Just something everybody can read if they want repost if they want and it's just something that I have made just a short draft of it
Written by: Varvara Canada
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Just a little revised version of the first one hope you like it better than the first one.
Never give up on your dreams to succeed
“Great Grandma, me and Tony, want a bedtime story.” Louie said, jumping on his bed.
“Okay, how about the one where five monkeys were jumping on the bed.” I said snickering a little.
“No, the great grandmother,” Tony shouted out in joy.
“Oh, The greatest grandmother, your boys’ favorite story.” I spoke in a gentle voice.
With stars in their eyes, they both shouted happily,
“Okay, where to begin?” I said smiling.
“The beginning,” Tony said getting under the sheets of their shared bed.
“Yeah, the beginning.” Louie said jumping on the other side of bed.
“Well then, Louie stop jumping. An then I’ll start from the beginning.” I said sitting in the chair next to the bed.
Louie stopped jumping on the bed, and then got under the sheets. I stood up, and fixed the sheets. Then I sat back down in the chair, and turned on the humidifier nightlight.
“Now, it all started in Ohio.” I started.
When I was born my great grandmother’s frown was one of the first things I saw. At just seven years old, she banned me from her beautiful mansion. She never wanted anything to do with me. I just wish she understood all the trouble I’d go through to make ends meet.
That is until she drove up to the high school in a black 1933 Franklin Olympic 4 DR. Sedan.
“Ms. Viper, Ms. Viper report to the office immediately,” the principal said over the loud speaker.
“Okay,” I thought to myself as I walked down the hallway.
“Ms. Abigail Viper,” the principal said again.
“It’s Gail Viper!” I yelled as I entered the office.
“Abigail Ferrari Viper watch your tone!” yelled an elderly lady walking in back of the principal.
“Grandmother, what are you doing here?” I asked.
“I’m here for you, young lady,” my grandmother said.
“An it’s Madam, not grandmother,” she said as we walked out to her car.
My grandmother was a very strict woman. She would tell you say Madam Viper or Lady Viper. She was very formal, strict, and fancy. She would dress in clothes from the late and early 1800s’, and her favorite was the Gibson Girl.
She did not like punk and or rock clothes I’d wear. I was never into all the fancy girly-girl clothes. I mean the dresses. I purely dislike dresses! Even as a little kid, I didn’t play dress up or have tea parties.
“Sorry Madam,” I said back as I turned around to get away.
“I’ve missed you Abigail,” Madam Viper said.
“That’s a lie, you never care once about me. Tiffany and Helen never had to try as hard as me for your attention, but I did and not once did I receive it!” I shouted.
“Abigail, please listen to me,” Madam Viper begged.
I ran crying back into the school. Walking back to class, I put my head down on my deck, trying to hide my tears. All of my emotions hit me at once and I felt sick to my stomach.
“Abigail, just what can I do?” Madam Viper sighed as she jumped into the car.
“Hey Abby, you okay?” a girl asked.
“No, Frances I’m not.” I said in a sob.
“Why? What happened Abby?” Frances asked.
“I yelled at her, my grandmother” I answered in a sob.
“Oh Abby-Gail, it’s okay.” Frances said holding me.
If only I had listened to my grandmother. Maybe I would have understood, instead of ignoring her request.
Tiffany was the first born, and the first to be accepted, Helen was second to be accepted. But not me. I would act as girly as possible. Yet, it was not enough to please my great grandmother, Hazel May-Lee Viper.
The funny thing is that she’s the one who picked out my name, Abigail Ferrari Viper, was her pick of the litter. I was five years old, when I asked my mother Chrystal Christine Viper,
“Why is my name Abby-Gail Ferrari Viper Mom?”
“Because my mother, Hazel, wanted to name you.” She answered with a smile.
“But what did you want to name me.” I asked curiously.
“Miracle Jo-Lee Viper, is what I wanted to name you.”
I felt awful that my mother did not have chance to name me, so I said.
“Mom, you can call me Jo-Lee Ferrari Viper from now on.”
She then smiled at me and held me in a warm embrace. She believed I was going to do great things. But one day when I was fourteen, after school. I came home hoping to see her waiting for me, yet she wasn’t there.
I ran top to bottom of the house, franticly searching for her. To no avail, I feared the worst. I began to cry, as I franticly searched for a police officers card.
“Where is it, where is it, where is it?” I said in a frantic tone.
After a few minutes I found it.
“There it is!” I shouted.
I then ran to the phone, to call the number on the card.
“Okay, so it’s (330).” I said while dialing the number.
