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 The Silver Oasis
I know its really indescriptive in someparts and way overdescriptive in others, but hey. I'm a beginner. The baseline of the story is, this swedish-irish goth girl goes away for a weekend, meets a weird guy, who takes her to this other world called The Silver Oasis, created by this outcast genius gut, many years ago. People have been adding onto it for years, etc., etc.
“No! You are not going to that filthy excuse for a restaurant. Honey, this is your father we’re talking about, not some old chump of yours from collage. NO! No. We will have a pleasant dinner at our house. I will cook. Stop laughing. I’ll have you know, I make a scrumptious tofu-sprout stir-fry. Well then I can learn to cook something else! I can SO cook!”
As Annalina Reid tuned out her parents’ squabbling on her mother’s cell phone, she began to doodle mindlessly in her notebook. Her picture started out as an alien, but as she got lost in thought pondering who had made the first peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, it began to take the shape of something else. What was supposed to be the aliens head began to look more like a top. Then she sketched a ring around it and then another one.
She glanced down to check the progress of her alien and frowned, puzzled that she had drawn such a simple yet very strange thing. She had seen the figure before, only once, on an old, dusty book her mother had inherited from a great aunt or something. It had been engraved on the cover and Annalina had only just gotten a peek at it before her mother shoved it in a box and put it away somewhere in her room. And that had been years ago, when she was only nine. How odd that she should, subconsciously, draw it after six years.
“Bye Hon, see you after school” said her mother, Inga, pulling Annalina back into reality.
Still frowning, Annalina got out of the car and looked around at her school. There were many different groups and cliques scattered about the high school. The usual space cadets were on the front steps snorting (although they would never admit it) about some poor exchange student’s absence of the English language. The drama queen and the rest of her pompous theatre group were glowering at them. Evidently they must have just recruited the Italian girl (more proof of the danger of not knowing English). The nerds were, of course, already in class, probably staring with rapt attention at an empty blackboard. The wanna-be-abstract-and-sophisticated artists were sitting together under the large swooping willow tree. The jocks were on the front lawn, tossing a football around and checking out giggly cheerleaders. The retards, a breed of jocks with slightly more superior intelligence, stood huddled on the sidewalk bobbing their heads and grunting huh, huh a million times per second. The skaters were probably still home in bed or skipping the day to skate on other people’s property. And the punks, loners, druggies and Goths hanged out around the side of the school.
She tugged her beanie down behind her ears and, as she walked to the side of the school building, she checked her new, black Zero shirt for cat hair and smoothed out the skull design on the front of it. It was actually her younger brother Hadrian’s shirt but after she shredded the sleeves and customized the waste line he wasn’t anxious to claim it.
“Hey, Annalina, nice boots,” called Henry, a good friend of hers. His green mohock was styled into spikes that stood out from his pale scalp.
“Yeah, my uncle gave them to me about three Christmases ago and they only now fit,” Annalina said, displaying her black combat boots with large buckles down the front.
Then the bell rang rudely, stopping her from explaining more. Annalina turned and began to walk away but stopped at the corner waiting for Henry. When he didn’t come she looked back at him quizzically.
“You coming?”
“Nah, not today. I’m skipping,” he told her.
“But we have those weird Ohio tests or something today,” she said, scowling at the thought.
“Exactly,” Henry grinned.
“Tchhh,” Annalina sighed, a hint of disapproval in her voice, and turned away.
The definition of a verb is …The square root of 143 is …The capital of Virginia is… The whole day of tests passed by sluggishly until-
“Miss Reid. Of course. So typical. Sorry to … wake you. But … the tests are … for today … over,” murmured Mr.
When Annalina got out of school she waited on the curb for her father to come pick her up. Not the first time that day, she took out her notebook to examine the strange drawing she had made that morning. It’s so neat, the lines so perfect as if my hand knew exactly what it was drawing from the very start, Annalina thought as she tucked a loose strand of her Swedish blonde hair behind her ear.
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that was really good. my dad works for a publishing company, i can have him read this if youre interested
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Dec 4th, 2003 07:18 AM |
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That would be....cool...
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Dec 4th, 2003 07:42 AM |
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Oops. The teachers name is Mr. Chint, not Mr.
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Dec 4th, 2003 10:00 PM |
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By the way its like a 'to be continued' thing. Its not over.
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Dec 5th, 2003 12:07 AM |
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More...
She looked up at the sound of her father’s car, and he honked as he pulled up in front of her. She studied her father, Alroy, as she walked the small distance to the car. She had gotten her small, round nose and dark, green eyes from him. She was also beginning to acquire his height, having just hit 5’5’’.
“So, how was school?” he asked as Annalina buckled her seatbelt.
“It was okay. We didn’t do much,” she lied. She knew if she brought up the tests, her father would want to know how she thought she had done and that was something she didn’t want to think about. She knew that she had probably passed and all, but she most definitely had not aced them. And when it came to grades and tests, her father expected her to top of the class, to pass everything with flying colors. He was always bragging about her to friends and relatives, sometimes even his clients.
When she got home, Annalina warmed up a frozen burrito and jogged up to her room.
“Hey there, Jeremiah,” she cooed, kicking of her boots. Jeremiah was her pet leopard. She had rescued him from a cruel animal testing lab when she was eleven. Although she had rescued him as soon as she possibly could have, they had already done an experiment that had failed, leaving the baby leopard’s growth forever stunted. Of course, her parents never would have let her keep him if he had been a normal leopard. But Annalina still would have rather that he had been able to return to the wild, where he might be happier.
Not that he wasn’t happy enough with her. He purred loudly as Annalina knelt down beside him, stroking his soft fur, and bit into her burrito. When she stood up and flopped onto her bed, he walked over to his food bowl and began munching on his vegetarian tofu-black bean loaf. One would think he might hate it, but for some odd reason he loved it, as well as many more things that don’t contain meat of any kind. Jeremiah had been born a vegetarian leopard, even before the labs got him. And after living with him for eighteen months, Annalina became one too.
The phone rang on Annalina’s desk and reached across the bed to answer it.
“Yush?” she asked, her mouth full of beans.
“Uh… Anna?”
“Oh, hey Jacqueline! I didn’t see you at school today,” Annalina said, gulping her food down to talk. Jacqueline was a major death freak, and really liked to exaggerate on everything. Some people thought she was a bit over-dramatic, but the way Annalina saw it, at least she didn’t cry all the time over insanely stupid things like breaking up or moving away from friends. Annalina was looking forward to meeting up with her at the pizza parlor.
“Yeah, well I missed. I have a virus, the doctor says. It’s probably going to kill me, but how would I know seeing as nobody tells me anything,” Jacqueline sniffed.
“Oh. Are you going to make it for pizza?”
“That’s why I called. I’m going to have to cancel. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Annalina sighed. “Bye,” she said hanging up the phone. Well, she thought to herself, Guess I’m on my own. I don’t have any homework and I’m not going to watch T.V. So what to do? She glanced over at Jeremiah and he was tugging at her suitcase in the closet.
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