Men of Ottilie ~ Aaron

Hey Lovelies!
So since the ebook verison of End of the Line is now available with the proof for the paperback in the mail I figured it was time to have an introduction of some characters! Today I will be having a Men of Ottilie so that you all can meet Aaron, the main male of the story. He is closely written to the guy that was in my nightmare that End of the Line was based on. I had a lot of fun writing him and I hope it shows!

Aaron

Blond
Blue eyed
A Protector
Headstrong
Has a tattoo
Tender
Was adopted
Learned to ride a motorcycle illegally

Scene:

 

I

 watched Lauren fall asleep near her brother and his friends. I hated her at that moment. There really was no other way to express the feelings I had toward her. She had someone with her that she knew: family. Not only that, but a whole group of people while I didn’t. I was alone. She had her brother—I had a man who wanted my head on his wall as a trophy. Looking at this strange cluster, I suddenly wondered why I was even helping them. Even, as this question seeped through my mind, it made me sick to my stomach. How could I look at them, especially the two kids, and doubt my decision?

I was never friends with Lauren. We’d had been on the same bus since kindergarten, until one of my buddies began to drive me to high school. She and I had a few classes together over the years, but Lauren was the silent one in the class, with the high stack of books, not daring to leave them in her locker because you might need one of the textbooks in class that day. She could be absolutely annoying. Was being a perfectionist really, honestly necessary? In my handbook of life—no.

After watching my parents being crushed as they tried to run for the house, I had to help when I heard her cry.

I saw it all happen as I was sitting on my window sill with my window wide open, hanging a leg out while I was thinking. I was hot and needed some air. Mom didn’t like when I sat like this, but I’d always found it relaxing. Then in the distance, there were bizarre shapes in the sky, and in a blink of an eye, scattered rocks the sizes of busses or bigger were heading toward the earth.

I closed my eyes quickly and shook my head to get the images out of my mind. I was not ready to face that. It was the first time a major feeling of guilt and horror took over me. The only family I had was killed before my eyes. They had put up with me, dealt with more than what they signed up for.

Listening closely to the air blow by, trying to make sure that no one was coming, I looked over at the six of them and I felt my heart race. Trying to calm down, I hung my head low to try and get my breathing back to normal. How did this whole mess happen? I just became an orphan for the second time in my life. The first time was miserable enough, but a second time? I just lost my all my friends. I was stuck with Lauren and her luggage. After what seemed like forever, one of the kids started to move, which made Lauren come around.

She sat up appearing like she hadn’t really slept either. Her eyelids looked heavy with dark circles, not all of which seemed to be from her make-up. Lauren rubbed her head, then stretched her limbs a little. Her jean-blue eyes met with mine and they were filled with pain, as she remembered what happened. I noticed because it shined in her eyes and I was sure she could see the same shimmer in my own.

“We should go, so wake them up and we’ll be out,” I spoke softly.

She nodded and started to wake them up gently. I remembered when my mom did that for school or if I was sleeping in too late on the weekends and she thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. That would never happen again. She would tenderly rub my back until I made signs that I was alive. The two littlest ones started to stir, then got up, looking confused. Almost like they had forgotten that they fell asleep on the ground instead of their beds. That yesterday was nothing but a nightmare instead of reality.

Next, the other three woke up. We started moving, as the two little ones wondered where breakfast was. This was definitely going to be a long day, the first of many to come; I could feel it.

Lauren was walking in front with me as she held the two littlest ones by the hand. I could tell she wanted them to walk as far as they could because she wasn’t going to be able to carry both of them for too long. Meanwhile, the three in the back were quiet, but Cole gave me death glares every once in a while. I could sense his glare on the back of my head, and I would turn my head as I felt the pricking. Our eyes would meet and we’d both scowl. I still couldn’t figure out what I did to him.

“I want pancakes!” Sean pipped up, nearly skipping.

“Waffles!” Paige spoke, challenging Sean’s food choice.

“Pancakes!”

“Waffles!”

“Guys, there aren’t waffles or pancakes available right now,” Lauren commented, sounding upset about them being hungry.

