Ruby’s Comments (group member since Jul 26, 2014)

Ruby’s comments from the Write, Wrote, Written group.

on the Lost Hero? Um okay, but why?

+CRY IN ANGUISH+

YOU TORTURUR FROM HECK U

Oh sry hi I'm back. I have no idea where I went to then, sorry....but I'm here now! And no, I don't have that book. I borrowed it from the library.

+cautiously creeps up and taps Ella on shoulder+

Group?

Ella: Thanks Ella, and yeah, the ______ thing is just for me for the first draft for when I can't think of a good word there so I just skip over it and come back. My little way of avoiding writer's block.

Emmeline: Yay! Thanks!

Ah yes, thanks Ella! This was for one of the Goodreads contests, so I don't think I'll be adding on to this, but THANKS!

I remember walking to that first day of recess, stumbling on the rough ground and tripping over my feet, down the hill that led to the playground. There were swings and slides and things to climb on, and little houses made of plastic for playing house in. There was also a big tree at the edge of the playground and a small forest behind it. The tree was a little away from the line of trees leading to darkness and it had one branch perfect for climbing up into, just barely the right height for a little first grader. Along another side of the playground was a field of full grown wheat that many of the 'big kids' 'hung out' in and did whatever 'big kids' did. I'd never thought hanging around, talking about boring things was a good way to spend the recess time, and I'd much preferred screaming in delight, running around playing tag, and pretending to be the baby in a game of "House", but, I was only a first grader and I 'wasn't old enough to know about those things'.

I'd stopped and looked around, and seen the different groups. There was a small group of boys, huddled around another boy with a mess of blonde hair, holding a stick and giggling and poking a dead frog, and I wrinkled my nose. There were a few boys and girls hanging upside down from the branches of the tree, and I started toward them eagerly, but then looked down at my dress. I'd stopped, and looked around again. Then I caught sight of Sam and a few other girls running around and darting in and out of the wheat stalks, laughing and screaming in delight. I smiled shyly. I wanted to play with them.

I stumbled over to them and stopped a few feet from the edge of the stalks, twisting my hands bashfully. Suddenly, a girl (Lucy Jones) popped out in front of me, saw me, and shoved me in the shoulder. "GOT YOU!" She yelled, and ran away, laughing and flapping her arms. I started, then ran after her, laughing and yelling back, but my _______ was abruptly cut short when I ____ed from the wheat and skidded to a halt, a girl standing squarely in front of me, arms crossed and mouth turned down.

"What?" I'd said, and suddenly felt small and unimportant. This girl was standing there like she owned the place, and that I wasn't allowed in.

"You can't play," she said simply, glaring at me.

"What?" I repeated, confused.

"You can't play! You aren't a fairy and you don't have wings!"

I was very confused now, and Lucy and another girl had come over to see what the commotion was about. Then I caught on...or at least I thought I did. "Oh! But no, I have wings - see?" I flapped my arms weakly, then stopped at the girl's darkened face.

"No you do not. I should know this. After all I made up the game, right, Cindy?" I looked over and the other girl nodded her head vigorously, but Lucy only stared down at the ground.

"But that's not fair! I want to be a fairy! How can I become a fairy?" I said, crossing my own arms.

"You just can't. You're not allowed. Now go away." She turned away and stalked off into the wheat, along with Lucy and Cindy, leaving me all alone at the edge of the field.

I'd gone and cried inside one of the plastic houses that recess. I had wanted nothing more than to be back at my Pre-School where I knew everybody and there was no Samantha Grant to be mean to me. But, alas, when my tear-stained face looked up to Mrs. Dana staring concernedly down at me, I was still in the small, plastic house, with Samantha Grant waiting for me back inside the classroom.

I'd done my best to stay away from her in the two weeks that had followed, I would find something else to do or just go to the other end of the room whenever she came near. But eventually my little, seven year old brain forgot about what had really happened on the first day of school, and I tried my luck one more time at another recess...

(Woah that's cool!)

What just happeneddddddddd

(Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah I see)

(...Kiel Gnomenfoot?)

Who meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat

(omigosh I literally read the description of that like the time before last I went to Barnes and Noble!! Like seriously this is pretty epic XD)

XDXD *whips off Ruby wig and is secretly like a famous author who is a bazilionaire and is fantabulous*

(oh wow duh XD and yeah, it's Greek Mythology and the first book is the Shadow Thieves I think - it's a trilogy)

XD I wish but no

(Thanks Emmeline!!)

And thanks a bunch Ella that was really flattering! +flips hair behind shoulder epictastically+

(What's HUAT? And I just finished bk 3 of Cronus Chronicles, it's REALLY good!)

Omigosh no way I swear - but thanks times a MILLION - that would be pretty epic if I was like secretly JK Rowling or Rick Riordan or something though

Oooooooh

(Half Upon A Time? I read that! XD)

Edited!