Nora

//**Dark Secrets**//

// Emma Haft has no sisters or brothers, Emma Haft is a bright student in school Emma Haft is a smart student in school, Emma Haft is 13 years old, but Emma Haft has a dark, dark secret inside of her that no one, no one can know about. The secret was like the devil never leaving her mind but nagging her and nagging her about her dark, dark secret. Emma now goes to school at Pine Wood Middle School, in WoodSide, Illinois, before the accident she went to a different school. Emma Haft loves to write, Emma Haft has a lot of friends, at her new school. Emma Haft is very liked at her school, that's only because they don't know about her dark secret. Emma Haft has an uncle and aunt who live in Berlin, Germany.//

Journal Entry May 15th 2011 Day 45 after the accident.

Still recovering from March 1st but I'm better than before. I've just stared to going to school now, I wasn't before, but a least I'm eating now, I wasn't before, I'm talking now, I wasn't before, I'm not talking about what happened on March first, at least not yet. We just moved because my friends weren't talking to me, and the place brought back memories of the accident. I have a lot of friends now though, and my goal is to keep them until this December.

**Part 1**

“I've been having those weird dreams again Mom,” I told my mom again. I keep getting these dreams. In the dreams I feel as if I am trapped in a dark room where I can barely see and I feel like there is something haunting me on the other side of the room. It is moving and is lurking there all of the time. Then my mom says what she always says, “Well maybe the dreams mean something.” I expected that to be her answer, “Mom you always say that, can't you give me any other advice?” Then she answered “If you know I am going to answer like that why ask me?” I especially hated when she said that, I sighed and went outside once I finished my dinner.

 Whenever I went outside it made me think of March 1 st , that day changed my life forever. It was December now, so I was basically totally recovered. After a walk around, I decided to go back home. When I got home I did my homework, and went to bed I was tired, I'm glad tomorrow was Saturday, and I had the next 3 weeks off for Christmas break.

Emma Haft found out the next day that her mom was shipping her to Berlin, Germany to live with her aunt and uncle, her mother noticed Emma was looking sad a lot lately so she thought a trip to Germany might help. Emma was not happy about this, not happy at all. She really didn't want to go, she was excited about having 3 weeks off for Christmas, but she was really unhappy about being shipped to Germany because she would be there for Christmas.

Journal Entry May 14 th 2011 Day 44 after the accident.

I am sore and tired but my mom is still making me go to school, I have been going to school for awhile. I don't talk much during school, not anymore, when people ask me why I was absent for so long, I hesitate to answer, and then I don't. I think they understand. My mom doesn't even know why she had me stay home. She doesn't even know about the accident, one day I will tell her, a day when all of this is forgotten.

 **Part 2**

 I have to go to Berlin, Germany, and I have to stay there for Christmas! I was looking forward to this break, but not anymore. My mom is shipping me off in 4 days. I have 4 days to do whatever I want. I'll be there most or all of Christmas break. I am so angry, I wasn't even thinking about March 1st. I don't know when I am coming back, if I am at all, I can not believe this.

 Emma was very upset but she complained to herself and her friends, never to he mom. Being so angry all the time, the eight days she has to stay home, I doubt Emma will even think about March 1 st. However, on the other hand, Germany was an awesome place to go on vacation. I think that Emma should enjoy this trip, but I don't think she will, or who knows she might learn something.

 Journal Entry May 13 th 2011 Day 43 after the accident.

I am bored, my friends don't talk to me much anymore, I probably won't make any new friends. Most of them know about the accident, and the ones who don't, stay away from me.

**Part 3**

With my 3 days left of doing whatever I want, I visited all of my friends. I am not finished with that piece of writing but also feel free to read this story.

This a piece that I am still working on feel free to give questions, comments and suggestions Title

//It was the last day of summer, and the sun was setting. It made the sky blur into mixed colors. My friend Celeste and I were watching the sunset on the last day of summer, before fall. It was as if while the sun was going down, the sun was bringing summer with it. It was starting to cool down with a chilly breeze, but the sun still gave out a few warm rays that kept your skin warm. Then, we saw it. It seemed as if coming from the sun three black figures on horses started towards us. Celeste must have seen them too. They were definitely coming closer, and at a fast pace. Then Celeste shifted and almost in a whisper she said to me, “Augustine, I think they're coming towards us.” I could tell she was scared but her voice remained steady. She echoed my own thoughts. I nodded my head in agreement. I looked at her, and said “Run!!”//