“But it’s time for breakfast! I woke up, so it is time for food!”

I grinned, suppressing a chuckle. I really liked the little boy’s logic. I watched as he looked up at his sister with a straight face, which made me want to laugh even more. I had a feeling that this was a normal relationship for the two of them.

“I know, but we have to wait a little longer for food.”

Those two weren’t the only ones hungry. I was starving too. I kept glancing at the two of them as they each swung from one of Lauren’s arms. Lauren seemed tall next to the two of them. She always seemed smaller at school. Was it because we were always sitting in desks, not near each other?

“We’ll walk over those hills and see if that town is up and functioning.”

Lauren agreed by nodding her head as we headed over the hills and I helped her with the two little ones when they almost fell. Once they were standing next to me, I helped Lauren by pulling her hand to give her some balance. Her hand was smaller than mine. It was strange seeing her long, clean nails against my hands. In school I never really noticed or thought of her.

Moving on, I quickly snapped out of it, and I helped the two girls. I really needed to learn the rest of their names. I doubted they would want to be referred by numbers. Cole didn’t want any help, so I let him stumble over the rocks on the slant.

“Aaron, we have a problem,” Lauren said.

I stared at her, confused, as I climbed the rest of the way to the top where she turned to look at me. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped, not believing what I was seeing. Only a couple of feet below us, water covered everything with only a few things sticking above the new water line. I thought I saw someone’s satellite dish poking out. This was definitely not looking good. I turned right and left, seeing that the water stopped along the hills, but this couldn’t stay forever. We had to move before it rained or something. It looked like the ocean had found its way to us.

“Aaron, does this mean the ocean was hit with one of the asteroids?” Lauren asked in a murmur near my ear.

I couldn’t speak, so I just stood there, shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. This was getting more awful by the second. Just when I didn’t think things could become stickier, they did.

“Hey! Look, Paige. The beach came to us!” shrieked the little boy at Lauren’s side, his hands shooting up into the air.

He was about to run over to the water, but I was able to grab him by the back of the shirt before he could make his leap. My heart almost leapt out of my chest. I wasn’t sure how Lauren would react to see her brother dive into the wet unknown. Lauren grabbed him from me and held him close to her with her eyes closed tightly.

“Lauren, I can’t breathe. You’re hugging me too tight.” The little boy squirmed in her embrace, using his small arms to try to push his sister away from him.

I smiled at the little guy as I picked up the little girl with dark red hair (who must’ve been Paige) just in case she tried what he had failed doing. We really didn’t need to any more attempts.

“Sean, you can’t do that. You don’t know how to swim. Stay by my side and don’t leave me.” She nearly cried, her hold on him didn’t seem to loosen.

I was a bit taken aback by this. I had never seen anyone that caring over a sibling. I was adopted and didn’t have siblings. I watched her practically killing her brother with her hug because the fear of losing him was too much to bear. I was resentful of them.

“Lauren, we should probably keep going,” I said quietly, trying not to sound bitter and attempting to push those feeling deep inside of me.

“Okay.”

We headed down the hill slowly, trying not to kill ourselves from the tilt. I kept a close eye on Lauren carrying her brother. Once we were on our way again, we changed our direction so we were heading west.

“Lauren, what are everyone’s names?” I asked, kind of embarrassed it took me so long to even ask.

She grinned. “This is my brother, Sean, and the one you are holding is his best friend Paige... Both are six. The one that has black hair a little shorter than her shoulders is Jill, and the other girl with very short brown hair is Mandy. Then there’s Cole, and you know me from school.”

“What are the others’ ages?”

“Cole is sixteen, Jill is fifteen, and Mandy is nine.”

Nine wasn’t too young, so the only ones we really had to worry about were Sean and Paige. They would need the most help and attention.

“So, oh dear saviour, what is plan B?” called out a voice reeking of bitter sarcasm.

I turned to glare at Cole, stopping everyone in our little group.

“Listen to me you little piece of—”

Lauren slapped me on the back of the head. I felt so stupid, as I stood there in shock with my mouth left wide open. She hit me!

