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ALRIGHT I WILL ONLY GIVE PART OF CHAPTER ONE OF EACH STORY. HERE IS (part of) CHAPTER ONE FROM THE OLIVE STORY:
Chapter One
Olive slipped in mysteriously, as if nothing had happened, though a lot had happened. She coolly sat down at her desk, which was far from the others. Her mom had sent her to this academy of the gifted, thinking she would feel closer to her surroundings, including the people. But really, she couldn't feel any farther away.
It had all started last week when she was at the beach. It was a hot day and Olive was having a blast swimming in the water. It was pretty steady, but she wanted some waves to swim against. She only thought about it for about 2 seconds when a giant wave came on. Though Olive convinced herself it was only a coincidence she was still suspicious. When she saw somebody surfing, she grasped her chance. She concentrated on a huge wave for the surfer, just big enough that he could surf it. For some odd reason, she could just tell what kind of waves he could surf. That's when it happened. The wave Olive had been thinking about had come right when he got to the location it would form. It looked exactly like the one she had imagined. Scared, Olive swam to shore and demanded her mother tell her what happened.
Her father, Odus, had been gifted by a fairie of the water. She, Olive Oceana Otelia, had the gift of controlling the ocean. Knowing this day would come, her mother, Obioma Ofra Otelia, had her sent to St. Xaviers, a school for the gifted. Unhappily, Olive obeyed her mom's orders and went. It was now her first day, and she knew nobody. She missed her old friends, family, and most of all, the ocean next to her house. She always went there and that was her place that she could go and all her stress would disappear as she would breathe in that salty smelling ocean air. Covering her face, she allowed a tear to dribble down her face and splash onto the desk, and for a moment, Olive could see a wave of the ocean in her head. She begged for it to stay, but it was just a small bit of her happy memories at that beach. Drifting away in her memories, she barely heard the bell ring, as class had just begun. A man with a face that had tentacles walked in. Several girls screamed in shock.
“My name is Davy Jones. But you may call me Mr. Jones.” He said in his hoarse voice. “Normally, I would send you to a certain room, based on your… gift. Today, however, I want you to stand up when I call your name and share what you can do. Tonya Brookfield.” A brown haired girl with freckles stood up. “I can jump to unusual heights.” Then she sat down. Olive bit her lip, closed her eyes tightly, and hoped with all her might that the main office had made a mistake and didn’t put her name on the list.
She listened to everybody, but what really made her eyes open was when she heard somebody stand up and say “I can fly.”
Olive had always wanted to know what it felt like to fly. It was a red-haired girl, who was beginning to rise in the air. She was obviously unaware of it until Mr. Jones said
“Thank you, Skye.” That was when Skye realized that and came back to the ground. “Maybe, like mom said, I will make a friend here…” Olive whispered to herself. For the next bunch of kids she heard some strange powers. One kid could change the channels on TV with his mind, one buck toothed blonde girl can make printers explode within seconds of thinking about it. The boy next to her, apparently named Rock, had told the class that he can talk to hummingbirds.
“Olive Otelia.” She heard a familiar hoarse voice say. Nervous, Olive stood up and said quickly,
“I can control water.” As soon as she said that, a ripple of whispers crossed the room. Olive couldn’t hear what they were saying, so she didn’t know what to make of it. If it was good, bad, creepy or common. She sat down, and listened to the other students. When the bell rang, everybody rushed to the doors, except for Olive and Skye. Olive was planning on approaching Skye, but instead, it was vice-versa. Skye smiled nervously and said “I think your gift is cool. I never even knew anybody could have that gift.”
“Thanks,” replied Olive “Your gift is cool too. Flying is great, at least, so I think.”
“It’s OK, but once you get used to it, it’s just like riding a new bike. It’s fun for a while, but then you only use it when you need it. I found out I could fly about 2 months ago. When did you find out? You know, about your gift.”
Olive looked her in the eye and said, “1 week ago. How old are you?”
“Ouch. Shocker finding out that you’re gifted, huh? I’m 12. You?”
“I’m 12 too.” Olive ignored the first question. “Erm, what do we do now?” Olive and Skye had begun walking together.
“Follow me.” Skye said, taking her hand and pulling her through the crowded corridor.