1

We were both running like lightening swift and stable no one tripped and no one stumbled. Celeste and I, were climbing over a hill when I got to the top I looked back, they were gaining on us. If we didn't get to safety soon they would catch up to us. After we went over the hill I pointed to the forest telling Celeste we should advance into the forest and climb a tree, she seemed to understand. We veered off course, running straight to the forest. When we were in the forest, we slowed our pace and after we thought we were deep enough we climbed the tallest tree. Celeste and I didn't move or say a sound. We could faintly hear hooves coming our way. It sounded like more then the 3 we had seen. When they were right under the tree we had climbed (Celeste and I both holding our breath) we could see who they were. Two adult men, one short and stocky, the other tall and bulky, he was huge!! There was also a lady, a teen and a youth. The lady was wearing a hood, so we couldn't see her face, the teen wasn't looking our direction and the youth was looking straight at us, I'm surprised he hasn't seen us. I was holding my breath. The men were shouting at each other in low voices. “Where did they go?!” The short one exclaimed to the other. “I told you they didn't come this way!” The tall one said. Then the youth spoke. “Why were we tracking them father?” the youth asked in puzzlement. Then one of the men answered. “We needed directions so we could find East Over Village.” At that, Celeste and I both looked at each other, because East Over Village, was where we lived. After they rode away Celeste and I climbed down. “That was a close one Augustine.” Celeste blurted out to me. “Yeah, but I wonder why they wanted to know where East Over Village was?” I asked. “And why they were tracking us down so hard just to get directions to East Over?” Celeste observed. We walked in silence for the rest of the way home. When we got to East Over it was still barely light out. When we got there the biggest surprise struck us. My father came to Celeste and I, with another man that I thought, no it couldn't be... My father greeted us, “Hello girls, I have a question for you two.” He asked, “Do you two girls know Mr. Delroy Ethelwulf?” Celeste and I stared at Mr. Ethelwulf in disbelief, but of course he did not recognize us. Mr. Ethelwulf was one of the men that was tracking us on horseback, Mr. Ethelwulf was with four other people, Mr. Delroy Ethelwulf was the tall and bulky man, he was huge!! But Mr. Ethelwulf doesn't recognize us because we, were in the tree. After that I had a million questions buzzing in my head. I assume Celeste did too. I snapped out of it and shook my head. “No father I do not know Mr. Ethelwulf.” I answered. So did Celeste, “It's nice to meet you Mr. Ethelwulf.” Then, Mr. Delroy Ethelwulf spoke, “A pleasure.” After that my father spoke again. “There were four others with Mr. Ethelwulf, but they are already off doing their own things. There is a boy about you girls age, you might want to try to find him?” I answered wanting to get out of Mr. Ethelwulf's presence as fast as possible. “Yes we will father,” (turning to Mr. Ethelwulf) “It was delightful meeting you.” Then I turned away, and I could hear Celeste following me.

2 We both knew where to go and we didn't need to tell each other. We went straight to the tree house. Celeste and I scrambled up the ladder and swiftly jumped into the tree house. It was an awkward silence, but then Celeste broke it, “Augustine, I-I think that Mr. Ethelwulf was part of the...” she couldn't bring herself to say it. “I think your right Celeste, this Mr. Ethelwulf, I don't trust him.”

It was the first day of fall when I woke up and it was chilly, I had to put my coat on. I went down for breakfast and saw my mother eating and reading at the same time. “Good morning Augustine” Mother greeted me. “Where is father?” I asked. “He's giving a tour and talking with the guests. You know one of them I believe, Mr. Ethelwulf.” Mother answered. “Do you now where I can find him?” I questioned. “He could be anywhere he left about an hour ago.” Mother wasn't totally listening since she was still reading. “Have you met the guests mother?” I asked. “I have met Mr. Delroy Ethelwulf and he seems agreeable, but the rest I have not met.” She put down her paper and looked at me and asked, “Why do you have so many questions about them?” She was getting suspicious. “Well why are they here? Did anyone invite them? What do they want?” Mother came up to me. “Go find your father, and tell him he needs to talk to you.” After I ate breakfast and got dressed I was leaving and my mother called after me “Can you tell Peter to feed the cat. It's his turn.” She shouted to me. Peter is my brother he is four years older than me. Then I left. I noticed as I walked around I was heading toward Celeste's house. On the way I found Peter in the barn. “Peter, it's your turn to feed the cat.” He grunted. “All right, be right there.” I walked out to get Celeste. After I knocked, her older sister was carrying her younger brother. I didn't need to say anything she called for Celeste and she came, she saw me and went to get her shoes. I told her the plan as we walked, looking for my father. “My father is giving a tour to the guests.” I told Celeste. “And were looking for him, to ask him questions like, why their here.” Celeste didn't interrupt until I was finished. “okay” She answered. We walked in the forest, we walked in the town square, it took hours and we still didn't find him. We walked everywhere except, by the treehouse! They couldn't be there. I told Celeste and we ran there instead of walking. When we got there, my father, the three adults and the teen was there, but the youth was in our tree house!! “Hello ladies how are you today? I 'm showing the guests around I hope you don't mind little Ted going in your tree house. He thinks it's really cool.” I boiled with rage I was sure they could see steam coming from my ears, but instead all I said was, “It's okay, right Celeste?” I turned to her with a pleading face at first she stared at me in disbelief but when she saw my face she appeared to have understood. “That's fine.” “Alright then,” my father clapped his hands together and introduced us. “This is Mr. Bruce Harold” father spoke as he was talking about the short stocky man. I smiled at him and he smiled back and nodded. Then my father introduced the teen he was closest to our age I would guess. “This is Leroy Ethelwulf, Mr. Ethelwulf's son,” I smiled and nodded again he did the same. Then my father introduced the lady, she was very young, “This is Mrs. Gloria Ethelwulf,” she seemed really nice, when she gave her nice warm smile. “And in the treehouse is Ted.” Then when he was done introducing them he introduced us. “This is my daughter Augustine,” he said talking about me, I grinned at all of them. “And this is her friend Celeste.” She smiled too. Then I urgently whispered to him “I need to talk to you immediately.” he looked at me unusualy. Here's a poem I thought I might share this is my finished copy, what do you think? Creek Nora Dachota

While looking near and far, I stumble upon,

a creek.

It is mesmerizing.

The way it's water flows and never stops,

The way it ripples when it hits a stone.

I can see straight to the bottom of it,

I can smell the pure clean water,

I can hear it's flowing water like a ringing of

bells chiming all the time,

When I touch the water it send waves throughout

the creek.

I itch to take off my shoes and step in the creek

to feel it's cool, refreshing water on my feet.

My feet were frozen, my eyes hypnotized,

by it's steady rhythmic pattern.

It felt like hours before I broke free of it's spell.

A creek is a place to get away, don't pollute them all.