A Story Written By Kat

So as I've said before, my little eleven year old sister, Kat, is a very, very good writer. Tonight, she asked me to read one of her latest pieces. I wanted to share what she had so far. I thought it was pretty good for a ten minute write.

The First Time I Saw Aaron, Disaster Struck

I was new to Riverrook Junior High, a stranger to all in the almsot invisible town of Rookston. When I say invisible, I mean closed down and abandoned. The only buildings that stand are the condos and the school house which doubled as a church and meeting hall.

We moved from Manhattan because my father drugged a policeman that killed the mayor's son. He said here we'd spend more time together.

The truth is I don't see him at all. The first day of school, he dropped me off with his wallet and drove away. No reason, no note,but he left. I walked into the brick building that was my new school.

Cigarette butts littered the corridors. Other than the flies that surrounded the overflowing trash cans, I was alone. Leave it to my father to neglect the fact that it was a Saturday, and a dreary one, about to rain.

The drizzle had already started. I walked deeper into the school hoping to find shelter from the cold. The doorswere missing from the entrance.

I walked down the hall, if that is what you would call it, more like a closet, like spaces and a single classroom. The classroom had no door so I let myself in. The chairs were wooden and looked about to fall apart. I sat down gingerly on the safest looking one and considered my position.

I am alone with only my dad's wallet to support me. My only shelter is a drafty schoolhouse that is ready to fall apart. My father is gone...

I stopped my lsit. Tears came to my eyes, as if every sad memory just came back and had to explode. I held my coat to my eyes and soon it was soaked. I could have spent hours crying my woes away had I not seen the boy. I instantly scooped my sorrows back to the deepest part in my mind and looked directly at him.

"Who are you?" I asked him, voice still faltering, afraid that tears would flood back.

"Aaron," he answered, as if it answered all of my questions. Then without another word he withdrew a pen from his pocket and glided toward me. He took my hand in his and drew what looked like a backward four anda circle.

Aaron replaced the oen in his pocket and walked out of the room with much speed and grace. I felt a buzz first in my hand, then my arm, and then my whole body. I felt the pain of hitting the floor hard, then fell into a dreamless sleep.

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That was all she had for me, but I was impressed with it. I gave her a few pointers, like to mention that the main character/narrator is a girl. It is actually supposed to be herself. She likes to pick herself up and put herself in her stories. It's her way of going on adventures. It's cute.