“Hello, this is Detective Kane what can I help you with?” Answered Detective Kane.
“Hello, yes I’m Abigail Viper and I think my mom has been kidnapped.” I said in a scared tone.
“Okay Abigail, why do you think that?” Kane asked while writing everything down.
I sniffled a bit, then said.
“Because, her car is in disrepair and her purse is still here.”
“Okay is it possible, that she is with someone in the family?” Kane asked still writing everything down.
“No, because one of my sisters would be here. Please can you help?” I asked in a sob.
“Yes, Abigail we can help, but are you alone?” Kane asked.
“Yes, can someone come to the house please.” I asked.
“Yes, of course.” Detective Kane said before hanging up the phone, and rushing over with five other cop cars.
It took two years to find my mother, but they did it. They found her. They even caught the guy, who did it.
“Hello, Abigail. This is Detective Kane. I’m sorry to say that mother is dead.” Kane said.
I fell to the floor in tears.
“Detective Kane thank you for find her.” I said through the tears.
“Your welcome Abigail. We also caught the guy, who did it. I hope that brings some comfort to you, and your sisters.” Kane said.
“Yes, that brings me and my siblings some comfort. Just knowing that he can’t hurt anyone else ever again, makes me a little bit happy thank you so much Detective Kane.” I said.
Five days later, my sister and I held a funeral for her. Our grandmother came to the funeral as well. My sisters and I cried as the coffin was lowered into the ground. Our grandmother just turned away as the coffin was lowered. After the funeral, my sisters both offered for me to move in with them. But I just refused.
“I think Mom would like it better, if I just stayed at the house. Besides your homes are too much of a walk to school and back.” I said with a hopeful smile.
A few weeks later my grandmother visited the house, I welcomed her like any other guest.
“Tea, chocolates.” I said leading into the living room.
“Dark chocolate mint, and strong peppermint tea.” Madam Viper said.
“Okay I get right on that.” I said before heading to the kitchen.
I spend no more then three minutes getting everything right, because my grandmother likes to see perfection.
“Okay, here’s the tea.” I said pouring it into a sterling silver 1957 style tea cup.
“Oh Abigail, this set is beautiful.” Madam Viper said smiling.
“Mom, got it for $17.99 at a yard sale. From the tray to the cups, the set was tarnished, but easily cleanable. Mom bought the whole set for the price, we brought the set home and clean it.” I said getting the chocolate out.
Madam Viper pick up the cup of tea and sipped it, while she slipped me a fancy piece of paper.
“Madam Viper, what is this.” I asked handing her the chocolate, and taking the paper.
“You are here by aloud to live at Madam Viper estate, this means you Abigail Ferrari Viper, well here by have a ride to and from school. Luxury living space, food, and clothes. An once you are of age, you will have the opportunity to own your very own vehicle .” I read out loud.
“Will you accept my offer Abigail?” Madam Viper asked standing up.
At first, I didn’t know what say or feel. Then I said with a smile a tears streaming down my face.
“Yes, thank you so much Grandmother.”
“I accept.” I said hugging Madam Viper.
“Okay, Abigail pack your things.” Madam Viper said with a smile.
Not in a million years did I think my grandmother would, let me in her luxuries mansion. But she did, and I couldn’t have been happier. As I packed, I remembered I had won a small collectors toy car.
“I’ll give to her.” I thought,
“I mean it is just a 1966 Ford Fairlane GT model toy car.”
After I was all packed up, I quickly ran and grabbed the toy car and my mother blue silk butterfly scarf. I paused for a moment, to say goodbye. Then I ran back to Madam Viper.
“Abigail, is there something wrong?” Madam Viper asked.
“No, there is nothing wrong. I just wanted to thank you again for letting me live with you.” I said handed her the model car.
“Oh Abigail, these is beautiful. Thank you.” Madam Viper said as we walked to the 1975 White Mercury Montclair.
My grandmother owned a lot of classical things, most of which was cars. She also had a chauffeur named, Basil Cobra. She was ninety years old, and living the high life.
My mother told me how she got rich.
“Your grandmother, got rich from a porcelain doll collection she got from her father, Joshua Nola Horizon.”
As we drove to the mansion, we listened to music. Rock and Punk music, and I disliked it. So I asked Basil,
“Can you please turn this to Country music.”
“I thought you liked this music, Abigail.” Madam Viper said a bit shocked.
Basil turned to 94.9 MCRS, for Mega Country Radio Station.
“Well I don’t like punk or rock music, I just like the style is all.” I said.