NOW HERE IS PART OF CHAPTER ONE OF THE MAD SCIENTIST STORY:
Chapter One
The world was a happy little place, full of people that were all human. That was before Proffesor Pearson came along. He was a tall man with brown hair and dark blue eyes...filled with the look of madness and eagerness. Professor Pearson was one of the world's maddest scientists. One day, not to long ago, he'd managed to make a machine out of scraps he had swiped from the local city's dump, A La Smelly. He thought this machine was genious, as oppossed to what the townspeople thought.
"That machine is ridiculius!" one person said, when a crowd of people saw the neqspaper headline. CRAZY MAD SCIENTIST ON HILL COOKS UP ANOTHER LOCO MACHINE!
"It will never work!" another person cried.
"He's gotta be kidding!" exclaimed somebody else.
“Doesn’t ‘crazy’ and ‘mad’ mean the same thing?” wondered another person, oblivious to the unbelievable story in front of him.
“Yeah, but that’s not the point!” explained the first person, a short woman with red hair, who was a bit overweight. “The point is, look! That crazy old coot put an add in the paper for volunteers to try out his experiment! That’s how the SuperStar Newspaper Co. found out about the machine! Who would be stupid enough to try his hunk of metal?”
At the moment that woman said that, ironically, the White family just saw the inside of their new home. Their address was 1525 Oakbranch Ave. Oakbranch was a nice little street, but all the houses were large, decorated and fancy. They were also expensive, that’s why all of the White family’s faces lit up when they saw it.
“It didn’t look nearly as beautiful in the picture in the real estate catalog!” cried Christina, the mother of the two White sisters, Delaney and Carly.
“Dibs on picking my room first!” yelled Delaney, sprinting upstairs.
“No!” Carly ran after her. On the flight of stairs to the third floor, luckily, there were only three floors; Carly gave up on catching Delaney. “She’s too fast.” Carly gasped. She began at her normal pace up to the room she thought Delaney would have gone… the room that they had both wanted when they saw the rooms in the pamphlet for this house. To Carly’s surprise, and glee, the room was empty. Carly smiled and claimed it hers by leaving her sneakers in it.
Suddenly, there was a thud from down the hall. Carly whirled around, her long blonde hair swishing along. Another thud came. Carly’s light blue-green eyes were filled with surprise.
Chapter One
Olive slipped in mysteriously, as if nothing had happened, though a lot had happened. She coolly sat down at her desk, which was far from the others. Her mom had sent her to this academy of the gifted, thinking she would feel closer to her surroundings, including the people. But really, she couldn't feel any farther away.
It had all started last week when she was at the beach. It was a hot day and Olive was having a blast swimming in the water. It was pretty steady, but she wanted some waves to swim against. She only thought about it for about 2 seconds when a giant wave came on. Though Olive convinced herself it was only a coincidence she was still suspicious. When she saw somebody surfing, she grasped her chance. She concentrated on a huge wave for the surfer, just big enough that he could surf it. For some odd reason, she could just tell what kind of waves he could surf. That's when it happened. The wave Olive had been thinking about had come right when he got to the location it would form. It looked exactly like the one she had imagined. Scared, Olive swam to shore and demanded her mother tell her what happened.
Her father, Odus, had been gifted by a fairie of the water. She, Olive Oceana Otelia, had the gift of controlling the ocean. Knowing this day would come, her mother, Obioma Ofra Otelia, had her sent to St. Xaviers, a school for the gifted. Unhappily, Olive obeyed her mom's orders and went. It was now her first day, and she knew nobody. She missed her old friends, family, and most of all, the ocean next to her house. She always went there and that was her place that she could go and all her stress would disappear as she would breathe in that salty smelling ocean air. Covering her face, she allowed a tear to dribble down her face and splash onto the desk, and for a moment, Olive could see a wave of the ocean in her head. She begged for it to stay, but it was just a small bit of her happy memories at that beach. Drifting away in her memories, she barely heard the bell ring, as class had just begun. A man with a face that had tentacles walked in. Several girls screamed in shock.
“My name is Davy Jones. But you may call me Mr. Jones.” He said in his hoarse voice. “Normally, I would send you to a certain room, based on your… gift. Today, however, I want you to stand up when I call your name and share what you can do. Tonya Brookfield.” A brown haired girl with freckles stood up. “I can jump to unusual heights.” Then she sat down. Olive bit her lip, closed her eyes tightly, and hoped with all her might that the main office had made a mistake and didn’t put her name on the list.
