here's another section

of my story:




They left the dungeon, Jacob and Elizabeth hobbling along with Matthew in between them. Matthew suddenly started laughing."We are a pretty sad bunch, are we not? What are we going to do if we have to fight? I am going to be the only one capable of doing any damage!"
Jacob and Elizabeth laughed with him.
"I could fight if I needed to. I would just prefer to save my strength for now," said Jacob.
Elizabeth nodded, "The same for me."
"Wait a moment," Jacob said. "How did you get hurt, Elizabeth?"
Matthew answered for her, "She did it to herself. She used her dagger to gash her leg so we would appear as though we needed help. They let us in the castle because of it."
"So that is why you did not want to go to the physician. You were rescuing someone from the dungeon."
Once again, they all whirled around to find Erin behind them.
Elizabeth grimaced, "Um, we are taking him to the physician because –"
"Do not even try that," Erin told her. "I know what you are doing. I also know who this prisoner is. He is very valuable."
Jacob bowed stiffly, "Thank you, Your Highness."
Erin laughed, "It wasn’t necessarily a compliment."
"Your Highness? Why did you call her that, Jacob?" Elizabeth asked.
Jacob smirked, "Because she is a princess, why else would I call her that?"
"Well, she could have been a queen or something," Elizabeth replied.
"She is a little young to be married to a sixty year old king, don’t you think?" Jacob quipped.
"Anything is possible," said Elizabeth.
Erin rolled her eyes, "Can you two just stop? And my father is fifty-four."
Elizabeth nudged Jacob, "Ha! You were wrong, Jacob!" She whispered.
"How old are you two?" Erin asked.
Matthew decided to answer for them so they wouldn’t even have to open their mouths. "Elizabeth is sixteen and Jacob is seventeen. I know, they are too old to be arguing like that. I am sixteen, just in case you were wondering. How old are you?"
Erin laughed, "I am fifteen. And you are right, they are too old to be arguing like that."
Jacob cleared his throat, "Anyway, are we going to go now?"
"Oh yes, that reminds me," Erin said. "We are supposed to be enemies! So where are you going?"
Matthew laughed a sinister laugh. Everyone looked at him.
"We are not about to tell you where we are going, Erin! You just reminded us that we have to be careful what we say!" Matthew said.
Elizabeth shook her head, "Sorry if that scared you, Erin. Matthew can be very frightening sometimes."
Erin smiled, "I know where you are going anyway. You are going to try to get your Crown back."
They all looked at her in disbelief.
"You know about that?" Jacob finally asked.
Erin laughed, "Of course I know about it! It is the whole reason you were taken hostage. My father wants
to harness the power of that Crown. I don’t understand why he cannot just be satisfied with the power he has, but that is his problem."
Elizabeth corrected her, "Actually, it is our problem. And yours if you think about it. If your father wears the Crown on his head, he will be able to completely control everyone – including you."
Erin thought about it, "I suppose you are right. I will help you if you want. Like I said before, I know where everything is in this castle."
Erin took them to her room first; she had some bandages and things to help with their injuries. Then she took them to where she knew her father had the Crown. Erin went in first, then she signaled for the others.
Erin looked around, "Where is it? I know it was supposed to be right here on this table!"
Jacob’s shoulders drooped, "Maybe your father is already using it. We are too late."
Erin shook her head, "No, he said he was going to have a ceremony on Monday where he has the Crown placed on his head. It’s only Friday, so he wouldn’t have put it on yet."
Now they were all quite perplexed.
Erin sighed, "I am guessing this will be harder than I thought it would be. I have another idea of where it may be though."
"I think we should have a bag, or sack or something to carry the Crown in once we find it," Jacob suggested.
"Good idea," Erin agreed. She darted out of the room and returned in a couple of minutes carrying a small cloth bag.
Elizabeth looked at the bag, "Oh! This bag is from Kyera’s! That is my favorite clothing and jewelry shop! You must have bought a bracelet, that is the type of bag they always put bracelets in."
Erin giggled, "It is my favorite shop too! I did buy a bracelet! It is actually this one," she held out her wrist for Elizabeth to see.
Matthew groaned, "Girls! This is a serious predicament we are in! Would you mind waiting until later to discuss jewelry?"



