Story time!

OK! I know your probably thinking, "What's with the name?" ( that is, if anyone actually reads this blog, which I highly doubt!) Well, it was during a free for one of the exams (Home Ec! Which I don't do!) that I started writing a story! I think you can see where this is going! Please let me know if you like it!






She was there, right where she was the night before. This was my chance!

I checked my watch, one minute past the hour. I moved slowly up the hill towards her. The moon shone on her sleek black hair, her eyes were closed and her blood red lips, slightly parted.

A twig snapped in the bushes beside me. I looked into the thick, dense forest beyond, trying to see if someone was there.

I looked back at her to see if she had noticed and she had. Her eyes were open and staring, like glass, into the forest like I moments before. Her fists were clenched and she was ready to run if danger should arise.

A small black cat emerged from the trees and her body relaxed. The cat pranced over to her and sat at her feet. It let out a soft, gentle “meow”, before rubbing against her legs

“Oh, silly Malky,” she said in the smooth, soft voice that made me to go weak at the knees. She picked up the cat and scratched it behind the ears before releasing it and watching it scarper off down the other side of the hill.

She lifted her gaze and rested her eyes on me. She stared at me for a moment before turning fast on her heels and making her way down the hill.

I ran up the hill after her but when I reached the top, she was already three-quarters of the way down the other side.

“Sally!” I called after her. “You don’t know who I am-”

“I know who you are,” she interrupted. I hated being interrupted but if it was by her, I didn‘t
mind.

“Your name is Daniel Farber,” she continued as she made her back up the hill. “You have two older sisters, twins, Ellie and Ruth, and a younger brother, Mark. Your mum, Hannah, passed away last year, and your dad, Peter, is trying to cope with all the work of being a double parent. Your on the soccer team, even though you ‘can’t kick a ball to save your life’, your words, not mine!”

She had reached me at this point and was staring me in the face. She reached up and took off my glasses. She folded them and put them in her pocket, leaving me partially blind.

“Hey wait!” I said. “I need those!”

“I know,” she said smartly. “But you won’t need them, well not now anyway!”

She took my hand and led me down the hill. When we reached the bottom, she stopped and let go of my hand.

“Wait here for a second,” she said.

I heard her footsteps move away as she clicked her tongue a couple of times. Her soft voice, a little bit away, said, “good boy!”, before I heard her footsteps make her way back towards me.

“Here, hold Malky, will you?” she asked.

“Whoa! No! I-I’m allergic to cats!” I said, stepping back and nearly tripping over a large branch.

“To dogs maybe, but not cats. Now just take him!” She placed the cat in my arms and grabbed my elbow. “Come on, or we’ll be late!”

She led me away from the smell of damp grass and roses, and towards the smell of the sea and fish.

She stopped, took the cat from me and then handed me back me glasses. When I put them on, I saw we were on a pier.

“Uh . . . Where are we?” I asked, slightly confused.

“Um . . .” she said, looking around. She spotted a sign and said, “Pier 61 of the Eastwood Docks.”

“Yeah, right! There are only 60 piers at the Eastwood Docks!”

“During the day, yes! But between the hours of one and two in the morning, there are 61!”

I looked at my watch; 1:32 a.m. “This is crazy!” I exclaimed.

“That’s not what the sign says!” Her finger pointed to a sign, just like any of the other signs in the docks, but this one was newer. It wasn’t dirty in any way, and the corners still looked sharp, unlike the other signs, where she corners had been worn away. The writing was still very clear, the paint had not been chipped or washed away.

Pier 61,
Eastwood Docks,
Est. since 1939.

I couldn’t believe it! How could a whole chunk of land just appear for one hour every night?

“What are we doing here anyway?” I asked.

She smiled. Every time she smiled, her emerald eyes sparkled and her face seemed to glow. She had an aura about her when she smiled, that made me go weak at the knees.

She took my hand and led me to the end of the pier.

“When I say three, jump!” she said calmly.

I yanked my hand away quickly.

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed. “That’s completely mad! That water is probably two degrees Celsius and you just want me to jump into it?!”

“Well . . . Yeah!” Her voice was calm and she didn’t seem surprised by my out burst. “Look, there’s a ladder out of the water, just there, you can climb out if you want! Or, you can just turn around and go home, right now! But if you don’t make up your mind up right now, I’ll never give you this chance again!”

I looked down at the water. It was about eight feet below the top of the pier. Sally reached out and took both my hands in hers. I looked up and met her gaze.

“I really want you to do this with me,” she said quietly.

“But . . . Why?”

“ You’re just going to have to trust me.”

I don’t know how long I stood there, staring into her eyes, but I knew that if I didn’t do this, I might never get to stare into them again.

“Alright,” I said. “I’ll do it!”

She smiled and took my hand. She led me over to the edge of the pier.

“Ready?” she asked. I nodded, unable to speak. “O.K. On three! One . . . Two . . . THREE!”





So that's it! Please comment!! OK! BYE!!!!!!!!!