“Listen, you two! We have to get along if there’s any chance for us to stay alive. One person alone can’t survive out here, so we have to work together and stop fighting with each other. We don’t know what’s out there, so come on, please get it together. Furthermore, no cursing! There are little kids around us!” Lauren ordered. I almost felt like I was back at school with her scolding us.

I looked at the quiet book worm who was now bossing me around and I couldn’t believe I was desperate enough to save her. I knew that was horrible to think, but I could tell this was definitely going to be harder than I thought with this group. She marched ahead of Cole and me with the other two girls, as I stood there with the little girl in my arms. She glanced up at me with big, brown apprehensive eyes, almost desperate for any comfort she could get. I was not known for my reassuring traits or my child-caring skills; I didn’t know what to do. I had to listen and work with the geek if we had any chance for all of us to survive.

End of the Line

 

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End of the Line ~ Available!

Hey Lovelies!
Sorry that I've been a little MIA things have been a little hectic! However I hope this makes up for it! End of the Line after all my talking about it is now....drum roll................... available for ebook once again!!!!! The paperback edition will be done soon, so keep your eyes open for that news!!! This new edition not only has been edited by the lovely Amy Eye, but also has new scenes AND a sample of Family Ties! I'm so excited!! I love this story, it started out from a nightmare that I once had when I was nine then had every couple of years. I really hope you all enjoy it, you can read samples of End of the Line HERE and pick up the right edition for you to read! Heads up I'll probably be asking for a couple reviews soon :)

Time

Hey Lovelies!Sorry for so MIA, I know summer was suppose to be be my catch up time. I've been working 5 days a week, 7-10 hours a day. Well yesterday's shift was over 12 hours which was not so fun on the feet! Especially when I'm suppose to be studying the the PRAXIS and writing. I've been busy and feel like there is seriously not enough time in the day! It doens't help to have more closing shifts tonight till thursday, blah! I got to write a little of Runaway though at work, pretending that I was just working on an email... I've been doing a little writing on Runaway, Walking a Thin Line, and a little of Within your Eyes (Cinderella story). I've been so scattered! I'm going to be done with that job on August 15th though, then I'll be working towards my student teaching this fall! Haha because that will totally be no stress! Plus so much more free time...not...

Back to the writing though. I am working on End of the Line's sequel don't worry. I've been in the mood in writing Contempory fiction, I'm not sure where that craving came from, but I've been running with it. Even though I did submit a short horror story to my publisher (BCP) for it's Halloween collection, I used the story that I had for the literature charity that Elizabeth was trying to set up. It's a little different than the stuff you all have seen of mine so it'll be interesting. Otherwise the only other news I have is that both Amy's are still editing (one for End of the Line, the other for Beneath the Scars). I'd like to do a mini blog tour though when End of the Line is done for that story and Family ties though! I'll end now and save you all!
~Ottilie

Review ~ Back to Bataan

Hey Lovelies!
I have another review from the Tribute Publishers! I was interested when approached with this Historical fiction novel. The cover is stunning also!

A world of grey. Jack is a child who is a scholarship student, is being raised by a single mother, and is haunted by his father's death in the war. Jack despite his young age (11 years old) takes on the world on himself during a very confusing time in history. When his 'fiance' and him have a rocky path it doesn't help him feel like there are people for him. Jack feels alone in the world and different from all others in his life. Back to Bataan is a coming of age story during a busy time in history (WWII). It was well written so that the tale was a quick and easy read for its readers. I have never been an elevan year old boy so that might be why I did not connect real well to the main character so I'm sure males might relate better to him. I also found that the world that Jerome Charyn created was believable, both as a setting, but also because of the time frame. I had a slight problem though because both based on the blurb and the cover I thought that the characters would be older. This book was more MG then YA...

Pledged Tour

Hey Lovelies!So I will be posting a couple of posts on an upcoming novel! This upcoming novel is called Pledged! It is a novel about love and adventure, so how can things go wrong? I am excited to post about this as one of my reviews this summer! Link to the blog on on the side of the screen, you should go explore it. It was designed by Gin.