i'm sorry if this sounds weird since i wrote it, but i just love the last part! it makes me laugh! =) and "kyera's" is supposed to be like claire's. i LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE claire's!!!!!!!!!!! except that claires doesn't have clothing.
anyyay, OH! the other day (maybe yesterday, i don't remember) i emailed laura a very random poem that i made up and wrote down as it came to me. it is very profound so i think i will post it.

roses are green
tulips are purple
green rhymes with bean
my brain feels like...uh....slurple?

the end

wasn't that amazing? the reason my brain felt like 'slurple' was b/c i could not for the life of me think of anything that rhymed with 'purple' and was actually a word. yeah, my brain feels like slurple every week day...when i'm doing algebra!

anyyay again, um....oh yeah!!! saturday is symon't birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's gonna be FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he is growing up so fast. ok, today i emailed all my friends and family a history of symon's life. so i'm gonna copy and paste it on here.

here it is:


after the death of my beloved cat, prescott, whom i had owned since i was about five, i think, my parents (to console me) said i could get a kitten sometime in the spring. prescott died in january. so i started reading up on how to raise a kitten. i got all kinds of how-to-raise-a-kitten books from the library (and from mamaw). then finally it was springtime. i started looking out for kittens. then one day my neighbors called and said they had a siamese kitten for me. they knew i was looking for a kitten because it was their nephew's dogs that had killed prescott. now, you would think that i would have been incredibly elated at this information, but the one breed of cat that i DID NOT WANT was siamese. my mom had owned a part siamese cat, and she had gotten to be pretty mean when she got older. so we didn't want a siamese cat. but i so desperately wanted a kitten that i put aside my prejudices and went next door to get him. when i saw him, i instantly fell in love with him. he was so little!!! mommy carried him home for me because i was so scared i was going to hurt him since he was so teeny. when we got home i started playing with him and tried to pick his name. my neighbors had told me that he was born on valentine's day, so i wanted to somehow incorporate this into his name. but unfortunately i couldn't think of any good 'valentiney' names that would work for a boy. so i gave up on that idea. then i thought of 'simon', it sounded somewhat like 'siamese' (not really, but i thought so at the time. since then, he has been *ahem* lovingly dubbed 'symon the symonese' by erin). i like to spell normal names in unusual ways, so i decided that his name would be 'symon'. only after he had been permanently named so, did i think of the name 'valentino'. thus, his full name became 'symon valentino beasley'!
i think it was a couple of days after we got him that we discovered fleas. this was quite a disturbing experience. if you know me well, i am sure you know how much i LOVE bugs (i just remembered how hard it is to recognize sarcasm in an email). but, after giving him a thorough washing in the bathroom sink, he was 'flea free'.
today, symon is certainly my most beloved possession. i love him so much! unfortunately, my family and friends do not feel the same way. so i am sure i will not recieve very nice replies to this email...especially from daddy. and jacob. and erin. and mrs. g. and abbey. this could go on for a while, so i will stop.
anyyay (no, this is not a typo), i would like to ask of all of you to please take a few moments to honor symon in your brain on saturday. i am very sad because i will not be present on saturday to celebrate my kitty's birthday, so this is why i wanted to have everyone else celebrate it at their own homes. when i get back i am going to make a cake for symon, and we will properly address the special day. please do not inform him of the cake because it is a surprise. thank you! and thank you also if you do take a few moments to think of symon on saturday.

i love you all, even if you do not love my kitty.

sincerely,

beth



surprisingly, so far most of the responses have been positive! i am very happy =)
if you are planning on celebrating this very special day, please say so in a comment. symon will appreciate it VERY much!!!!!!!! thanks =)
ipml!!!