One of Jaimie's favorite things to do is write stories, and she's really good at it. So is Jordy, actually, so we'll totally have to share one of her creations too. The other day, Jaimie came home from school and shared a story she'd written at school. She said this story is going to be a part of a project where it will be 'published' and others can purchase a copy at the end of the year (more details on that to follow at a later date). I believe there is a contest involved with this too so I am so excited for her.
Without further ado, I will turn the post over to Jaimie so she can share her story. By the way, there are illustrations that go with it too. I'll see if I can squeeze those in later.
Hi! This is Jaimie. I wrote a story that I think is pretty cool and asked Mom if we could share it. My teacher says that it's pretty good and she likes how I put in times and likes my dialogue. My mom is really good at that too. Okay so here it is:
Do you know any fairy tales about a hobo marrying a princess in the future? I bet not. Well, this is what this story is about...
Garbage from the electric airplanes crashed into the landfill. Hobo's Catchfriend (an electric throw/catch/get ball/extra ball machine invented by Jaimie and Saima) was on the move, throwing food at him that had been thrown away. This was Hobo's usual Monday schedule. Every Monday but this...
While Catchfriend was collecting food for Hobo, a young, teen aged girl named Cinderella was sent to clean the landfill.
"Why would my family do this to me?" she sighed.
Suddenly, she caught sight of Catchfriend. Forgetting all about her work, she followed it.
"How odd," she mumbled.
She followed it right up to Hobo's hut. "Gasp!"
Cinderella saw the cutest guy ever--Hobo! (???) "Hi!" she shouted. "I'm Cinderella. You are...?"
Hobo wasn't used to talking to girls, beautiful or ugly. "Um...hello. I'm...H-H-Hobo," he mumbled, embarrassed.
"Would you like to come to my ball?" Cinderella asked cheerfully.
"Er...no. I mean, yes!" he beamed.
"See you there!" she called, handing him an invitation to the ball while walking backwards to plan her outfit at her castle.
"What? You can't marry a...a...hobo," screeched Cinderella's stepsister, Gingerella.
"Duh! What the heck are you thinking?!" shouted her other stepsister, Minderella.
Cinderella sighed, wishing she'd never told her rude stepsisters about Hobo.
"What am I going to do?" cried Hobo to his Catchfriend. "Cinderella just texted me on this broken iPhone that her stepsisters hate me! Plus I have no outfit so I can't go."
Hobo began to cry. The ball was in 40 minutes! Suddenly, the landfill filled with glowing light. Hobo felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Do not cry, dear Hobo. I'm your fairy poor mother," said a soothing voice behind him.
Poor mother, thought Hobo.
"Now fetch me a rotten pumpkin," sand the fairy poor mother.
Hobo obeyed, rushing to the trash. He picked up a rotten pumpkin then rushed back in a flash. As soon as it was brought, the fairy poor mother turned the rotten pumpkin into a limo!
"Okay," the fairy poor mother said. "Now for the limo driver..."
Hobo smiled. "I know!"
He pushed Catchfriend towards her. Zap! The Catchfriend was a real man!
"Okay. Now for the big stuff," cheered the fairy poor mother.
Zap! Hobo was as handsome as a prince!
"Now god to the ball," started the fairy poor mother.
Hobo didn't hear the rest...
Cinderella jumped up in joy when she saw Hobo. "Let's dance," she cried.
"Yes, my lady," smiled Hobo.
Soon, they were dancing joyfully together. Hobo was glad when he found out Cinderella's stepsisters liked him. Maybe a bit too much...
As midnight lurked, things got romantic. "Kiss me," whispered Cinderella. But...
When the clock struck midnight, Hobo knew what was going on. "I-got-to-go!" he cried as he ran out of the castle, leaving poor Cinderella. But as he left, one of his shoes shot off.
"Finally! The guy hates you," giggled Gingerella the next morning, who was also in loved with Hobo.
"I don't believe you. You guys are just mean. Mean! I'm running away," cried Cinderella, racing out of the room.
Later, she came to Hobo's landfill. "Hobo!" she cried.
Hobo (not in his handsome suit) peeked out from the huge pile of garbage.
"Please, Hobo. I love you. I forgive you for running away. Either in rags or suits, I still love you."
Hobo crawled out and said, "I love you too. Will you marry me?"
Cinderella bent down. "Yes! Oh, and is this yours?" She held up Hobo's shoe.
"Yes, thank you," cried Hobo.
Remember: whether you're poor or rich or in between, you're love will always love you.
That's my story! I hope you liked it.