Blurb:
Seventeen-year-old Erin has a problem. Seth has been hers forever, but now an ancient curse is tearing him away. And the demons who invoked it will stop at nothing – even murder – to claim him as their own.

How can she win against a curse so binding that it has damned countless others to this same fate – an eternity alone?

The answer lies in the past. To find it, Erin and Seth must risk all, travelling back in time to a dangerous world where love is forbidden, and life – and death – hang on a pledge.

Follow Erin and Seth as they travel to ancient Shenaya and confront the curse that has plagued their families for millennia. Caught in a war between the Angelic Guardians and the Gefallen, the disembodied dead, they must fight to keep their souls in tact and their love untainted.

Sample Sunday ~ Within Your Eyes

Hey Lovelies!Yes I have returned with a sample! It was hard to pick considering most of my projects right now are well sequels so I can't show them because they'll give too much away! So I figured while my friend Amy is still editing Beneath the Scars (which by the way she is loving!) I would show you the other contemporary fiction story that I have been working on!  Beneath the Scars is a modern Beauty and the Beast, and Within Your Eyes is a modern Cinderella. Both tales have been told many different ways, but it's all in the characters! I am loving the characters in both, I hope you guys will love them as much as me.

Within Your Eyes

Chapter One

Sonja

There was at least two pens in my hair and possibly a pencil poking out of the pun that was to keep me from ripping my hair out while I was rushing through this essay. I had to go home for the weekend because step mom, Robin, needed help around the house and of course my two step sisters were pretty much useless. Thankfully I got almost a full scholarship for a college not far from home otherwise I am sure my step mom wouldn’t have let me go. Even getting her was hard enough, but I had to reassure Robin that I was only a phone call or text away and eventually she let me go. However she literally has no problem calling me and asking me to be home in an hour which is how long it takes me to drive home. Which is almost more strainias than when I was home closer to their beck and call.

The house needed maintenance so I had to drive home to things such as mowing the lawn, cleaning out the gutters, preparing the pool to be closed for the fall in addition to a few other things. So I spent all weekend helping Robin and the dynamic evil twins Tiffany and Christine since they don’t believe in lifting a finger, but that left close to no time to actually get work down myself. Plus there is was little Gabriella who needed to be taken care of.

Sighing I rubbed my eyes as they were tired and dry. I wanted nothing more then to sleep, but this paper had to get done because I needed the GPA to keep my scholarships. I killed myself over the summer to make sure I had money during the school year. A couple of thuds echoed through the apartment signaling one of my roommates were back.

“Sonja are you here?” a voice called out from the door.

“Yeah I’m here,” I responded as my eyes were still glued to the screen, my fingers typed furiously.

“Long weekend?” Angie questioned while leaning in my door frame.

Glancing up I stretched my arms over my head to pull the muscles in my back.

“Yeah I had to make a few calls for them, mowed the lawn even though the grass doesn’t grow in October, cleaned the gutters, repainted parts of the house, you normal college student weekend,” I yawned as I looked at my friend.

Her brown, black and short around her shoulders with her sunglasses on top of her head. Her eyes were outlined in dark mascara with dark pink lips, Angie knew her make-up. That and designer clothes that she even wore to class. Me I was in an old t-shirt that was too big because it was my dad’s and old jeans I wore in high school, but I really needed a new pair. Stupid female hips deciding to widen a little.

“Girl I don’t know why you can’t just cut ties with them, you are over eighteen,” Angie’s eyes soften as her eyes were looking searching around my room which wasn’t as personalized as hers.

I groaned taking my glasses off to rub my whole face.

“I wish it was that easy, as much as she has made my life a living hell, Robin still raised me,” my voice was light. “Her and my dad got married when I was five making us one big happy family. When I was seven Robin became pregnant with Gabriella and my dad died during that time leaving me in her care with her two daughters. Gabriella never really had a chance without me.”

Angie raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, but you are treated worse then prisoners. Family shouldn’t treat others like that.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I know, but it’s the hand I was dealt.”

“Girl you are too good and they don’t deserve you.”