“Okay Abigail, but once we reach the mansion. I’d like for you to try on three different dresses.” Madam Viper said.
I never really liked dresses, but she finally accepted me so I said,
“Sure, but we both have to like the style and dresses.”
Madam Viper smiled and said,
Before we reached the mansion, I asked my grandmother,
“Madam, how did you get rich?”
“Well, your mother only told you a small piece of that puzzle. That I sold a porcelain doll, right. Well she was right, but I didn’t just sale one. I instead sold sixteen of them. My great grandmother Cherish Lilac Vine’s father, bought twenty of the dolls from a Polish store keeper. An my mother Cherry Vine had passed them on to me.” Madam Viper said.
Just as she finished telling me, we arrived at the mansion. We soon enough walk to the front door, then walked inside. We walked to my grandmother’s dressing room.
“Okay Abigail, try this one on.” Madam Viper said handing me the Victorian Vibe.
“I do as well Abigail,” Madam Viper said.
I gave a quick little spin, and I liked it. The Victorian Vibe, was a baby blue vast with pearl buttons, a light sky blue shirt underneath, and for the bottom piece a pale blue skirt with a cross-hatch design.
“Okay, try on these one.” Madam Viper said handing me the Super Chic.
I tried it on, and we both liked it.
“Okay, try on these one.” Madam Viper said handing me the Coco Look.
I tried it on, and we both liked it. Now that I had my dresses, I needed shoes to match. An for that my grandmother broke out her chest full of 1960s’ shoe-boots with buckles. She then grabbed three of the same size and style.
“Here’s the shoes to match, Abigail.” Madam Viper said handing me the pairs of shoes.
I then was lead to my room, a retro goth style room. After putting everything away, I flopped on the bed. I soon enough fall asleep on the bed. I woke up to knocking on my door.
“Abigail, is everything all right.” Madam Viper asked.
“(Yawn) Yes, I just fell asleep.” I said just getting up.
“Oh well, dinner is almost ready Abigail. So please do freshen up.” Madam Viper said behind the door.
“Okay Madam, I will do that.” I said standing up and walking to the dresser.
My room was 50x50 in wall to wall length, and 50 inches in height. My room though had retro gothic bat wallpaper with a pink tint to it, red carpet for the flooring, my bed and bed sheets were a modern style steampunk, my curtains were a midnight blue, and the bed had mosquito net drapes in black.
I walked into my 1933 pale green bathroom, with pale green shower and tub, sink, and toilet. I hopped into the shower and freshened up, then got dressed in the Coco Look.
The dress was a pastel green slip in dress. I took a look into the mirror and then walked to the dining room. Where to my surprise was festive and beautiful. The table was full of my favorite foods, from apple dumplings to cheddar cheese and broccoli stew. From corn bread to chicken salad sandwiches.
“Wow, all this for me?” I thought walking into the dining room.
“Now Abigail, it is not always going to be festive. But it will always be beautiful.” Madam Viper said before walking to sit down at the head of the table.
“That’s alright, it doesn’t have to be festive.” I said with a smile,
“Besides birthdays are festive, not every day.”
We ate and cleaned up. Then we both went to our rooms. I then got dressed for bed. Brush my teeth and hair. Then walked to the bed. Just before I got under the covers, I draw the curtains open. I then walked over to the bed.
The next morning, I awoke to a knock on the door.
“Abigail, time for breakfast before you head off to school. Oh and I recommend The Victorian Vibe for clothes my dear.” Madam Viper said before walking to the dining room.
I stood up beside the bed and stretched, before walking into the bathroom to brushing my hair and put on the Victorian Vibe. I then walked into the dining room.
“Simply stunning my dear.” Madam Viper said sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.
“Thank you,” I said with a curtesy before sitting down and eating breakfast with Madam Viper.
Once I finished eating, I got ready for school. Before I was out the front door, Madam Viper asked me to choose a purse.
“Sorry Madam, but no. I’m just not comfortable with a hand bag that can get lose or stolen in a second.” I said sadly declined the offer.
“I understand, but this one was your mothers’.” Madam Viper said handing me a 1950s mid-century black cross-body purse with a butterfly clasp latch.
“My mother’s purse.” I said held it,
“Yes Madam Viper, I’ll wear this one.”
I smiled and hugged her before hopping into a Red 1955 Ford Fairlane Sunliner Convertible, riding to school with the top down and my mother scarf on.
“Wow this is amazing, Basil.” I said turned the corner and entered the schools driveway.
