Written by Hannah M.July 24, 2018
The Legend of the Amethyst Ring Part 1
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My friend Sarah and I wandered along from shop to shop, glancing at the sating dresses and painted fans. Not far up the street, Mother called to us.
“Girls, hurry up now. We must find some dresses for our trip.”
Sarah and I hurried to catch up. We were going shopping in the streets of New York City to find some traveling cloths and accessories for our trip to Montana. We were going to meet Sarah’s mother and my Aunt Ivy there. Then Mother and Sarah’s mother would go on a trip to Europe for two months while we would stay with Aunt Ivy.
Even though I did like traveling, I didn’t want to go to Montana. I would rather have traveled to places that were elegant and beautiful. I pictured Montana in my head: a dusty place with not a house in sight. There would be forests of trees with disgusting rodents. I was not looking forward to this trip.
“Carol, what kind of cloths do you think people wear in Montana?” Sarah asked.
“I don’t know, it must be awfully hard to ship things our there.” I replied.
As soon as we finished our shopping, Mother ushered us to the house, where we would pack our trunks. Our cook, Bathilda, was scurrying around like a house rat, getting everything clean. Sarah and I made our way up the stairs. As soon as we made it to my room, I pulled our my trunk.
“Girls, make sure to pack plenty of hair ribbons,” Mother said as she walked by.
“Carol, do you think Montana will have a few cities?” Sarah asked.
“I don’t think so, I’ve heard mother say how remote it is,” I reasoned.
We finished packing just in time for supper. As we were eating it, I thought to myself, “This will probably be my last meal that actually tastes good. People who live in Montana probably eat bear meat. That won’t taste good. They probably don’t have any sugar either.”
“Carol, you and Sarah will need to go to bed early, we have to leave for the train early in the morning,” Mother said.
“Cant you just get on with this trip? Everything will be fine,” I thought to myself. “We are eleven, not babies. We can take care of ourselves.”
When supper was finished, Sarah and I went to bed. AS I was laying in bed, I thought of all the horrible things that could happen if we went to Montana. “Aunt Ivy will probably send me to collect berries, and I will get eaten by a bear. Or maybe the train will crash into Aunt Ivy’s house.”
Check in soon for Par 2 of The Legend of the Amethyst Ring.
Hi! I’m Hannah, a crazy pen-wielding, jack-of-all-trades writer. I write contemporary stories with a magical (or vintage!) twist, usually featuring big families, delicious food, and a few tear jerking scenes. When I’m not writing, you could find me camping, sewing, hiking, cycling, skiing, playing violin or piano, reading, and many other “-ing” words.
