Sunday, March 9, 2014

work-in-progress of my story about Dorcas Kentuky Bean

Chapter One:

Dorcas Kentucky Bean was the most popular girl in school.  She worked on the school newspaper, she was the founder of The Institution Of Uneducated Cats, she convinced the school principal to have a girls' baseball team, she was the one who had the idea to make water polo a school sport, she decided to and went through with “The All School Town Clean Up”, and she was the one who got rid of unsatisfactory teachers.  All the girls at Palm Springs Middle School in Florida wanted to be like Dorcas. She had short blond hair,  light brown eyes, dimples in her cheeks when she smiled, she was tall, she always wore a red sun hat, she had aquamarine glasses, and she loved bangle bracelets.  Everyone liked Dorcas, and everyone wanted to be like her: it was the trend for girls and boys to wear red sun hats and bangle bracelets. The only people at Palm Springs Middle School who disliked Dorcas were Lydia Parker, Denny Crossword, and Ann Jenks and their leader - the one who hated Dorcas the most - was Prissy Magnolia Jane.
                        hee hee
        HEY, DORK!  
                                                                                                      HEE hee
“She really hates me, doesn’t she?” Dorcas looked at her locker in dismay. Prissy had scribbled another message on its door that day.  “It's not very creative.” Dorcas pulled the door with the insult on it, and opened it, shoving her backpack inside.  “I’ll help you get it off at lunch…” Maria Kane offered. “No, its okay, I’ll do it later.”  Maria looked a little disappointed, then, after a second, she walked away to her locker.  Dorcas grabbed a stack of papers and walked toward the closest bulletin board, and tacked up one of the fliers. It read:



RALLY FOR NO
                       UNHEALTHY
                                       CAFETERIA FOOD



Hi, are you interested to know how much bad food YOU eat everyday at school? Well I am!  Let's tell the government that we want a HEALTHY DIET! Now, lets go walk, let's be on TV and the government will HAVE to be impressed.  All you need to do is:
                                         
1. Make signs that say stuff like: “WE WANT HEALTHY!” and “LOCAL, AND FRESH!”
2. Make healthy food for a dinner after the rally at the park.
3. Actually BE at the rally, do it for the sake of BEING HEALTHY!

Yours sincerely,
Dorcas Kentucky Bean



Dorcas stepped back from her work. “That should do it,” she said to herself and walked off to put up more.

Chapter two:

Dorcas stepped through the door and ran into her mother. “Honey! We have guests! Go change and get your siblings!” Dorcas turned to go upstairs, but caught a glimpse of the people in the living room. “No” she whispered under her breath.  It was Prissy Magnolia Jane and her family.  Mr. and Mrs. Glut looked like their daughter in everything, from the pinched nose, squinty eyes and pointed chin to the big feet, thick ankles and meaty toes.  Dorcas ran up the stairs, trying to keep quiet.  When she reached her room she threw her backpack to the carpeted floor and bent down to unlace her shoes.  She switched her sweaty T-shirt and jeans to clean black pants, a yellow T-shirt, and a no-sleeve, V-neck black sweater.  She did look like a bumblebee, but there wasn’t time to do anything else.  When she got out into the hallway outside of her room, she saw her brothers and sisters running past. None of them had changed into nice clothes.  They filed into the kitchen a second later, Prudence picking her nose and looking up at Mrs. Glut in amazement.  “This is Dorcas - Prissy, you know her from school.  And Delta and Neon.  There’s Multi, Flora, and Rose, Ultra and Violet, Dexter, Alfa, Norville, and Prudence, and - oh, there you are. This is Yaritza, Cadence, and Marcella.”  Mrs. Kester took a deep breath.  “And these are the Gluts. Mr. and Mrs. Glut and their lovely daughter, Prissy.”  “Prissy Magnolia Jane! She does not respond just to ‘Prissy’,” boomed the voluminous Mrs. Glut.  “Oh, alright, then.  Prissy Magnolia Jane, children.”

The dinner hadn't been that enjoyable. And Dorcas had gone to sleep that night exhausted. 

   

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