Flying with a Doubt

[kly445]

Flying with a Doubt
by Kila Juza

My hair was still wet. My face damp. I could feel the curls bunching up in my short, brown hair. My eyes feel heavy, and I yawn. I trudged toward the lowly lite bathroom and brushed my teeth with blue, minty tooth paste. I slipped into my frog pjama pants and a comfortable white tank top.

"Mom! I'm going to bed now!" I yelled out to my mother, who was most likely chatting on Facebook with her black laptop.

"Okay. Goodnight then!" She called back to me. Minutes later, I heard the door creak, then slam.

[kly445]

I'm going to add the rest later, have no time to type up the rest.

[wpp1000]

good job on that part!

[jmc1800]

Yes, very good job.

[kly445]

K nevermind about that. here it is-

Flying with a Doubt

My hair was still wet, my face damp. I could feel the curls bunching up in my short, brown hair. My eyes are heavy, and I yawn. I lazily got up, and trudged to the lowly lit bathroom and brushed my teeth with minty blue toothpaste.
“Mom! I’m going to bed now!” I managed to yell out to my mother, who was still on her shiny, black laptop.
“Okay! Goodnight! See ya tomorrow morning!” My mom called back. Minutes later, after I was in my mess of a room, I heard the living door creak, then slam. I knew my mom had left for work.
I lay on my bed, waiting to fall asleep. I tossed and turned, but somehow I knew it would be difficult to enter my own personal dreaming realm. I revolved my body toward my colored-on nightstand to see the current time. Restlessly, I read the glowing, crimson numbers. Ten forty-one post meridiem it said.
Five minutes slowly pass, and finally, I fell asleep.

It felt like I was floating through the clear sky, even though I couldn’t ever do that. I observed my surroundings. Then I realized where I was. I was at my school, Arthur, by the sand box and the small yellow playground. I glanced down with worry to see two girls in my grade playing with sticks and stones. I flew down- wait. Flew? How could I be flying? I’m only a fifth grade girl. There was no way I could be flying, of all things.
I swiveled my head ever so slightly, and nearly fainted. My arms….. They were feathered! And tiny! I carved a wobbly U-turn and soared straight for the medium-sized maple tree by the worn down annex building, which had a small line of huge windows. I fluttered to a flimsy branch, and landed. I looked at the nearest window. The only things I saw were the alphabet, and an owl…then I knew what I have become.
An Elf Owl.

[wpp1000]

GOOD JOB!!!

[kly445]

thanks a lot!!!!!!!!!

[wpp1000]

no problem!!!!!!!!!!

[kcb500]

Incredible. Is this a Guardians Of Ga'Hoole story?

[kly445]

No, but I really did have a dream one time that I turned into Gylfie, but I switched it up a bit in here to make it more interesting. I'm working on a story plot for a fan fiction of Primrose's life before her nest burned up, though.

[kcb500]

That's really cool. You have a lot of potential.

[wpp1000]

cool...

[kly445]

Seriously? I've always pictured myself as a terrible writter (but of course before I never really revised). But thanks though!~!!

[kcb500]

Terrible? Holy cow if that's terrible I write at a 2nd grade level.

[kly445]

This is one of my first narratives, usually I write expositories. So I'm guessing I'm better at narratives.