make you stand out on the block. Your grass is so green I could just curl up in it. Your dog in the window is like a statue guarding your people. I see you smile when the mail man walks up and places your mail in your pocket. I feel safe in your arms when there is a blizzard. But most of all, you are my home and will always **BE MY HOME!!**

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