Never Never Part IV

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School’s out!!! This summer, I am doing my books I’ve read so check out the new tab next to last year’s! Well, let’s get to Never Never! I really hope you love this next section because, well, you’ll find out soon enough! So ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… Never Never Part IV!!! (Oh and by the way, you might need to back track a little. This part starts rather abruptly)

“Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin; but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing I’ve ever seen in my life!” And then I launched into some long song about cats. When I was done, Everyone applauded me politely. Then Rose went. Then a bunch of other people.

            “Well now! That was very good! Sorry I jumped you in so quickly but the more time to practice, the better! Lists of who got what will be announced tomorrow. Class dismissed!”

            I waited a whole 24 hours until that list came out. I dashed out of the bus and ran to the bulletin board outside Mr. Calahensky’s auditorium. There was the list. It read:

Hare- Rose Chi

Mad Hatter- Ty Rendall

Chesire Cat- Lilly Van Alder

Flowers- Emily Brace, Julia Emerson, and Hannah Chat

Queen of Hearts- Tanya Smith

Cards- Ty Rendall, John Alberstein, and Frank Fellwood

King- Lilly Van Alder

Alice- Thalia Brown

            I nearly screamed! Rose was the Hare! I was Alice! I’d done it! I was a girl! I skipped all the way to Botany. Rose met me on the way and I told her our exciting news. When we got to Botany, Nolan asked us what was so exciting.

            “Thalia got Alice! She’s going to be Alice in the play!” Rose flung her arms around me and we jumped up and down, squealing. I had always wanted this moment. The moment where you are being absolutely immature with your best friend. The moment I had seen for years with Natalie and had always envied. But now it was mine and I was going to cherish it.

            I came home from school on bus 2206 and found an empty house. Or I thought it was empty until I heard sobs coming from mom and dad’s room. I opened the door and peeked in. Natalie and mom were both red faced and their eyes were swollen from crying. White tear streaks streamed down from their eyes. How was Natalie already home? True, she wasn’t on the bus, but still. She could have gone home with one of her friends.

            “What happened?” I asked when nobody looked up.

            “Dad-dad got into a car accident. He was dr-driving home from work and-” Natalie started sobbing again.

            “Tell me the truth!” I yelled. “Don’t lie about dad! What’s wrong!” Mom stood up. She towered over me. I felt a chill go down the back of my neck all the way down to my toes. I understood. “Is he- is he dead?” I whispered. Natalie shook her head.

            “Worse. Much worse. He’s paralyzed. Forever. No more piggy back rides or being pushed on the swing. And his life expectancy shortened to 10 years from now,” Natalie said, rocking back and forth, her purple streak in her long blonde hair was plastered to her face.

            “How come Natalie got to come home early? How come you didn’t take me out of school? How come Nat’s always so much better that Thalia? Dad would pull me out if you were hurt. Why can’t you like me too?” I yelled as I rushed out of the room. Big fat baby tears rolled down my freckled cheeks. Why today? Why now? I locked my door and threw myself onto my bed. Why did Natalie have to be so much older, so much better? Why didn’t mom pull me out of school? So much for me being a part of the family too. I never would be. Not really. And dad would never get better. Nothing good would ever happen.

            And so I decided to live with Rose.

            I was up all night emailing her. At first she disagreed with me. She thought I should “work it out with my family”. I told her my family wouldn’t even listen and I may or may not have told her that my family probably wouldn’t feed me supper tonight. Hey. sometimes you gotta stretch the truth to get what you need. DING! Another email from Rose.




Re: living with you

What about my brother? He’ll find out and tell your sister. And I can’t keep you hidden. Our butler and cleaning service would find you hiding under my bed! And then they’d quit because they think that you’re some murderer or something.




            I sighed. Rose did have a point. But we’d have to figure something out. I couldn’t live another day in that house with those terrible people.




Re: living with you

I can’t stand another day here! You can take me home from school on Monday and then I’ll just hide or something. Please Rose! I don’t have any other friends that I can go to their houses. Nolan’s sister and my sister are best friends so unless we get them not best friends it will never work. We could try to get them to be enemies so his sister would want to hid me but that would be really hard.




            It would serve Natalie right for all the mean things she ever did to me to make her have no best friend. Natalie didn’t even have another friend, despite what she tries to tell everyone. Sam just always tells everyone to be nice to her because everyone likes Sam and Sam likes Natalie. DING! I glanced down at my school laptop.