She listened to everybody, but what really made her eyes open was when she heard somebody stand up and say “I can fly.”
Olive had always wanted to know what it felt like to fly. It was a red-haired girl, who was beginning to rise in the air. She was obviously unaware of it until Mr. Jones said
“Thank you, Skye.” That was when Skye realized that and came back to the ground. “Maybe, like mom said, I will make a friend here…” Olive whispered to herself. For the next bunch of kids she heard some strange powers. One kid could change the channels on TV with his mind, one buck toothed blonde girl can make printers explode within seconds of thinking about it. The boy next to her, apparently named Rock, had told the class that he can talk to hummingbirds.
“Olive Otelia.” She heard a familiar hoarse voice say. Nervous, Olive stood up and said quickly,
“I can control water.” As soon as she said that, a ripple of whispers crossed the room. Olive couldn’t hear what they were saying, so she didn’t know what to make of it. If it was good, bad, creepy or common. She sat down, and listened to the other students. When the bell rang, everybody rushed to the doors, except for Olive and Skye. Olive was planning on approaching Skye, but instead, it was vice-versa. Skye smiled nervously and said “I think your gift is cool. I never even knew anybody could have that gift.”
“Thanks,” replied Olive “Your gift is cool too. Flying is great, at least, so I think.”
“It’s OK, but once you get used to it, it’s just like riding a new bike. It’s fun for a while, but then you only use it when you need it. I found out I could fly about 2 months ago. When did you find out? You know, about your gift.”
Olive looked her in the eye and said, “1 week ago. How old are you?”
“Ouch. Shocker finding out that you’re gifted, huh? I’m 12. You?”
“I’m 12 too.” Olive ignored the first question. “Erm, what do we do now?” Olive and Skye had begun walking together.
“Follow me.” Skye said, taking her hand and pulling her through the crowded corridor.
NOW HERE IS PART OF CHAPTER ONE OF THE MAD SCIENTIST STORY:
Chapter One
The world was a happy little place, full of people that were all human. That was before Proffesor Pearson came along. He was a tall man with brown hair and dark blue eyes...filled with the look of madness and eagerness. Professor Pearson was one of the world's maddest scientists. One day, not to long ago, he'd managed to make a machine out of scraps he had swiped from the local city's dump, A La Smelly. He thought this machine was genious, as oppossed to what the townspeople thought.
"That machine is ridiculius!" one person said, when a crowd of people saw the neqspaper headline. CRAZY MAD SCIENTIST ON HILL COOKS UP ANOTHER LOCO MACHINE!
"It will never work!" another person cried.
"He's gotta be kidding!" exclaimed somebody else.
“Doesn’t ‘crazy’ and ‘mad’ mean the same thing?” wondered another person, oblivious to the unbelievable story in front of him.
“Yeah, but that’s not the point!” explained the first person, a short woman with red hair, who was a bit overweight. “The point is, look! That crazy old coot put an add in the paper for volunteers to try out his experiment! That’s how the SuperStar Newspaper Co. found out about the machine! Who would be stupid enough to try his hunk of metal?”
At the moment that woman said that, ironically, the White family just saw the inside of their new home. Their address was 1525 Oakbranch Ave. Oakbranch was a nice little street, but all the houses were large, decorated and fancy. They were also expensive, that’s why all of the White family’s faces lit up when they saw it.
“It didn’t look nearly as beautiful in the picture in the real estate catalog!” cried Christina, the mother of the two White sisters, Delaney and Carly.
“Dibs on picking my room first!” yelled Delaney, sprinting upstairs.
“No!” Carly ran after her. On the flight of stairs to the third floor, luckily, there were only three floors; Carly gave up on catching Delaney. “She’s too fast.” Carly gasped. She began at her normal pace up to the room she thought Delaney would have gone… the room that they had both wanted when they saw the rooms in the pamphlet for this house. To Carly’s surprise, and glee, the room was empty. Carly smiled and claimed it hers by leaving her sneakers in it.
Suddenly, there was a thud from down the hall. Carly whirled around, her long blonde hair swishing along. Another thud came. Carly’s light blue-green eyes were filled with surprise.
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