This is a continuation of the story in the "stories other people sent me" section. I think this is the first story I put on this site.
Misty’s Story
Part 1
Misty was about to run away. She lived in the Riverbed orphanage but somehow knew her parents were alive.
She was going to find them.
The workers at the orphanage would have said Misty was shy and outdoorsy, but always seemed to be the suspect when something went wrong. She was always outside by herself in the garden, reading some book or another, therefore could have been the person to steal Mrs. Rojo’s wig. She could have rigged the carpet so the next person who stepped on it fell. But no one could prove who did it.
When she held her left hand up to the light- which there wasn't much of, this orphanage didn't have any electricity- you could barely make out a silver mark on the back, and whenever she took a step a small cloud of mist seemed to rise from her feet. But the weirdest thing about Misty, they all agreed, was that whatever she drew became real. When she drew a picture of a delicious meal, the same was for dinner the next night. Cook said it had mysteriously appeared outside. She drew poppies, and a patch of them suddenly grew.
Misty checked her supplies, bought from the money she had saved from working for Mrs. McCaffrey for three summers.
1 pocketknife
1 compass
1 coil of rope
1 bag dried fruit
1 bag seeds- peas, carrots, corn, pretty much every seed you can think of
1 bag beef jerkey
1 bag powdered milk
1 water bottle, designed to filter river water
She was ready. Now all she had to do was wait...
That night she snuck out with her things wrapped carefully in a handkerchief. She crept through one of the secret paths in the garden, thinking that staying there all the time had some uses, and escaped through an alley. In her hand she clutched a note from her parents that had blown in her window just before she left, confirming her parents were alive. It said:
“Misty,
We have to tell you this sometime. You have the power to draw anything and it will become real. I am Artemis, your mother. Your father’s name I will keep secret because he is mortal. You have two sisters. Find them. I can’t tell you any more I’m sorry.
-Mom”
Misty's Story
Part 2
Misty sat down on a stump to rest. She had been running all night and was dead on her feet. She had filled her water bottle with water from a stream and now she drank thirstily. Then she retreated to a secluded clearing and drew a small shelter in the mud with a stick. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and soon it shimmered in the air in front of her and she opened her eyes. Smiling, she retreated inside.
Misty awoke to hear branches snapping. She quickly drew a circle of invisibility around the tent and listened. "Boss says we have to find this girl. Apparently she's a runaway from the orphanage in Bitterwater. She's special or something. He was going to adopt her before she ran off. She's a tricky one, she is. I've been watching, and it's kinda creepy. I mean, she just sits there, doodling on that pad of paper and a minute later something weird happens! I'd rather not have gotten the job of finding her, I would." The voice was rough and uneducated. "But Butch, Boss has this big bonus for the person who finds her. She's just a twelve year old girl, what could she do?" This person sounded uncaring and loud. "Be quiet!" said Butch. "Do you want to give her a warning that we're coming? Let's go over there." The voices faded. Misty crawled out of her tent and shivered. Something hadn't been quite right with those two people. She packed up her tent and put all her supplies in a pack she drew. She was going somewhere else.
Misty ran until she bumped into someone. They fell down in a heap. "Who are you?" Misty asked, forgetting to be polite. "My name is Annie," the stranger said. "What's your name?" Misty answered, "Misty. What are you doing here?" "I ran away," said Annie, looking away. "Wait so did I!" Misty became suddenly aware of something. "Did you get a note? Before you ran away? And were you in an orphanage?" Annie's eyes grew wide as she realized the same thing as Misty. "Are we... sisters?"
Misty’s Story
Part 1
Misty was about to run away. She lived in the Riverbed orphanage but somehow knew her parents were alive.
She was going to find them.
The workers at the orphanage would have said Misty was shy and outdoorsy, but always seemed to be the suspect when something went wrong. She was always outside by herself in the garden, reading some book or another, therefore could have been the person to steal Mrs. Rojo’s wig. She could have rigged the carpet so the next person who stepped on it fell. But no one could prove who did it.
When she held her left hand up to the light- which there wasn't much of, this orphanage didn't have any electricity- you could barely make out a silver mark on the back, and whenever she took a step a small cloud of mist seemed to rise from her feet. But the weirdest thing about Misty, they all agreed, was that whatever she drew became real. When she drew a picture of a delicious meal, the same was for dinner the next night. Cook said it had mysteriously appeared outside. She drew poppies, and a patch of them suddenly grew.
Misty checked her supplies, bought from the money she had saved from working for Mrs. McCaffrey for three summers.
1 pocketknife
1 compass
1 coil of rope
1 bag dried fruit
1 bag seeds- peas, carrots, corn, pretty much every seed you can think of
1 bag beef jerkey
1 bag powdered milk
1 water bottle, designed to filter river water
She was ready. Now all she had to do was wait...
That night she snuck out with her things wrapped carefully in a handkerchief. She crept through one of the secret paths in the garden, thinking that staying there all the time had some uses, and escaped through an alley. In her hand she clutched a note from her parents that had blown in her window just before she left, confirming her parents were alive. It said:
“Misty,
We have to tell you this sometime. You have the power to draw anything and it will become real. I am Artemis, your mother. Your father’s name I will keep secret because he is mortal. You have two sisters. Find them. I can’t tell you any more I’m sorry.
-Mom”
Misty's Story
Part 2
Misty sat down on a stump to rest. She had been running all night and was dead on her feet. She had filled her water bottle with water from a stream and now she drank thirstily. Then she retreated to a secluded clearing and drew a small shelter in the mud with a stick. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and soon it shimmered in the air in front of her and she opened her eyes. Smiling, she retreated inside.
Misty awoke to hear branches snapping. She quickly drew a circle of invisibility around the tent and listened. "Boss says we have to find this girl. Apparently she's a runaway from the orphanage in Bitterwater. She's special or something. He was going to adopt her before she ran off. She's a tricky one, she is. I've been watching, and it's kinda creepy. I mean, she just sits there, doodling on that pad of paper and a minute later something weird happens! I'd rather not have gotten the job of finding her, I would." The voice was rough and uneducated. "But Butch, Boss has this big bonus for the person who finds her. She's just a twelve year old girl, what could she do?" This person sounded uncaring and loud. "Be quiet!" said Butch. "Do you want to give her a warning that we're coming? Let's go over there." The voices faded. Misty crawled out of her tent and shivered. Something hadn't been quite right with those two people. She packed up her tent and put all her supplies in a pack she drew. She was going somewhere else.
Misty ran until she bumped into someone. They fell down in a heap. "Who are you?" Misty asked, forgetting to be polite. "My name is Annie," the stranger said. "What's your name?" Misty answered, "Misty. What are you doing here?" "I ran away," said Annie, looking away. "Wait so did I!" Misty became suddenly aware of something. "Did you get a note? Before you ran away? And were you in an orphanage?" Annie's eyes grew wide as she realized the same thing as Misty. "Are we... sisters?"