Re: living with you

We could try that, but wouldn’t that be mean? I understand you can’t live your family but I still think you should talk it out. Maybe you can… Make Sam and Natalie enemies and then you leave your mom and sister a note saying something like: I couldn’t live with you… I’ve gone some place better… if you try to find me, I’ll never come back or speak to you again… I won’t speak to you again anyway. Blah blah blah.




            Yes! Finally a plan that would work! I got out a pen and paper and began my letter. I didn’t get to bed until 10:00 that night but when I had, my letter was complete. Tomorrow I would live a day with no Natalie, with no mom, and with no shadowyness. Other than I’d have to hide from Sam’s parents. I sent Nolan and Rose a copy of the letter. To Nolan I explained more.




Re: living with you

Rose: here’s my letter.

Dear Natalie and Mom, sorry I’m gone. Sorry I can’t live with you. Sorry you can’t be a true family. I couldn’t live another day more of slinking into the corner and being a shadow. I want to show off my true sparkle and I can’t do that living with you. I’ve gone some place better. Don’t try to find me. If you do, I’ll never speak to you again. I’ll never speak to you again anyway. Natalie, don’t come to the middle school. I’ll be there, but kidnapping is against the law. I’m sorry about the way stuff turned out.


Thalia Brown

Nolan: explanatory

I’m going to make Sam and Natalie enemies and then I’m going to go home with you and you and Sam are going to hide me because I can’t live with mom and Natalie anymore. No buts. It’s already planned.

Love from,



            I got a great big string of emails from Nolan saying how it’s not enough time yaddi yadda, blah blah blah. I didn’t answer. I packed my stuff into my backpack and went to bed.


            With Monday morning finally at our doorstep I woke up feeling refreshed and excited. Except I didn’t have a plan to make Natalie and Sam enemies. Do I do it by text or by words. Text probably. I glanced at the clock. 4:58. I had just enough time to nab Natalie’s phone and send Sam a great big long text about how bad she is. 5:00. I tip-toed to Natalie’s room. Her phone was charging on her dresser next to her door. I turned down the volume all the way and got to work.


Sam, I am sick and tired of you. You’re sick. I want to be by myself but you’re always imposing on my private space. You’re

            I tried to think of something Natalie would say. It popped into my head.

You’re just as bad, if not worse, as my bratty little sister. I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I wish you didn’t ever see me again. To bad we go to the same school. And don’t talk to me about this.

No love from,


            I surveyed my work. Harsh but very able to get the two girls to be enemies. I hoped. Before I returned the phone to it’s charging station I double clicked the text and selected HIDE MESSAGE. Now Natalie would never know why Sam hated her all of a sudden.

Sorry it’s so long! I really thought this part needed to go together. Please, please, please comment and tell me what you thought! Well, ta ta for now!

Love from,

Abigail June


Part III of Never Never

Hello again,

This is the second post for today because I am trying to make up for not posting more of Never Never in a LONG time! Well, here it is! Part III!

When we finally reached room 62B, I was hit with a blast of excitement. The teacher was sitting in her desk grading papers but when the boy and I stepped in, the teacher lept to her feet and rang a bell.

“No!” I muttered. The boy looked at me. I shook my head. This must be the secret language that authors write about.

“Class!” The teacher’s voice was not harsh and she was younger than I thought. Her name tag read MS. EMILY BENTLEY. “Guys, quiet!” the class hushed with only one stray giggle. “Okay, so this is Thalia. She’s new so be nice everybody. If I find bullies, lunch detention.” The class nodded. “So Thalia do you want to, like, tell us about yourself?” I was still stunned that she said my name right but I nodded jerkily.

“Um, I’ve been homeschooled my whole life, I’m afraid of dogs, I like to read, and, well, I live in Lower Uptown.” Ms. Emily Bentley smiled.

“Cool! Well, today we’re starting with geometry. If you get confused, Thalia, just raise your hand and we’ll go over it together.”

Math and Science came and went. They were amazing. Break finally arrived and I found the boy sitting on a bench all by himself. I walked over. Be bold, be brave. I sat next to him and took out my book.

“Hey.” he looked up.

“Hey.” I answered, kinda rudely since my nose was still stuck in my book.

“Whatcha readin’” I flipped the cover toward him. He nodded, “I’m Nolan, by the way. Nolan Rider. I nodded and opened my mouth to say my name but then remembered that he already knew it. “Hey!” I swear, that boy startled me so much that if I were a dog I would have had a heart attack and died. I took a deep breath. “Sorry, but we get to sign up for electives today. You want to come with me and sign up? It’ll be super fun!” He ran off and I surprised myself by following.



