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