It's been a while since I wrote this, and one of these days I'll probably read it and think, I put that on my blog!? And totally re-write it; but whatever!
This is about little kids, but don't worry, the book isn't! ;)
(I'm sorry that the text looks weird after awhile, but if I didn't do it that way, those parts would be too small to read.)
Here is the Prologue of the book I'm writing:
PrologueGalveston, Texas, USA
Faith Johnson held tight to her mother’s hand as they walked down the sidewalk of Galveston. Her almost-six-year-old sister, Grace skipped ahead. She always does that, Faith thought, acts as if nothing ever happened. Doesn’t she realize we‘re never going back to Amarillo? Faith was to be five in October; her blonde, wavy hair was kept in pigtails with little blue hair ribbons atop each one. Her cream dress came just to her knees with little blue and red mushrooms on it; fawns peeked out from behind them. She was a sweet little girl who was always shy when first meeting someone new, but give her a few days and she was as crazy and fun to be with as her sister. Grace’s hair, light blonde, almost white, was pulled back in one braid down her back. Her blue eyes were just as bright and cheerful as their mothers were. Faith secretly wished she had blue eyes, every one seemed to like them, but almost every time she looked into her father’s eyes, she was glad she had green eyes like him. They had moved to Galvetson just three days before, to Faith it was a big, strange place were lots of people she didn’t know lived. She didn’t understand why they had moved, Father said that Mother was lonesome for her family. So they moved to Galveston where Mother’s brother lived. Faith didn’t know any of her cousins and wished they could go home to the house in Amarillo. There she knew everyone and life was wonderful. Now she was forced to move, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, Mother was taking them to a house that belonged to a friend of Auntie Kate‘s. Mother said she was taking her there to meet two new kids who Faith hoped would like Grace so she could sit by Mother and not have to play with them.
“Tired?” Mother’s soft voice broke the silence that had grown between the two.
Faith looked up and tried to smile despite her heartaches for home, “No, just thinkin‘.” Faith brought her gaze back her sister, who had stopped skipping and was now just walking with a grin spread across her pretty face.
Faith’s head shot back up to look the woman in the eye. How did Mother always know what was bothering her? “You know, we can visit sometimes.”
“It wouldn’t be the same; the house is sold,” Faith’s little head now hung with the thought of her old room belonging to some stranger.
Mother’s blue eyes sparkled, Faith sure had a way of saying what was on her mind, even at four, she did know a lot of words. “Yes, it is sold, but now you get to live next to the beach, and meet new friends. You’ll learn to love it here, I know you will.”
Faith knew her words were meant to comfort her, but she didn’t want to learn to love Galveston, she wanted life to go back to the way it was. However, she knew she should try to be happy, for Mother’s sake, “Can I walk with Grace?” A nod told her that she could. Letting go of her mother’s hand Faith ran to her sisters side.
“Drew!” The voice came floating down the hall and through the door into the young boy’s room. Andrew lay on the floor, his chin resting in his little hand, pretending he knew what the paper that lay before him said. The brown hair that sat atop the six-year-olds head bobbed up as he sat up.
“Drew!” His mothers call came again. Leaving the Funny Paper, he walked toward the hall and called, “Yeah?”
“Mrs. Johnson and her girls are here, would you please get the door?” Drew glanced at the clock in the hall, he hadn’t heard the doorbell ring, “I need to take the pie out of the oven before it burns.” His mother loved to bake; Drew knew that this pie was sort of a “welcome to Galveston” pie. She had reputation in their church for her welcoming abilities. Pies were a common for her to give to new comers, but sometimes she invited them to tea. This time, Mrs. Johnson decided to do both. After all, it was her best friend’s sister. Since the family moved to Galveston so suddenly, The Chantry’s had no way of changing their plans to leave town. Drew knew this was why his mother invited the Johnsons over, but he still couldn’t help but wish that they could’ve waited until their family came back in town before visiting anybody. If Sophie and Becky’s family weren’t out of town, they could play with them. They were their cousins, not his. Why should he be the one to be stuck with them?
Drew closed the door to his room and walked down the stairs and into the entry where his four-year-old sister, Martha, stood, her eyes aglow with excitement. Drew couldn’t help but smile when his sister grinned at him, her light brown curls bouncing when she jumped. “Open it, Drew. Open it.”
Marty was always getting overly excited about things. But, Drew knew that this time was different. His sister was the only girl is the family, both immediate and extended. It was true that Sophie and Becky were nice to her, but what Marty wanted was a real friend. Age didn’t matter to her, as long as they called her their friend. Drew secretly hoped that Marty would become friends with these new neighbors and he wouldn’t have to bother with them.
“Drew, don’t keep them waiting.” Mrs. West called out of the kitchen as she untied her apron and hung it on the nail that was driven in the wall.
Drew sighed and reached for the doorknob. Sun light came shining through the door as he swung it open. Once he had the door open he looked up at the tall woman who stood before him. Her blue eyes shone as a smile spread across her face. She did look a lot like Mrs. Chantry.