Movie Making

I had a whole list of electives I was taking. Nolan was doing Movie Making and Botany, too but he didn’t feel like signing up for Drama. I looked at the list of people who did and nearly choked when I saw handwriting that clearly said “Rose Chi”. I added my name next to hers. “Thalia Brown”. I scanned the rest of the list. Nolan should have signed up. There were only 3 boys. What if we did some sort of army thing? You can’t have just three guys in the army and I did NOT want to be stuck being a boy. I’d had that in past drama clubs so much that one old lady who always came to the plays told me that she thought I was a very nice young man. At least I had until Monday to start the electives. I could catch up on my iMovie skills and practice my voices.

2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th period breezed by. Soon it was lunch and I nearly threw up when Nolan told me that the high school kids got to come and eat with their siblings today.

“WHAT?!” I sputtered. “No way! I’ll die before I eat lunch with Natalie!” But it was too late. Natalie had already arrived looking just as grumpy as me. Next to her was a girl with the same blue eyes as Nolan and so I assumed they were related. I grabbed Nolan’s arm and tugged him next to me. “My sister won’t be mean to me in front of her friends,” I whispered. He nodded in acknowledgement. Natalie sat across from me and the girl with blue eyes hugged Nolan and sat across from him. I narrowed my eyes at Natalie and she cocked her head and smirked. But then I felt someone else slip next to me. They slid their hand in mine. My sister was gaping at me and so was Nolan’s sister.

It was Rose.

“Hey Thalia! My brother’s coming, too. Oh there he is!” She stood up and waved. So did Natalie and her friend. A boy with dark chocolate colored hair and bright black almond eyes was walking towards us.

“Hey Rose! Natalie, Sam,” he nodded at us one by one. “You must be Benji’s little hero! I’m Jordan. And you’re Nolan, right?” Nolan and I nodded. I was probably blushing.

“Thalia, I didn’t know you saved Benji! That’s so cool that you get to be friends with the richest and nicest people ever!” She shone what she probably thought was a dazzling smile at Jordan who backed away ever so slightly. He sat next to Rose. Everyone finished their lunch in silence before the high schoolers left and Rose, Nolan, and, I were left alone.


The next three days soared by on wings like a doves. Peaceful, pure, amazing. I made friends: Nolan, Rose, Jordan, even Sam. In technology class, I also met a deaf girl named Sasha. She was even teaching me sign language with the help of Nolan and Rose. Monday finally arrived and the first class I had was Drama. Rose and I walked to Mr. Calahensky’s classroom and we talked about what we had done over the weekend. It turns out, we both LOVE the books “The Thickety” and “Charlotte’s Web.” When we opened the door, before us was a huge auditorium. I looked at Rose.

“This is awesome! I thought it would be like a classroom with desks!” Rose shook her head. We climbed down and took first row seats. They were the kind in movie theaters that pop up when you stand and they were amazingly comfortable. A man swept into the room wearing a purple cape.

“Good morning!” He boomed. “I am King Henry the III and today we will be conquering auditions!” He brought his cape up to his face and his voice changed. “I am Dracula and I vant you to know what not to be afraid of when auditioning,” the class giggled as he stuck out his incisors. He straightened up. “I will call on someone randomly after you practice the part I hand to you. We will be doing a play next month called Alice in Wonderland.” Rose and I went off to practice. Rose pretended to be the hare.

“I’m late, I’m late, oh deary me, I’m late!” I giggled and then pretended to be Alice.

“It would be so nice if things began to make sense for a change,” I burst out laughing but Rose was looking at me open mouthed. “Cents for a change?” I giggled, my face still red.

“That was really good,” she said. I shrugged.

“Alright kiddos, come back down and audition!” Mr. Calahensky bellowed.

“He certainly jumped right into things, didn’t he?” Rose asked.

“Mmmhmmm. That’s for sure.” We took our seats.

“First up: Thalia Brown!” I choked on my own saliva. He must have gotten names mixed up. But Rose was already pushing me up. I stepped on stage.

That’s it for today, folks! Have a great week!


Abigail June

P.S. Are X’s hugs? I think so because you cross your arms when you are giving someone a hug…right?

Never Never Part II

Hey guys!

Sorry for the delay in getting Part II of Never Never out to you guys! To make up for it, I’m gonna post two parts today so don’t forget to check them both out!

