Abby's+Writing

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October 11, 2007. Warm-up.

It was a rainy night in August, when I happened to be driving around with my personal trainer from the gym downtown. We were talking about how my membership had just expired, when I thought it would be nice to enjoy a little music. So, I turned on the car radio and turned up the volume. There was a peculiar song playing. It was as though I was being mezmerized by the sweet melody. My trainer and I were so hypnotized that when he asked me a question, I was so startled, that my hand slipped off the wheel and slid down the side of it, pressing the headlights button. As soon as I realized my mistake, it was too late. There came a sharp bend in the road and right as I braced for impact, the car skidded to a stop. There was a large thump coming from underneath the car. I immediately got out of the car, leaving my unconscious trainer in the passenger seat. It turns out that one of the front wheels had run over a stranger who had apparently been wandering around this part of the woods. I bent down to pick him up, when I suddenly jerked my head back. His smell was putrid, like he had been living in the woods for weeks. As soon as I started backing away, he began to rouse. When he opened his eyes, I could tell they had a fierce look, but there was something subtle about them as well. "Always yield to traffic in the circle..." he mumbled. "His mind must be affected." I said, shoving him into my truck. "Here," I said to him, turning on the radio, "maybe this will kindle your interest." The mezmerizing tune began to play once again. I slid out of the truck and onto the slippery road. "Well," I said, "that was odd." Then, there came the honk of a horn, the glare of headlights, and then everything went black.

October 31st, 2007. Warm-up

Bobbie could barely see through the fog-covered window. It was snowing outside and fifteen-year-old Bobbie was longing to play in the fluffy white snow. She couldn't, though, because her parents were too lazy to actually watch her sled down the hill across the street. Bobbie walked over the the cluttered cage sitting on the couch that held her pet guinea pig Fred, who was squeaking with delight. "Fred," Bobbie explained, "I really wish I could go out in the snow. I mean, it's the year 2056 and because of global warming, the snow will all be gone!" Just then, George, Bobbie's younger brother burst in the door, his hands full of chocolate. "Talking to guinea pigs, eh?" he snorted, wolfing down the chocolate after he finished speaking. "Where did you get that chocolate?" Bobbie asked George, who didn't seem to be paying a lot of attention. "My friend Lucy's house. Why?" "B-but," Bobbie stuttered, "Lucy's house is on the other side of the woods. How did you get out?" "That's the key." he snickered walking upstairs, leaving a trail of snow and slush. Just as he left, Bobbie's mother walked downstairs, banging on the wall with her cracked hands. "BOBBIE!" she yelled, seeing the trail of slush that George had left behind. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT GOING OUT IN THE SNOW!" "But... I..." stammered Bobbie. "I just want to play in it once. You know, before global warming melts the poles and the world floods." "Well," said Bobbie's mother, "I am controlling the poles. I make global warming happen. Why? WHY? I never asked for it. I've always wanted to be normal. But I am a Grander. A Grander is a creature that has unlimited solar power and can make anything on Earth melt. Even humans." She laughed a maniacal laugh. Then, she screwed up her face so that it appeared that she was ansering a tough question. Then, large, bat-like wings spurted out of her back and her body was suspended in midair. Her wings were flapping rapidly, making the room spin around right before Bobbie's green eyes, now sparkling with tears. "It's not true!" she screamed. "You're not my mother! Who are you? Who are you?!" She tried to scream again, but her voice was hoarse. "What about dad?" she whispered. "He's dead now," shrieked her mother, her voice now deeper. "I KILLED HIM!" Bobbie screamed louder than before, but stopped andd nearly fainted when she saw the blood was pouring down the stairs. As she was staring in awe at the blood, the was swept up by the wind and carried into the next room, where she landed on Fred's cage, where he was nowhere to be found. There was just a puddle of blood. "NO!" she screamed, running for the door. Her mother lunged at her, but Bobbie was quicker, so she rolled under the bench in the mudroom. Blood came cascading down the sides of it like a waterfall. Bobbie was sure that she was hallucinating. Her mother had her cornered. "Time to die," she said, cackling. Bobbie's mother unleashed her fury, Bobbie rolled out from under the bench and ran outside. Bobbie slammed the door shut, thankful to bring that chapter of her life to a close.