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Wednesday, 25 May 2011
09:13:57 PM (GMT)
CHAPTER 1
PIGS FLY  
  June 11th, 2011. What a crazy day! You may think you've had some crazy days, but
your most crazy day, compared to this, is normal. Unless you grew wings, flew up
over
a rainbow, where pigs dressed in pink tutus danced like the sugar plum fairy in MID
AIR, leprechauns with rainbow beards danced jiggs and you barfed green eggs and 
ham, i couldn't care less. Yes, that's what happened. You know how people use the
term, oh I'll do that when pigs fly, well they must have done it that day, because
pigs actually flew! I am a very honest person, too honest for my own good.
Which is why, I'm telling you now, that isn't exactly what happened. 
      That afternoon of June 11th, the sun must have been really excited or
something, cause I thought if I went outside, I just might start melting. So,
naturally, being me, I went outside. Alright, I didn't start melting, but i 
 did drift off of the ground. I was astonished as my feet slowly lifted
off the deck. I shrieked and my 18 year old brother, Austin raced out of the house.
My god, the look on his face was priceless!! His mouth hung ajar and his electric
blue eyes were as round as saucers. I laughed my head off, despite the total
weirdness of the situation. Unfortunately, i didn't have wings, but they would have
added a nice exciting, dramatic touch. Though, I don't mind saying I would have
probably fainted. I almost did faint, even without the wings. Austin finally
recovered
 from his shock, and ran over to me, grabbed my ankle, and tried to yank me back
 down. But no matter how hard he pulled, i just kept drifting up. Then when he 
tried to let go, he couldn't. It was as if someone had super-glued his hand there. 
        I was rising in a startlingly fast manor now. The ground was 2ft, 10 ft, 20
ft away! Not to mention I am afraid of heights! Austin, holding onto my ankle,
seemed
to be weightless, as his firm grip didn't hurt. On my way up, my hand brushed a
bird,
who suddenly didnt need to flap it's wings anymore to stay air born. Everything I
touched defied gravity!! Eventually, we were hundreds of feet off the ground. I
gasped
as I looked down, and my face turned a nasty shade of green. I couldn't help it: I
threw up. Austin screamed like a girl (Which I teased him for later,)as it just
missed him by
 an inch. As I watched it fall through the air, i noticed it wasn't normal puke...it
was green. 
Well, for the most part. There were two big green blobs which looked mysteriously
like ham,
- but green- and a white milky substance and a green yolk in the middle. A green egg
done
over easy. To think that thing had come out of my mouth; it was so repulsive.
There
was also this green liquid too. Green eggs, ham and milk! 
 I hoped I hadn't hit anyone down below, as even if I wasn't affected by the laws of
gravity, 
my vomit -or should I say green substance?- seemed to be. I could just imagine some
poor, wrinkly old lady walking down the street, leaning heavily on her cane, and then
all of a
sudden, splat, all over her hair and face, as if Dr. Seus' stories were coming to
life. I
 wondered if maybe that's why Sam was so reluctant to like green eggs and ham. Maybe
he,
 like this poor old lady who's image of Dr. Seus may have been tarnished forever, had
suffered
 from the effects of partially digested green eggs and ham. There I was, defying
gravity, and I could think of nothing more than Dr. Seus and Sam I am, who finally
decided to like
green eggs and ham. 
       A burst of colour cut into my reverie, and all of a sudden, we stopped
floating up. Austin could actually take his hand off my ankle now, thank goodness.
It
would have been awkward walking downtown in New York on the side walk- if we ever
got
down, i thought sourly- with my brother clutching my ankle like a life line. I found
myself sitting on a beam of colour. It was neither warm, nor cold. When i reached
out
to feel it, my hand went right through. I looked farther down and realized it wasn't
just a random beam of purple light: it was part of a rainbow! I looked around in aw.
A blue bird flew by, and I had a sudden urge to sing 'somewhere over the rainbow',
which i suppressed. I gasped as a pink pig flew by- at least that's what I thought
it
was a first, but then I realized it was really just a  cotton candy cloud- no,
really, it was made out of pink cotton candy- in the shape of a pig. I reached out
my
hand, and pulled off the sugary sweet fluff and stuffed it into my mouth, leaving the

candy pig with an ear missing. It melted pleasantly in my mouth and my brother gave
 me the look. "Sabrina! You can't just eat cotton candy off a cloud! It could be
poisoned!"
 now it was his turn for the look. Seriously, what a kill-joy. Who poisons cotton
candy clouds over the rainbow!!? He blushed, seeming to realize how ridiculous it
sounded.
Then, something else that was extremely colourful caught my attention, saving my
brother
 from a well earned lecture of how cotton candy clouds over the rainbow, wouldn't be
 poisoned, as no one could possible ever get up there! Well, we could, but we were
the
 odd exception.
        The colourfulness that caught my attention turned out to actually by
someone.
It took my a second or two to process what I saw, standing before me. I drank in the
bright
 green hat, curly auburn hair, smiling, crinkled sparkling green eyes, a huge bright,
dazzling
 white smile with dimples, then a beard- a RAINBOW BEARD- and a green outfit. He was
a four
feet tall so he had to tilt his head up to look at my face. The blood slowly rushed
to my head, as 
I accepted the impossible. Standing right there before me was a leprechaun,
with a rainbow
 beard, on a rainbow, with cotton candy pig shaped clouds floating
around, and green eggs 
and ham on a platter in one hand and green milk in the other. God, this guy
really likes green,
was my last thought before I blacked out. 

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Please comment if you think this is good, and if I should continue it. Sorry for any
spelling or grammar, i am only 13, so cut me some slack.


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