We walked through the automatic doors and I pulled at my charm bracelet I had gotten from my grandpa. He had gotten it on one of his tours of Paris. Unlike us, grandpa was filthy rich. Or had been until he’d gambled his life away. My eyes swept over the premises. There were two girls about Natalie’s age chatting happily and sipping their iced coffee in the café. There was a mom and her baby looking at the scarfs on the clearance rack and there was a two year old and his older sister looking at the junky dollar section. I was about to jog past them to catch up with Natalie and mom when I caught a glimpse of the girl’s face. She was about my age. I’d seen her before at the Birkham Public Library before. I’d never talked to her or asked her her name before. I’d seen the little boy, too. I slowed down. She turned her head so I quickly flicked my eyes over to a rubber ducky. Trying to make her think I was actually interested in the thing, I fingered it. When she looked away, I dashed off to my mom and Natalie who were browsing in the girl’s clothes section.

“Mom, I see my friends looking at the iPhones, can I PLEASE go with them? I don’t want to be seen with her,” Natalie paused to make a dramatic grimace, “and they asked me. Please?” Mom sighed and nodded. Under her breath I heard her mumble something like, why can’t they just get along? I wondered that sometimes myself. I didn’t have time to think about whether I wanted dark jeans or light jeans before the girl from the library showed up. There was nowhere to hide nonchalantly to I ducked behind the nearest rack of clothes. Soft lilty fabric brushed my ear. I squinted my eyes shut, hoping the girl wouldn’t see me as she walked past. I often tend to have bad luck but I probably have never hoped like this before. Except for maybe the time when grandpa was dying I had hoped with all my heart that he would live. I’m not super religious but I prayed my little heart out. But he died anyway so there’s bad luck for ya.

The girl was above me. She was staring down on me with dark almond eyes. Brushing a stray strand of jet black hair away from her eyes, she stuck out her hand to help me up. I didn’t take it.

“I’m Rose. You seem to be lost?” Asian. That was it. I couldn’t put my finger on it before. Her accent was Chinese but it was buried under American.

“Thalia. I’m not lost. Just dropped my…” I mentally kicked myself. Now what? I’d turned into a lier. pulled a dollar bill out of my pocket and placed it carefully behind me. There. I had dropped something. “Dollar bill. Dropped my dollar bill.” I picked it up from behind me and held it up with a nervous smile on my face. One dark eyebrow climbed on the girl’s face.

“Okay. Bye.” She walked off to the shoe aisle. I blinked. Her little brother wasn’t behind her. I heard the fire alarm go off. I jumped on top of a clothing cart and scanned around. No flames. I knew where the fire alarms were. I knew which ones worked and didn’t work. I heard Rose scream. She must have discovered that her little brother wasn’t behind her. I ran as swiftly as I could to the fire alarm at the back of the building. Closest one that worked. I guess after all these years of running away from Roxy, I got pretty fast. I saw a little boy shrieking, his little hand still on the lever. I kicked the OFF button for false alarms and swooped up the little boy. People were screaming and running out the door. I jogged to the shoe aisle, my hand on the little boy’s head to keep his skull from bouncing around too much. I’d seen this in movies. I’d always assumed I would be the bystander but this time, I was the hero. Rose was clutching a rack and wiping a tear from her eye. When she saw me turn the corner she plucked the toddler out of my arms.

“You found Benjamin!” She beamed at me. “Naughty boy. Don’t run off like that, Benji!” I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, my hands held neatly behind my back. Rose put down Benjamin and wrapped her slender, pale arms around me. “Thanks!” she said and then grabbed Benji’s hand and skipped off. And that was that. No money, no press, just a hug. I had known it from the beginning. I would never be famous.


Mom smiled at me from across our dining room table, I buried my face in my hands. No way. I was NOT starting school in the middle of the week. Uh uh. No way Jose. But yet I was. I would already be three weeks late. I wanted to finish out the week on a good note not a bad note that screams I DON’T BELONG!

Mom had said she’d bought me a new backpack but I’d seen her take it out of Natalie’s closet and washed it in bleach and tie-dyed it. It still looked like Natalie’s back pack though. The purple was shining through, underneath the bleached layer.

“No, no, no, no, no, no! NO.”

“Thalia, honey we think you should start as soon as possible. You’d start on Thursday and have Friday, Saturday and Sunday to hang out with your new pupils.” I shook my head. They weren’t going to budge. My mom would keep bribing me until I said yes and I would never get any of the stuff she promised. Once, when I was in kindergarten, I told her I didn’t want to go to the doctor’s office to get shots and she told me she would get me a pony and we would live in a mansion and now look at us. Stuck in a dump.