Drew remembered to mind his manners and returned the smile, “Come in, Mrs. Johnson” he said, hoping he had gotten her name right.
“Why thank you, young man.” If she was still smiling, Drew didn’t notice, he was too busy watching the two young girls that were walking in behind their mother. They had the blondest hair Drew had ever seen, coming from a family of pretty much all browns.
Mrs. West came in from the kitchen to greet her guests, “Welcome to Galveston! Please do come in.” She took the door from Drew and closed it tight, “I’m Marianne, a good friend of your sisters.” Drew shook his head, he never could understand why adults always told people things they already knew about them when seeing them for the first time. Hadn’t she told Mrs. Johnson her name when she invited her to come over? Sometimes Drew wondered if he ever would understand grown ups.
“Thank you. I’m Harriet Johnson and these are my two girls,” she gestured toward the two girls who hadn’t let go of each others hands since they came in. “Grace will be six soon and Faith is four.”
Marty, who hadn’t taken her eyes off Faith, couldn’t contain herself any longer, “I can’t say my real name, but I’m called Marty anyway and I’m four, too!” She blurted out. Faith appeared to be shy and just gave her a weak smile.
Grace spoke up, “Faith’s shy,” she defended her sister. She smiled sweetly at her younger sister, as if to tell her that being shy wasn’t something to be ashamed of.
Mrs. West suddenly noticed Drew’s silence, “Speak up, son.” Drew knew that what she really meant was that he was being rude. He extended his hand out to Grace the way his father often did to people at church Drew began to introduce himself, “I’m Andrew,” he thought that if he used his full name he would sound older, “I’m six years old.” Even if Drew didn’t like to be with girls much, he liked to act like his father.
“Well, why don’t you children go upstairs and play,” his mother suggested.
“I’ll show you my room!” Marty grabbed Faith’s hand and ran for the stairs, dragging the two girls behind her.
Drew took the steps as fast as his short legs would allow him and as soon as his sister was out of sight of the stairs, he ran off in the opposite direction and into his own room. Closing the door behind him, Drew walked to his bed and climbed atop it. Finally he could be without girls. Though he’d rather have his cousin, Adam, here with him, being alone in his room was better than playing dolls with his sister and her two new best friends.
Drew sighed and looked around his room, trying to decide what to do now. He spotted his helmet and goggles sitting on his desk and jumped down from the bed to retrieve them from their regular spot. He placed the hat on his head and pulled the goggles down over his eyes. He glance in the mirror that hung on wall above his desk. Satisfied with what he saw, he turned and climbed back onto his bed.
Drew began to imagine that he was in a fighter jet, making sounds of a flying plane, he flew over enemy territory. Just as the enemy was about to send a missile toward his plane, the door to the hall flew open and in came his sister, Grace and Faith, who were still holding hands, walking behind her. “And this is Drew’s room,” she was saying to the two girls behind her. Faith and Grace began to look around the room as Marty showed them every nook and cranny of his room.
Surprised by the way she barged into his room; Drew raised his voice, “Marty!”
His sister didn’t seem to be affected by his shout, but Faith’s green eyes grew wide and she stared at Drew as if he had just jumped off a cliff.
“What!” Marty’s annoyed look matched that of Drew’s. One look at the two girls who still stood in the door way told Drew that he had shouted too loudly. Trying to calm down he looked his sister in the eye, “Would you please get out of my room?”
Marty smiled, obviously glad that he hadn’t shouted again, “Why? What are you doing? Can we do it too?” she was quick to quiz him.
“No! I’m flying in a fighter jet and the enemy is closing in. It wouldn’t be a very pretty sight, girls wouldn’t be able handle the blood.” Marty’s eyes told Drew that his sister wasn’t convinced that they should leave the room. He decided that he’d better show her that it wasn’t safe for girls to play war.
“See? Look! Oh no!” Drew’s eyes grew wide with the importance of what was about to happen, “They sent a missile toward me! I don’t think I can dodge it! It‘s too late!” Drew made a sound that sounded like something blowing up and let himself fall back onto the pillow. He lay with his eyes closed and his tongue out, trying his best to look as if dead.
Marty still wasn’t convinced, “I’ll save you!” She shouted as she jumped up on the bed beside him. Drew sat up so fast his head began to spin. His eyes met Faith’s across the room, a small smile was spread across the young girls lips.
Drew sighed, “Okay, you can play with me.” All three girls squealed their delight as Faith dragged her sister onto the bed.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Drew said, holding out his hands and bouncing them along with the girls’ bounces that shook his bed, trying his best to calm their giggles, “Not here, lets go down to the beach.”
“The beach!” Faith was truly becoming comfortable around the two children, no longer afraid to speak. She even let go of her sister’s hand and clapped her hands together with her excitement.
“Can we do that?” Grace asked, wanting to be sure that they weren’t about to do something they would get in trouble for.
“Sure, if we take Adam along with us,” Marty was glad to inform Grace, “He’s older and Mother trusts him to keep me away from the water.”