I opened my mouth just in time for my cell to ring. Noticing the caller id I picked up the phone.

“Hey Jim how is the trip looking for them?” I responded pulling out a notebook from my discarded backpack.

“Yeah Sonja I got your message, how are you doing?” Jim asked, he was the travel agent that Robin has always used, well that I used to help plan her trips.

“I’m well, and busy thanks,” I spoke kindly balancing my phone with my head and shoulder while grabbing a pen.

“I see that you were looking for around New Year Eve and looking to go somewhere warm?”

Nodding my head and folding my legs as I was still on my bed Angie walked out of the room rolling her eyes.

“Yeah Robin wants to take Tiffany, Christine, and Gabriella with her when she goes away. She is thinking possibly Aruba since it is south enough to still be warm in January,” I continued

“It’ll be a little more expensive since that is a holiday time and this is rather short notice-“

I butted in, “I know and I’m sorry, you know Robin, she doesn’t plan real well-“

“Wasn’t she scheduled for a skiing trip around that time?”

“Yeah she was, but then Tiffany was complaining how much she doesn’t like the cold which started up Christine. So instead she is thinking possibly maybe starting the travel on the twenty-seventh to possibly January tenth?”

“That’s a long time to be away, is she sure?”

I sighed, “I know as happy as I will be to have the house to myself I asked her a couple of times, but she says she is sure.”

I heard clicks through the phone connection.

“Well you really gave me a challenge this time, so I’ll try to work on it and get back to you,” Jim’s voice was tired and I could not blame him.

“Thank you Jim! You Sir, are a lifesaver,” I spoke before we hung up.

Groaning I put the Robin notebook aside before putting the last touches on my essay. Then I pressed print to make sure that I could hand it to my professor later. Stretching while I was walking I made my way to the kitchen where Angie was standing in front of an open fridge.

“That won’t make deciding dinner faster,” I jabbed at my friend that I met our freshman year of college.

“Blah, but I don’t know what I want to eat,” Angie faked whined.

I playfully shoved my friend out of the way and searched the fridge, “Wow we really need to go to the food store…one more thing that needs to be done.

I scrunched my face.

“If you give me a list I’ll go.”

I raised an eyebrow at her, “No offense, Angie I love you, but do we not remember the last time you went food shopping for us?

Angie rolled her eyes, “We didn’t starve.”

“You bough us stale bread, five cans of Spaghetti-O’s, two gallons of ice cream, a few Mac & Cheese boxes, several frozen pizzas, and a jumbo box of Fruit Loops. I might as well have sent a small child to do the food shopping,” I muttered as I grabbed some of the last bit of ground beef since it was going to go bad soon. There was some other stuff that we needed for tacos so I figured it was also short to cook so why not have a taco night.

“So Angie, it seems we have a taco night on our hands,” I laughed as I watched her eyes grow big.

“Tequila!” Angie squealed starting to jump around in the kitchen waving her arms about.

I laughed shaking my head happy that we were in apartments her father set us up in because we would get in trouble for her drinking habits.

“I love meals that are perfectly themed with alcohol!” Angie sang as she went through a cabinet she kept her drinks that she hid we weren’t quiet twenty one.

“Woman sometimes I wonder if you’ll be the death of me,” I giggled, but shook my head.

“You can’t die because who else would I force to have fun?” Angie proclaimed as I heard clanking of glasses.

I had the meat sizzling in the pan while I started to grate the cheese.

“If I died then you probably would die off yourself, I take good care of you,” I pointed at her with the block of cheese.

Angie grinned.

“I know my parents love you as much as I do,” Angie giggled before hugging me. “You are like their second daughter that they occasionally see.”

I smiled thinking of the invitations I’ve received from their family, most of which I had to deny because of Robin.

“Well they are so nice how could I not appreciate them?” I questioned stirring the meat before grabbing the mutated head of lettuces. “Angie what did you do to this thing?!”

Angie shrugged taking a shot before putting the bottle away, “I hate having classes in the morning.”

I snorted, “You also hate having them at night.”

“Very true, the afternoon classes seem to be my cup of tea, speaking of tea do we have any?” Angie started to search the cabinets.