“Fine! You want to shove me into a brand new school tomorrow, go ahead. It’s not like I’ll make any friends anyway. Just two more days of misery more that necessary,” mom looked as if I’d slapped her and dad looked as if I’d just told him he couldn’t watch the Super Bowl. I immediately wished I could take back my words. Before either of them could send me up to my room I tromped out the door and up to the second floor. I could hear Natalie giggling at her phone talking about how this guy was cute and that guy was nerdy. I sighed. Bed time. Tomorrow I would have to get up bright and early to go to school.

Thursday morning arrived. I woke up at 6:00 and Natalie started scolding me for sleeping in. I think she did it for the fun of it. Usually she gets up later than this. I put on one of my new itchy t-shirts and my new stiff jeans and my new green tennis shoes that were probably from the boy section. I brushed and brushed and brushed my knotted, shoulder- length strawberry blonde hair until it was so full of static electricity, I felt like a light bulb. Or a poodle. An electro poodle. I grabbed five bucks out of my piggy bank and jumped into bus 2206. I felt like I was going to tip over backwards, I was so heavily loaded down with books and binders and supplies. What   if the teacher called me Tha-lee-a (long a and th) instead of Ta-lee-a (short a and no th)? I hate when people do that. The bus arrived at Uptown Middle and Natalie kicked me off. Literally.

School was buzzing with activity. Girls giggling amongst each other and boys high fiving and playing football. I felt WAY weird. Someone pushed me.

“Move already!” I winced and stepped forward. I walked as fast as I could to the nearest hiding place which happened to be a huge oak tree. I rushed to the side facing the field and leaned up against it. I felt relieved but I felt like there was someone within a foot of me. Infact, as I turned, I realized there was someone right next to me.

The boy turned his head.

“Oh, hey! Didn’t see you there! I don’t think I’ve seen you before. You new here?”

I had no idea what to do.

“ Um, yeah. When do classes start?” The boy checked his watch.

“Right now, actually. Do you want me to point you in the right direction?” I nodded and handed him a slip of paper that mom had given me this morning. He smiled and his blue eyes looked into my brown one’s. “You’re in my class for first period! Follow me!” I slid behind the cheerful kid, hoping I looked like a shadow.

Thank you for reading! I really hope you are enjoying this story! Don’t forget to keep checking for more updates and comment if you liked it!

Yours truly,

Abigail June

P.S. There might be more stories coming after Never Never!!!

Never Never Part I

There was once a street with a long, golden road and all the shops on this particular street were always open and all the people in the shops were always friendly and there were smiles and colors everywhere you went. It was always the right weather and it was always there’s always plenty of time and no traffic. There were absolutely no dark alleys where gangs might hide. No one was rushed or angry and there were plants and all those plants were green.

Sadly, I made this up.

My name is Thalia Brown and I live on a street with long, muddy cracks in the sidewalk with musty shops that are usually closed and with all the people that are in the shops when they’re open are mean and there are scowls and lots and lots of gray wherever you go. It’s always either too hot or too cold or too rainy or too gray and there’s never time enough for anything and there’s always beeping horns and jammed traffic. Gangs hide in dark, twisting alleys and people are always in a hurry and always rushed. I’ve never once seen someone walking. And there are no plants. Zero, zip, none, nada. What so ever.

So you see what I mean when I say that there is never, ever going to be a street that’s perfect.

But one day things were different. Or as different as thing get around here.

I was walking, no joke, on the very muddy, dried up, cracked cement side walk when I saw something that I haven’t seen in the whole three years my family has been living here. I saw a blade of grass. A single green finger reaching up as if it were trying to touch the gray sky above me.

I knelt to get a closer look. I was about to stand up and run home to get a camera when I heard a noise that always means trouble. The bark of a great, big dog.

Roxy Winters is the only person on our run down old street that owns a dog. And that’s not a good thing. Roxy is big and mean and the worst gangster in town. His dog, Boulder, is big and mean and the scariest dog in town. Well, he’s probably the only dog in town, but he’s still big and mean.