“Okay,” Drew said, taking charge, “You guys go ask your mom if you can go,” he pointed toward Grace, “and I’ll go get Adam.”
Faith’s grin made Drew glad he suggested going to the beach. The young girl jumped off the bed and went running down the hall to ask her mother with her older sister at her heels. Marty gave Drew a quick hug, “Thank you,” she quickly said before taking off running after her friends.
Grinning, Drew shook his head before exiting the bedroom as well. He went straight to the front door, sure that Mother would explain that Adam was old enough to watch over them and Mrs. Johnson would allow Faith and Grace to go. Especially after she sees how excited the thought has made her younger daughter.
He was sure to remember to look both ways before crossing the street to his aunt and uncle’s house. Aunt Sarah didn’t take long to answer the door when he knocked, little Frankie close at her heels.
“Drew! Why, I thought your mother had told you that you couldn’t come over today because you had company?” She wiped her hands on the dish towel that she held in her hand.
“She did, but Faith and Grace, those are the names of the two new girls, want to go to the beach, and we can’t go unless Adam is with us,” Drew looked up at his aunt, hoping she would take the hint they he wanted Adam to come over.
She did, smiling she said, “I’ll call him. Do you want to come in while he gets ready?”
“No, thank you, I’ll just wait on the steps.”
“All right, he’ll be out in a minute.”
Once the door was closed, Drew walked over to the steps that lead down to the street and sat on the top one. Placing his chin in his hands, he prepared to wait. He could hear Aunt Sarah calling Adam’s name, and a little time later, the sound of Adam’s foot steps running down the steps into the living room. Drew knew it wouldn’t be long until Adam would come through the door. He stood and stuck his hands into his pockets.
Across the street, he could see Marty leading Faith and Grace out the front door and onto the front porch. From the way Faith kept jumping up and down, clapping her hands together, he knew their mothers had said they could go. He smiled to him self, glad that the shy young girl, who he knew must’ve not been very happy about moving to a strange town, had become comfortable around him and his sister. Just because he had agreed to let them play with him.
The squeak of the front door made Drew spin around on his heel and face Adam. His cousin had a wide grin spread across his face. Adam was three years older than Drew, and quite a bit taller than him, but still Drew considered him his best and dearest friend. Adam held a brown paper bag in his left hand, and he spoke was he saw the questioning look in Drew’s eyes when he saw it, “Mom packed us snacks.” He explained as the two of them began to walk down he steps. Drew nodded in response.
“So, those are the two new girls? I saw them cross the street to your house earlier. What‘s their names?” Adam asked looking at Grace and Faith as they waited on the steps of Drew’s house.
“The older one is Grace and she’s my age. Faith is Marty’s age, maybe a bit older. She used to be shy, when I said we could go to the beach she got real happy.”
“Well, then, lets make sure she’s not disappointed,” He grinned down at Drew, and suddenly took off in a run around the house to the beach that was just on the other side.
Drew laughed and called to the girls, “Come on!” All three girls grinned and took off in a run after him and Adam, holding hands to help each other keep up.
Once on the beach Adam didn’t even wait for introductions, he threw down the snacks onto a log that was near by and spun around to chase Grace across the beach. When Grace saw this she began to scream and laugh at the same time as she ran away from the strange boy. Adam’s long legs let him catch up with her in no time at all. He grabbed her by the hand, yelled, “You’re it!” and took off in the way he just came.
Grace grinned as she realized what he was doing and began to chase Faith. Faith’s giggles were drowned out by the roar of the ocean, but Drew could see the happiness on her face even from his spot the log where he sat waiting for someone to chase him. It didn’t’ take long before Faith was “it” and chasing Drew through the sand.
Marty loved to chase Adam, and to be fair, Adam would let her catch him even though he could easily out run her. They played Tag all day, only stopping to eat the cookies Aunt Sarah had sent. Too soon it was time for Faith and Grace to go home with their mother. Adam walked home and Drew held Marty’s hand as they walked back to their house for supper.
“I like them,” Marty said to her brother.
Drew smiled, “So do I,” he said, still trying to believe how much fun he had actually had with the two girls. After all, they were girls, he never had fun with girls before.
“I’m glad we have the same friends, Drew, I like being with you,” she was so tired from a full day of running she laid her head against Drew arm as they walked.
Drew smiled to himself, though he never would admit it, he enjoyed being with Marty, too.
The next day, while eating lunch, Drew looked out to see Faith, holding tight to Grace’s hand, came running across the street, with Adam not far behind the two. Because they lived on the same side of the street, their mother had told them that they were never to cross the street without the nine-year-old.
Mrs. West sent Marty and Drew out side, hand in hand, and the five children ran around back to the beach.
It wasn’t before another game of Tag was begun. The five of them soon considered themselves all best friends and never went a day without meeting on the front porch of the West’ house. The young girls’ giggles and screams could be heard above the ocean. Soon all the people of Galveston began to think of the five as an inseparable group.
Hope you enjoyed! ~Daminika