Laughing I answered, “I haven’t been here all weekend you tell me!”

Angie started to hum as she rummaged probably looking for tea bags. Shaking my head a smile escaped because taking care of Angie was not a chore like taking care of the three at home. Angie grabbed a couple of plates for us as she seemed to have forgotten the teabags she was attempting to find.

“We’ll make a list tonight then after our last class ends tomorrow since they end around the same time.”

Angie grinned, “Sounds good, so we’ll take one car?”

Class ended a couple of minutes early which was rare so I sat in the lounge with a book from my political science class. My dark hair was tied back in a braid that was slung over my shoulder and I curled up in the chair. My eyes skimmed each word as I zone out to my surroundings of constant people moving about. One of the index fingers rested against the edges of the pages waiting to turn the page once again.

“God it’s so creepy sometimes how still you can be, you’re like a painting!” Angie shrieked with her big purse hanging on one of her shoulders.

She should talk, she appeared as if she leaped off one of the pages of a fashion magazine. Angie wore knee high heeled, chocolate boots over her skinny jeans, a mocha color shirt and a light jacket. Her make-up was not smudged and her dark hair was pinned straight. As much as I loved my friend I really was jealous of her at times.

“Sorry I figured I’d get some homework done while I was waiting for you,” I responded pushing myself up.

I shoved my book back into my backpack before following her. If our classes were around the same time Angie offered to drive me to help save miles considering how much I drove home and back. As we got closer to her car it glistened in the sun, always clean, till you got inside where there was paper and bags all over.

“I really hate this professor; I mean come on look at these marks on a paper! It’s a History class not English, as long as the facts are there and the paper makes sense why the hell be so strict!” Angie grumbled as she slid into her leather seats.

I placed my back pack on the floor by my feet still not completely comfortable in her settings. My own room at my so called home I lived in a section in the basement.

“I don’t know what to tell you other than I’ve had more bad professors then I have had teachers from kindergarten to senior year of high school,” I commented as her music blasted as the windows were open on this odd warm October. “Just remember when we get there we have a set list and you are not to go ADD on me.”

Angie laughed, “Yes mommy, you really have loosened up since I took you under my wing to be my friend, but that reminds me!” she squealed. “So me and this girl in my class I think her name is Laura, or is it Laurie? This is going to drive me crazy!”

Angie stopped talking as her face scrunched, the tires swerved and I grabbed the wheel.

“Angie! Drive! Name is not important!” I yelled as my voice went high pitched.

“Right!” Angie’s tone was its normal bubbly-ness as if we almost didn’t die. “Her name isn’t important anyway, but she was talking about a party Halloween weekend! It is apparently going to be big. I mean a couple other colleges are spreading the word, there will be costumes, music, and god only knows how many boys!”

I rolled my eyes.

“You are forgetting something my darling friend,” I sang as Angie was parking.

“What’s that?” Angie asked as she glanced over at me with scrunched manicured eyebrows.

“Robin,” I muttered the one word.

Angie groaned as she got out of the car just to slam the door.

“Sonja, even for one night?!”

I rolled my eyes as I followed her, taking a cart I put my purse in the front seat. Hunched over I followed my friend down the aisle. She grabbed a box of freshly made chocolate chip muffins, not on the list.

“As long as she doesn’t call me that night I won’t have an excuse considering I live with you,” I muttered taking a couple apple off the cart and into a bag.

“That’s the spirit! However a little more enthusiasm!” Angie exclaimed in the middle of the produce area causing people to turn and stare.

“I didn’t say I would go,” I retorted.

“But you didn’t exactly say no either,” Angie pranced down another aisle.

I pushed the cart ahead before picking my feet up so that I could feel the cart drive down without me doing so. Finally catching up with the tall child I dropped my heels to stop the cart.

“Yeah I’m the ADD child,” Angie smirked.

I grinned, “I love you.”

“You’re still going to the party.”

I groaned.

“Think of the costumes-“

“I’m not wearing a whores costume they call a costume. They are pretty much as much coverage as what women wear on a pole,” I spoke through gritted teeth ready to fight my friend even though I knew by now she’d get her way.

