By Candance Smith
Introduction: In Contact is about six seemingly ordinary girls who will be best friends to the end. Their names are Sunee, Muna, Starr, Sanny, Reese, Sanny Zeta, and Eco (lipsa). Somehow they are special, but they just don't know it yet. Here the start of the story. Sunee Dear Diary, Honestly, how couldn’t I know he was coming? He just comes. He always ruins the almost fun days that I have. And today, he just so happened to use me as a cheat sheet for the astronomy test I had been studying for for weeks! Now because Mr. Minoa is mad at me about yesterday, he’s going to probably fail me again. Well, wish me luck! (I’m gonna need it.) Muna Dear Journal, That astronomy test was harder than it looked. But hey, I might have passed. Anyway, Grandma Moon came today with the most wonderful gift, a Russian Blue Shorthair Cat! And I named it Luna Eclipse. But I swear, when no one was looking, the pretty thing jumped up in my lap and winked at me! And for some reason, the cat looks almost exactly like the cat in one of my room paintings with the star shaped mark on its eye! It’s like there’s something I need to know. Sunny Reese Hello Diary, Today we had an astronomy test. It definitely stressed me out. Today I’m sitting on the couch with my still unopened chest. I shall list the possibilities of what could be in there: · Something rare · Lots and lots of cobwebs · A collection of jewelry · Gold ribbons Why, the possibilities are endless darling. Sunny Seta Hello Diary, A broken glass, A weary night, And kick a ball into a goal… Wait, what? Okay, I wanted to make that perfect, but I failed miserably. Mom is—again—trying to help me with writing poetry. She should just admit it. I’m better on a field than I am on a pencil. And, unlike my annoying excuse of a sister I don’t get what the big deal is about fashion. At least I’m lucky that my box has a key and hers doesn’t. Except the only thing I saw in there was a bowl of shimmery, powdery grain. How exciting. Starr Dear Journal, Today Nebula came by with another trendy outfit. Oh, I’m really happy to have Nebula as a friend. I wish I could be like her. Strong, beautiful, trendy, outgoing…I just couldn’t bring myself to talk like she does. Ecolipsa Right now I’m sitting on my couch with the hooded cape Mom got me for Christmas. Here’s part of a poem I’m working on for poetry class: The road to heaven winds, Forever in his debt. The drowning merchant finds. (To be continued...) Cadence Smith is a weird girl at the age of 11 currently. She loves to sing, think of fashion, be around other nice people, sew, draw, and write. She wrote this story because it was the first story that she thought she would continue. |