Roxy and Boulder would for sure ruin this tiny slice of hope. Hope of a better, brighter town that would probably be gone the next day anyway when all the rush started back up again, but hope all the same. Roxy was that kind of person. The kind of wretched, terrible, twisted person that would never ever be good news or even close to that. And so I did the first thing that came to mind. I took out a pencil to dig out the tiny plant but Roxy and Boulder were too fast. They were already at the top of the hill. He smirked at me. I narrowed my brown eyes and flicked my blonde hair. He doubled over laughing. I didn’t know what to do next. And so I forgot about the plant and ran for home. Boulder bounded after me barking and nipping at my heels. I screamed. I am SUPER afraid of dogs, especially Boulder. I heard wicked peels of laughter from behind me that could only belong to Roxy.

At home I sat on my tiny bed in my tiny room and sulked. If it hadn’t been so good outside, my day would’ve been better. I flipped over onto my stomach and stared at my pillow.

“Thalia! Come downstairs, honey! It’s time for dinner!” I groaned and pulled my very flat pillow over my head. My mom’s voice didn’t stop. “THALIA! We need to talk!” I pulled my pillow away from my head and rolled off the bed, my feet landing with a THUNK on the floor. I sighed. I hate dinner and I hate talks. I only hate dinner because that’s when I have to talk to Natalie, my older sister who is almost very much as bad news as Roxy.

I trudged down the steps. Then sure enough, there was Natalie nose in her phone. There was mom, nose in her book. There was dad, staring into space doing absolutely nothing. They all looked up as I walked in. Natalie groaned.

“Mom, can’t she eat in her room? She’s so ANNOYING!” My mom smiled and shook her head. I knew what was coming.

“She’s part of the family, too Natalie.” This is the part where I become invisible. I slunk away to my chair and just sat there, waiting. Sometimes I wait for 10 minutes. Sometimes more. But this time I only waited about 2 before my mom turned to me.

“Thalia, babe, we’re going to send you to school when it starts up next week. My mouth slid open way far. I’d been homeschooled since preschool! Natalie went to Uptown High but I just like staying home and doing my work on the torn up brown sofa. They couldn’t send me to school!

“You’ll be really happy there, Thals,” I closed my mouth and looked away. Silent treatment. Or at least until they told me more. “You’ll be only a block away from Natalie so you can take the bus home from school together!” This time it was Natalie’s turn to gawk.

“What?! No, you can’t do that, dad! That’s torture!”

“Mom, really I like it at home!”

“Honey, we want you to make some friends!”

“You’ll get a better education there!”

Soon the whole family was yelling at me. There faces were red and I was just sitting there. I would never like this new school. EVER.


The next day was Tuesday, school supply shopping day. We bought clothes: stiff jeans and itchy t-shirts. We  bought school supplies: mountains of notebooks, pencils, pens, calculators, erasers, and highlighters. When we finally got home, it was 8:30 at night.

Breakfast was bright and early Wednesday morning. Today was more shopping. We had forgotten paper, colored pencils, and a jacket. Also, apparently I needed some annoyingly tight long sleeved shirts.

We drove to Target all the way in Birkham which is, according to a 50 year old map, a whole 30 miles away. That’s 40 minutes in a small, hot, sweaty car with Natalie and mom.

Don’t forget to comment and tell me if you liked part one of this story and remember to check out the next part of Never Never.


Abigail June


Dear Readers,

I have a really terrible habit of not blogging enough.

We are having some really awful spring weather considering it is the last day of April. Last year around this time it was shorts and t-shirt weather and I am actually going to school wearing jeans and sometimes sweaters. That is not fun when you are looking forward to Tulip Time’s bright, sunny, warm weather. Why?! I just want a bit of sunshine!

Well, this post I have some pretty big announcements! I wrote this story that is super long and I really want to share it with you guys. Problem is, it’s about 23 pages and I have a feeling that WordPress won’t let me put that many words onto one document so we are starting a series! Every week (I will try really hard to make it every week not every year) I will post a little bit more of the story. The story is called Never Never and I really hope you like it! This will be a short post since I am going to make another post today of Never Never.

Other big announcement! My parents and I have been thinking this over for a while and we finally made the decision to homeschool for 7th and 8th grade! Homeschooling has always been one of my mom’s biggest dreams and I think it would be super fun to try it out!

So that is all! Told ya this would be a short one! Don’t forget to check out Never Never Part I and tell me what you think about it in the comments section! Thanks and goodbye!

Yours most truly,

Abigail June


Just popping in to say hello!

Hello everybody!

I’m starting out not really knowing what to talk about, but I’m sure I’ll find something!

I’ve been busy this week sewing, something that I’m going to try to do more of in this new year. I’m hoping to learn how to sew clothes (preferably wearable clothes), an ambition started by watching a garment sewing competition called the Great British Sewing Bee (this can be found on the Britopia Facebook page).

