Craziness (It's Probably My Favorite Word)

5:28 PM

I can't believe that I have 17,019 words for Rebel Yell! Of course, I can't take all the credit; Josh Groban helped me immensely when he made his wonderful CDs for me to write to :) Anyway, here are a few excerpts.

  “Hello, Elsie.” Elsie was surprised by finding Kurt [her cousin] in the kitchen. She sat down and Kurt poured her some coffee.
     “There’s some leftover cake in the cupboard,” said Elsie. Kurt got that down, too.
     “I’m sorry, Elsie,” he said. “You’re party was ruined.”
     “I don’t mind, Kurt. What started it?” asked Elsie.
     “Lee did. He’s changed. I’m not quite sure why. He seems confused; it’s almost as if he’s searching for something. I don’t know what, though.”
     “He’s searching for the same thing we all are—meaning. It’s easy to get confused, Kurt.” Elsie stirred her coffee.
     “You seem to know a lot for being only sixteen,” Kurt said.
     “I’ve been through a lot,” Elsie replied.
     Kurt cut himself a piece of cake. So he has noticed the change in Lee, too, Elsie though. But then, who hadn’t noticed it?  A draft of icy air was blowing in through a crack under the kitchen door. Elsie went to the kitchen stove to put some more wood on it. The smell of wood-smoke filled the air. She had always loved that smell. It reminded her of a million different things all at once.
     “I wish Lee was his old self,” Kurt said.
     Elsie glanced up. She wasn’t sure if Kurt meant to say that or not.
     Kurt laughed. “He was always the one warning me to stay out of trouble; now I’ve got to hold him back. I can’t believe he’s my older brother.” Kurt’s face was confused. “Sometimes, Elsie, I think it would be better if Lee was gone than have this new version of him walking around. That’s awful, isn’t it? Wishing my own brother to disappear.”
     Elsie didn’t say anything; she didn’t know what there was to say. It seemed like all everyone wanted was Lee. Funny, that the whole family wanted the same thing.
     “Elsie, maybe you could bring back the old Lee. You were always his favorite. He loved you more than anyone he ever knew.”
     “Kurt, that’s not true. He loved you and the others.”
     “But not as much as you. There’s no arguing, Elsie. Lee couldn’t hide it. You were his little girl—his adopted little sister. It’s something to be proud of,” Kurt said.
     “Yes, it is.”
     “I better get some sleep. I have a long trip ahead of me.” Kurt stood up and put the cake away.
     “Where are you going?” Elsie asked.
     “Lee isn’t going to want to stay after tonight. I know that much about the new person he’s become. We’ll be leaving tomorrow.”
Elsie put her locket back on and crawled into bed. Somehow, Lee had become the exact opposite of what he used to be. How could he have changed? What made him change? Was it West Point? Elsie didn’t want to believe that; Lee was strong—she had never thought that anything could shake him. But something had. What, though? It must have been something terrible; something that he didn’t have much of a choice over. She could see Lee’s smile; he was so handsome, and he was her cousin. She had learned everything from him. Lee had made Elsie who she was today, more than anyone else had. She kept her eyes closed, picturing Lee’s smile for just a second longer.
 “Someday, Lee,” she whispered, “I’m going to see the old you smile at me. You’re going to joke with me, and it will be as if you never changed. I’m still so confused over why you changed in the first place. I’ll figure it out, though. And than everything will be alright, and I’ll have you again.”  

Elsie was lying in the grass again, soaking up yet another day of warm sunshine. Earlier that day, Peter had been digging around in the attic, looking for books to read. When he emerged from the cobwebs and dust and walked into the parlor, he was carrying a large painting.
   Peter had laid it down in front of Elsie.
     “Look here,” he had said.
   It was a painting of their mother.
     Elsie had cried after the boys were gone; her mother was so beautiful, and she had died so young. Elsie closed her eyes and stroked the grass beneath her. She hoped no one would drop by; her long, wavy, hair was hanging down, and her face was tear-stained.

And since they were slightly grim (hey, the Civil War was depressing, I can't help it), I'll post something... um, less grim :)


...I was surprised at how short your letter was; maybe you would like mine to be short and sweet, too. Ginny, why is it that everyone seems to be writing short letters? During a war shouldn’t the letters be much longer? It could be because nothing is going on in our lives. Or we’re too occupied to actually write a long, understandable letter. After a while we would probably end up writing about the weather; and when you are writing about the weather, you might as well burn the letter—nothing good ever came from talking about the weather.
     Give Lee and Kurt my love. I can only imagine how good Lee looks in his gray uniform and hat. I’m not saying that Kurt isn’t handsome; but you know how girls are over Lee. There was just something about him…
     Ginny, when you get the chance, tell Kurt that I enjoyed my talk with him over Christmas; it felt like old times. Being able to talk with my cousin was refreshing. I can’t wait to sit and talk with Kurt again.
     Tell Anne, Sadie, and George that we miss and love them. Take care of yourself, Ginny.

                            P.S. My letter was short, too. We really must find a way
                             to fix this. Something exciting needs to happen. Oh well.
                                         ~Still, Elsie                       

If you actually read completely through all of those--well, you just made it on my list (my good list, by the way :P )
 Anyway, this week has been pure craziness. But as I've said before Craziness Makes Life 100% More Fun.

Yes, it's Strawberry Starbursts. I absolutely <3 them. So addictive...

Sometimes I wonder what I will do if I have to drive a Chevy ;) Actually, I'm not against driving a Chevy. Just so I can drive lol.

Roller Coasters: It's a love-hate relationship.

I cannot begin to describe how much I love these two girls!!!

Do you know that it's only 140 days until I turn 16? That gives pure craziness a whole new meaning ;) Yeah, even I think that.
I'm praying I will see this in my driveway in 140 days.

:) See y'all and thanks for reading :)

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  1. I'm enjoying Rebel Yell. Keep up the good work. You make me proud!


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