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Saturday, July 3, 2010

Leah Mills Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Trouble


After I went to the grocery store, I went to my house. I put everything away neatly inside the cupboards in the kitchen. Then I went back to the small town. I walked around the park. In the park there are small vendors selling ice cream,hot dogs and stuff like that. I asked some of them if they had seen my mother. Almost all of them said they had not. But one of them said they had seen someone like that description at Town Hall a couple of weeks ago. That really did not help at all but I thanked him and left. I did not have anything else to do so I walked over to Town Hall. Unfortunately I had forgotten that the 4th graders of the orphanage were taking a field trip to Town Hall to watch a small trial. I quickly ducked behind the building but it was to late, somebody had seen me. Now I thought I would be caught but they looked at me and saw that I was older then them. So the little girls thought I was just visiting the trial just like they were. I have to be more careful from now on.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The Life of Leah Mills Chapters 1+2

Chapter 1:The Beginning




I live in a beautiful Victorian mansion.There is a romantic garden with roses strewn tidily everywhere.Behind the house is a bubbling, trickling creek. There is woods all around us, with deer, and a bird's chirping always filled the air. At night, an owl's low voice echoes in the quiet woods. My name is Leah, Leah Mills. Even though I am only 12 I live alone. My mom left me in an orphanage. The nuns (it was a Catholic orphanage) told me that my mom was poor and that she couldn't take care of me anymore. Do you really think I would believe that nonsense? I am here because my mom didn't love me anymore. I tried to tell the nuns that but they said that was nonsense. So I ran away. No one in the world loved me anymore. I found this place. Sure, it was run down but now it is beautiful. I found paint in the basement, and some planks of wood behind the house. My goal in life is to track down my mother and get her to love me for who I am.



Chapter 2:First Step

The nuns at the orphanage told me that my mom was beautiful: Dark brown eyes and hair. A pale complexion and lips the color of candy apples. So now I walked into a small town near Chicago. I walked into the grocery store. I work for the grocer. He knows I am only 12, but at the orphanage, the older girls and boys work for different people around town to get pocket money. Luckily for me, I worked at the grocery store. He has known me for a long time and knows how good of a worker I am. He gives me 2 dollars a week and some food for the orphanage. Now I know it is not right to steal, but I take it for myself. Someday I will pay the grocer back. Sometimes we will chat after the work is done. I remember some very comfortable chats. We would talk about baseball and just before I leave to go back to the orphanage, he would give me a cookie or doughnut. Other people would get jobs like cleaning some hotel's carpets or washing a restaurant's dishes. I'm glad I got that job. Before that job I had to clean some person's house and that person was very harsh. He would strike me if I did not do something exactly the way he wanted. So I walked into the grocery store to get some extra money. The grocer was glad to see me. After I did the job, he said I did it really great this time. So he gave me a raise. Now I would get 3 dollars a week instead of only 2. Then he gave me a doughnut and the groceries. Just before I was about to leave, I asked him if he had seen anybody that fit that description. He said there was a lot of people in Chicago that looked that. But he said he would keep an eye out for her.
That was the first step to finding my mother.