Anyway, I’ve been making pillow cases to kick-start my  new-found sewing aspiration. I’m making them as Christmas presents, birth day presents and just little gifts and I’m thrilled with the way they’ve turned out (the one below is mine)!Photo on 12-27-15 at 3.15 PM

I got the pattern from and it was really easy to follow, especially with my mom’s help!

Since I seem to be on the topic of New Year’s resolutions, I will talk some more about them! Along with sewing, I want to get into a good devotion. Though unlike sewing, I don’t know where to start. It seems like I’ve tried everything! One thing is working, though I’m not sure it can continue. My friend Claire (her blog is lent me the book 365 Devotions for Girls by Denise Axelson and I really like it. The devotions are short but really relevant. They are nice to do while eating breakfast or an after school snack. But I’ve had it for about 6 months and I should probably give it back:) If you have any suggestions of good devotion, PLEASE let me know!Photo on 12-27-15 at 3.35 PM

The New Year is going to be so amazing. I’ll finish 6th grade (hopefully with some pretty good grades) and over the summer I’ll go to some camps including Camp Hayowentha in Traverse City, MI. It’s a camp for girls who want to get better at riding horses, which is me. In 7th grade, I’ll be starting PATH at Hope College where I can go to get some enriched curriculum. I’m going to keep doing dance at Turning Pointe School of Dance (and hopefully get more flexible!). And I just can’t wait to get blogging some more to let you know about what I’m reading, writing, and doing on this roller coaster of life!

Yours Truly,

Abigail June


I’m back!

Dear Readers,

I have NOT been posting enough so this is going to be a long one.

So far winter has been full of injury and sickness. Over Thanksgiving break I got strep and had to miss a sleepover with my friend that I had been looking forward to for weeks. I was running in my neighbors basement on Friday and I tripped and sprained my elbow. I got a cold and a sore throat that I am still recovering from, but there is good news in the midst of the bad. During a white elephant gift exchange at my youth group last night, I got a betta fish named Firebolt.

This opened my perspective a bit more. Also, reading my friend, Hannah’s, blog,, helped me realize two BIG things.

Last night I couldn’t get to sleep because I thought I was going to die. It sounds silly but it makes sense when I explain it.

God is big. He’s great. He’s God. He knows what is going to happen to us and he has a great big plan for us. What scares me though is His plan is a whole lot different than mine. Mine is to live a happy, long life. Maybe His is that I die tomorrow. I thought I was going to have an awesome Thanksgiving and an awesome sleepover but that wasn’t what God had in mind. He wanted me to get strep. But that’s okay. That’s was what was best for me.

Another example: My cousins, aunt, and uncle were going to visit us from New York a while back. I was so excited. We didn’t get to see them very often but I love them. Anyway, my uncle cut his finger with a table saw and couldn’t come. I was completely and utterly devastated. But that week it was rainy and cold and my cousins are boys and they are very much outdoors people. See the connection? This is just proof that God’s plan is so much better than mine, even if I don’t understand it at first.

So that was the first thing I realized. God’s plan is greater than mine. What finally calmed me to sleep was understanding that God loves me and if I need to go home, I need to go home.

The next thing I realized, only just this morning, as I peered down at Firebolt, was the impact of prayer.

I’ve never been very good at praying an actual prayer that isn’t just about me. I don’t really do it on a daily basis, the reason being that God never seems to answer me. But I pray and pray and hope and wish for a pet. As an only child, sometimes I get lonely. God’s perfect timing made it so, a few days before Christmas, I get a betta fish named Firebolt at the most unlikely of places. That is a God thing. I don’t know how long Firebolt may last because like I said, God’s plan is different than mind but I’ve always wanted a betta fish. This is how last night went.

I got to church and realized I didn’t have a white elephant gift. My friend lent me one so I could play. All good. We went, delivered the cards for the shut ins. Done. Then, during the gift exchange I got fuzzy slippers. They got stolen from me and then I ended up with the yellow bag. The yellow bag which the friend, Ashley, who had lent me the gift had told me contained a betta fish in a slushy cup. I opened it and low and behold, Firebolt. He lasted the night.

This is prayer.

I will pray. I will remember to listen to God and His plan. And I challenge you to do the same.