As I stood up to exit the Fairlane, the wind picked up and stole my mother’s scarf. I shouted,
“No! My mother’s scarf! Please someone, anyone grab it!”
“Ahh! Hey who turned off the sun!” A boy shouted as the scarf hit his face.
I ran over to the boy and said,
“Thank you for catching my mother’s scarf.”
The boy then handed me the scarf and said,
“Abigail, Abigail Ferrari Viper. Mr.?” I said.
“Beat, Beat Rio Rocker.” The boy said.
Later between classes, Frances and I were in the hallway. Frances asked me,
“A boy caught my mother’s scarf and returned it to me.” I said with a smile.
“And,” She said nudging my left arm.
“And I think I may like him.” I said pulling at my shirt and looking down at my feet.
“Well, that’s a first. Right, so, we celebrate.” Frances said.
During lunch, my grandmother showed up to hand me my lunch.
“Thank you Madam Viper.” I said taking the lunch.
“Your welcome my dear.” Madam Viper said before taking her leave.
Frances and I then walked to Mr. Sage’s class. Mr. Sage was a army veteran, lost his left arm during the war. After the war, he became a teacher for history or social studies.
“Sir, the answer is A.” Jakob Sage said.
Jakob Sage, football player and Mr. Sage’s son, AKA (school bully). Jakob is nice sometimes, but also not at times.
“Sir, the answer is actually C.” Frances said correcting Jakob.
Frances Italy, my best friend and basketball player. AKA (Rosemary, our lunch lady’s granddaughter). Which I don’t how, but Rosemary can cook. Yet Frances and her mother Polly Italy, cannot cook for nothing.
“Sir, can Ms. Viper and I go and use the facilities.” Frances asked.
“Yes you two can Ms. Italy.” Mr. Sage said with a salute.
As Frances and I, walked to the woman’s restroom. Frances asked,
“Beat Rocker.” I answered.
“Beat, the one in the back of the class.” Frances said.
“Yep, that’s the one.” I said.
“Wow, Beat Rocker. I never would have guessed him.” Frances said as we walked back to class.
Beat Rio Rocker, long straight jet black hair, sky blue eyes, gentle voice, and a kind tough to boot. He was a chess player. He also had a school band called, Bright Eyed Boys. The band had four members Beat Rocker, Bento Jojo, Jose Sake, and Glen Boss.
Glen Boss, was piano. Bento Jojo, drummer and champion school mascots, (Go Badgers!). Jose Sake, bass guitar and champion school tai-chi master student. Finally, Beat Rocker, Lead vocalist/ guitarist and champion of chess.
For a week I couldn’t think of anything else. Frances could tell, and finally walked up to me in library an said.
I stood up and walked to the four them, and said.
“Would you like to go to The Chasers Movie Theater, Beat with me?”
The whole library stood in silence,
“Sure I love that movie theater, it’s my favorite one. And I just love they’re Choco Nutto’s.” Beat said grabbing my hand.
Then the silence broke. An I felt like I could breathe.
“So Beat, does Monday work for you?” I asked.
“Sure Abigail, how about 3 PM.” Beat replied.
Monday at 3PM we met at The Chasers Movie Theatre. I wear my Nill’s tennis shoes, a long blue jean skirt with a light blue tank top, and blue jean jacket. A few minutes later, I saw Beat, his jet black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, he was wearing a gray t-shirt and black jeans.
I paid for the movie and the snacks, we watched an old version of The Dragon (2003).
Movie was about a man named Tai Chin, who turned into a giant dragon when anger. Over all the movie was good, but the snacks were better. Choco Nutto’s and Caramel Goodies are always good.
“What to go to Coco Swirls Ice Cream parole?”
“Yes.” I said over-joyed.
Mostly because I love Coco Swirls ice cream a lot, but I didn’t know Beat knew about it. Yet, he did, and we both got the same flavor of ice cream, chocolate dipped banana ice cream.
We talked for hours after the date that night, likes, dislikes, interest, and dreams. An it turns out Beat and I had a lot in common, for example, Beat loved country music just like me, and disliked punk and rock music. Yet, we both liked the style of punk and rock clothes.
Beat and I dreamed of pretty lofty jobs, Beat wanted a job as a Country band singer, and I wanted to be a Pediatric ER Doctor. We both studied and worked hard for those dreams.
Beat and I started to share more time with each other, more about our interests and hobbies. For example, Beat’s favorite hobby was the cello and violin, which started his love for guitar. My hobby was diamond painting or rhinestone art, I loved the variety of stunning art that I could make.