“It’s the one day a year where we get to spend large quantity of money to wear lingerie outside!” Angie joked, but I was in no mood as I glared at her. “Fine we’ll get you a cute little club dress and a mask so that you can hide behind something other than those glasses of yours.”

I touched my thin rimmed glasses.

“I kind of need them to see,” my voice was weaker.

Angie glanced over her shoulder, “You’ll wear contacts for one night.”

“I don’t have many considering I pay for them.”

“I think I have a cute dress you could borrow,” Angie was now off on one of her make over rants.

No I really didn’t wear much make-up nor did I pluck my eyebrows because I didn’t think they need to pencil line thin. I got hand me downs occasionally from Angie, but most of my clothes were old because I had to save my money for other things and I didn’t feel the need to waste it on fancy clothes that I would outgrow. It took me going to college for me to gain a chest and hips and I’m still trying to figure what kind of joke that was. Day I put on my bra and it was too small I threw a tantrum that Angie still brings up to laugh at my expense. I hate paying for bras…

“Angie, why can’t you go with another friend of yours?” I begged almost hating the whine that my voice was becoming.

Angie grabbed a package of pop tarts and tossed it into the cart.

“I really don’t know how you haven’t gain a million pounds or rotted your teeth out,” I commented at the cart where I had tried to put meals in while she threw in nothing, but snack food.

“Thank you for proving why I will be dragging that butt of yours to the party,” Angie raised a brow at me with that leer of hers with her lipstick covered lips.

“Are you calling me a stick in the mud?” I questioned grabbing some yogurt.

“Yes, why does that bother you?”

I shook my head, “Nopes, it’s nothing I haven’t heard before so keep trying.”

Angie groaned, “Girl it’s a party not a freaking death sentence.”

“But-“

“But what Cinderella? The evil step mother might turn into a dragon and try to kill you?”

“Way to mix two fairy tales,” I shot back at her with a smirk on my own face this time

Angie laughed.

Chapter Two

Sonja

NAME THAT MOVIE!

Hey Lovelies!So I have a weird request! So I'm stuck watching basic TV and VHS' because my DVD player part is broken. Walmart failed e for having what I wanted after waiting 20 minutes fo someone to help me. That's the short story with Walmart. HOWEVER so I'm watching VHS' and comparing prices for DVD's for new ones when I am able to buy a new DVD player. So I'm having fun searching through my old VHS'. I came across this one that I use to watch all the time, but it isn't a real copy of the VHS, has a false name and I don't remember much on it. I will give a free ecopy of Family Ties and when End of the Line is done being edited, a free ecopy of that as well if someone can name this movie! ALSO DON'T BE AFRAID TO SUGGEST OTHER MOVIES FOR ME TO SEE :) I'm on the hunt of a cheap copy of Singin' in the Rain :)

NAME THIS MOVIE!
This is a cartoon!
Cinderella type of movie, it's on the older side. Her dog is blue, and I believe her father is a shoe maker or he does something with beer. The girl gets a step mother who is short who tricks the father into marrying her because of some sign that is in the lines of his hands. The step mother has a daughter who has black hair who turns the main blonde girl is blonde. the cinderella girl meets the prince in the woods and he gives her a stone necklace that must be presented at a ball to prove that it is her. The chimney sweep is in love with the step sister, she steals the necklace from the blonde, but doesn't fool the prince. The step sister drops the necklace in a well.

The blonde falls into the well along with her step sister to get it and meet three talking frogs, one is the king. The frog sends the necklace to mother because both girls claim that the necklace is theirs. Along the journey to mother (I believe they called her mother...) the girls have to help a train with bread from burning, get apples from a tree, and I forget the third thing, but then they reach mother's house. The dog gets lost on the journey, at mother's they have to help feed a whole bunch of small children. They have a pillow fight that makes it snow, in the morning they find a blue flower that turns into the dog. They get back home, the blonde gets the necklace and the prince, and the evil step sister gets the chimney sweep....


PLEASE NAME THAT MOVIE!!!