Your sister in Christ,

Abigail June



Rainy Day Writing


Today I was sitting down and decided to write a story that had come to me on a recent walk. It was thunderstorming as I wrote this and maybe electricity waves from the lightning got to my brain because this is kind of crazy, but I like it. 🙂

Juliet’s platter of pickled potatoes smelled furiously as she walked briskly to Mrs. Inglethorp’s private quarters. She rang the bell next to the door and called out,

“Food tray servant!” as Mrs. Fatalina, the head cook, had told her to. The door swung open and behind it stood a woman with fiery red hair that curled and frizzed in a way that hair shouldn’t be able to do. Behind her Mr. Igglethorp reclined on a bed eating blueberry flavored potatoe chips.

         “Come in deary!” Mrs. Igglethorp chimed, popping Juliet on the nose. 

“Your Ladyship, I have brought the potatoes as requested-” the platter clanged to the ground which was layden with a new orientle rug. Juliet’s mouth dropped open and her eyes filled with tears. She had only been here for a week and she had already messed up. 

“Oh don’t worry about that silly old carpet! We’re getting a new one tomorrow anyway, aren’t we Georgie dear?” Mrs. Igglethorp smiled brightly as she turned to her husband who nodded absently, his eyes still fixed on the T.V. screen in front of him.

“Hola amigos! I’m Dora!” the T.V. shouted.

“Oh and honey buns! Don’t call me ‘your Ladyship’! It makes me sound far too old! I’m Ceillia-poo and that’s,” she turned to her husband, “Georgie!” Juliet’s mouth dropped open once again. 

         “Ceillia-poo and Georgie!” muttered Mr. Igglethorp. They had just gotten that orientle rug a few days ago and now they were buying a new one?! Ceillia-poo and Georgie?! What had Juliet gotten herself into?

Thank you for reading the most recent section of my interesting story. Each time I get a new little bit done I will post it. Let me know if you have any suggestions for the title or for the book itself. Thanks!

Happy Writing!

Abigail June

Catch Up Day – Savvy and Listen

Hi! (Again:))

Today must be Catch Up Day because I have already posted on the Shadow Children Series but here I am posting on two more books! I was checking my Summer 2015 Books I’ve Read page and I forgot to post on the books Savvy and Listen.

Savvy is a very good fantasy book about a girl named Mississippi Beumont whose family gets a savvy, or special talent, when they turn thirteen. This is a special occasion that Mibs is looking forward to until her father gets in a terrible accident. She is so sure that her savvy will help her father wake up from his coma that she boards a rickety bus in secret along with her family and friends and heads off to Salina Hope Hospital where her father, mother and older brother are. Along the way Mibs discovers many things about the people she meets and she learns how to cope with being a teenager. This is an excellent book by Ingrid Law that just warms anyone’s heart!

Listen is another book that is to die for! It is a book by Stephanie S. Tolan about a girl named Charley who thinks she has lost everything. Her mother died in a terrible plane crash and her leg was shattered in a tragic one-car-one-tree accident. Her father is so involved in his work that she thinks he doesn’t care about her and she has no friends since her best friend is gone for the summer with some other girl. Charley is just angry but when a dog she names Coyote comes around she begins the Taming. Her leg begins to heal and she makes new friends. She realizes that her father really does love her. This story is about a girl who learns to make do with what she’s got and who learns that she doesn’t have to hide her memories.

That’s about all for Catch Up Day!

Happy Reading!

Abigail June

Shadow Children Series

Hi there!

Today I want to give a shout out to my friend Hannah for doing me a huge favor and saying to me on the way to ballet, “You should totally read these Abigail! They are so good!” I took her advise and I have already finished 5 books in the seven-book series. That took me three days. They are amazing! That’s all I can say.

The Shadow Children series is a futuristic series, but don’t let that frighten you off. These books are page turners if I ever read one! There were famines once and the Government wanted to fix it. Not enough food meant to them that they must have too many people. So the Population Police are born. Now third children must hide from the Popultation Police. If you are the third child in your family, you are illegal and will be killed by the Population Police. This book is not for the faint of heart. Innocent children’s lives are in danger and the only way to help is to hide even more by getting a fake I.D. But some children stand up. Some adults even realize this is wrong. This thrilling saga makes you hold your breathe to find out what happens. Will shadow children be free and out of harm’s way or will the Government continue to harass the peace?

Excellent, excellent series they is a must-read (though I understand if it’s not your type;)) First book in the series is called Among the Hidden, then Among the Imposters, Among the Barons, Among the Brave (this is as far as I’ve read), Among the Enemy, and Among the Free. So good! Thanks again Hannah and thank you Margaret Peterson Haddix for writing these outstanding stories!

Happy Reading!

Abigail June