“Nope” I said. Eve looked at me desperately. “Please Mari? Harry is a great guy!” “Uh huh” I said. I don’t even bother with these blind dates anymore! Evelenne or as everyone called her, Eve, was always matching me up with stupid people! The first guy was a literal CLOWN! Now she wants to match me up with Harry Seamister. He really sounds weird. But, I’ll go with him for Eve….
“Hi.” Says Harry as we meet outside “The Greek Giant” “Hello” I say with a soft smile. I’m looking at my shoes as I always do on blind dates. Finally, I look up. “My name is Marigold Sadie Bends.” “Harry Zach Seamister, pleasure.”
We eventually(after 10 minutes of awkward silence) order. “I’ll have the pasta salad with Greek salad on the side please. Oh and a medium Coke.” I stare at him for a second. “I’ll take what he’s having.” I say quietly. Harry had just ordered the same thing I ALWAYS get. Maybe this won’t be terrible…………..
Winning a week-long sunny vacation couldn’t have come at a better time;it almost seemed to good to be true… I entered a raffle for a week in a mansion at the beach. I knew I wouldn’t win! But…..3 weeks later I got a call from CheepzSweepz.com. I picked up and suddenly I heard,”CONGRATULATIONS TO CECILIA MOON FOR WINNING OUR SWEEPSTAKE!!” I squealed and said,”OMG REALLY?!” “Yes! Pack your bags Cecilia! You are going to the beach!”
A week later I arrived at the beach. I came to the “Cheepz Sweepz Office” to collect my keys and to find out where I would be staying. “Hi!” I said “I’m Cecelia Moon. I’m here to collect my keys to the mansion!” “Of Course!” The tiny receptionist handed me an address and some keys. “Have a great week Cecilia!”
I arrive at the address and to my surprise;find a tiny condo! In small print on the side of the condo is written “The Mansion” The worst part is;instead of being a beachfront home it is 3 miles away from the beach! “Well” I say to myself. “I better rent a bike.”
I sing the last note of song,then bow and head offstage. Everyone claps. I’m not surprised. The judges of Little Miss New York all smile. I know I’ll win. I get the gold in everything. Soccer,Art,Ballet,Gymnastics,Track,Hip Hop, Jazz,Singing, and now,pageants! I really don’t have any competition here. I mean,not to brag, but I have blonde hair,blue eyes,and fair skin. No one here has ALL of those things.
Finally, they announce the winners! “Third Place: Erica Winston” Not me,good news! “Second Place: Haley Nicoles” Oh good not-wait me?! I got silver? “First Place: Sadie Ballens!!!” “No not her! Sure she sang like an angel....But she has red hair,green eyes,and even GLASSES!” I scream and cry.
“Haley!” My mother whisper yells “This is no way for a 13 year old to act! Go up and accept your crown and sash!” I do but I sulk the whole time. This is the worst day of my life!!!
I come up to the grassy field. My shovel scrapes the ground. This is where I buried my time capsule. I dig a deep hole and finally, I hit something hard. I drop to my knees and pull out the wood box. I open the lid.
First, I pull out a scrap of rusty metal. When I was 8 we sold our house. Right as we left the house,I ripped a piece of metal from our shed. I swore I’d always keep it. I lied.
Secondly, I pulled out an old photograph. It shows an 11 year old me, at a ballet recital. I was in a tutu and a black leotard. I smile,in spite of myself, this was the recital I had won first place on my solo dance.
At last, I pull out the thing I came here for. A stack of paper. I wrote this story when I was 13. I am now an author but I ran out of material. I told my publisher about this story and he loved it. So here I am. I buried this story for someone else to find. I guess I need it more.
2 months later
“The Darkest Night” is a bestseller. I never thought this would ever happen. I wrote this story when I was 13. I am now 37. “The Darkness Night” has been featured on talk shows,radio stations,and best of all, my hometown’s newspaper.
“No Way!” Said Gramma. “I refuse to believe this!” “Yes Gramma! Cable is not free!” I said. “In my day,there was one channel! And it was free!” My grandma had just moved in. We had just gotten an alert on out TV that we needed to renew our cable bill. Apparently “In her day” you payed for the TV and watched one channel. “Gramma! Give me my wallet! I need to pay!” “No! We don’t need all these fancy channels!” “Ugh! Gramma if we don’t pay you can’t watch your stupid garden shows!” “Oh” she said. “In that case... PAY THE BILL LYDIA!!!”
Tomorrow I say I’ll clean my room It’ll be squeaky clean But when tomorrow comes A rule of thumb Is to leave so unclean Mom shouts at me While I continue to be Totally uncaring I mean it’s my room I like it this way That is what I say But in truth Ugh it’s annoying Eventually Someday In this lifetime I will clean my room I’ll pick up the pen The lipgloss bottles too And oh my gosh That room will look new