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My little sister wrote this and practically begged me to post so I did. Enjoy!

Submitted:Apr 8, 2011    Reads: 94    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

My sister wrote this-not me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bessie walked down the stone path. The gravel crunched warmly under her feet. Huey walked behind her. Bessie walked over to the creek and leaned over until she would nearly fall in. She snapped off the overhanging branches and put them on her shoulders. She started to walk back across the gravel. She didn't wait for Huey. Bessie shifted her feet up the hill. She walked back across the field of over grown grass and sticks. She moved the firewood to another spot on her bruised and aching shoulders. Bessie looked back. She could see a small figure who would be Huey. Bessie screwed up her face. Huey looked a long way off. Bessie continued walking across the field. Giant houses came into view. Bessie walked into the centre of the giant houses. She walked down the side of one particular house. Firewood was already stacked up high. Bessie let the wood roll off her shoulders. It rolled neatly into place.
Bessie was twelve. She had knotted chocolate brown hair with hard-working brown, milky eyes, filthy white skin and a long fringe that came down to the bridge of her nose. She was hard-working and outgoing. She worked as a servant with her brother Huey at the manor. She wore a brown dress with a white apron that had being brown for months and bare feet. Bessie had bruised shoulders, cut hands and splinters covering her feet. Her face was covered in dirt. Bessie never bathed, she didn't have time. She was a brilliant artist and an alright hunter, her brother was better though.
Huey caught up with Bessie just as she was going inside the house.
Huey was the same age as Bessie. He had the same chocolate brown hair with glassy blue eyes and filthy white skin. His teeth were brown-yellow and his feet were black. He was bruised from the knee down and his jaw was strong. He was a good climber and hunter. Huey wore no shoes, brown shorts that went to his knees and an old brown t-shirt with a vest that had only ever being torn into place and never sown.
Bessie was inside this giant manor that was three storeys tall. Cream carpet covered the floor with red and gold round rugs under tables and desks. Huey walked upstairs. It was nearly evening. The Master was nearly home. The Mistress would probably be upstairs in the piano room. The children were in the Nursery and the servants were everywhere. Bessie and Huey walked into the kitchen. Bessie took the wine and poured it into the glass cups and handed them to Huey. Huey took them and left the kitchen. He walked to the wooden table that had wooden chairs all pushed in to their maximum. He placed the drinks at the heads of the table.


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