Me, Victoria Green
I am a person. I am a boy. I am AWESOME!!!
By: Max Jones
"Wow Max. This is definitely gonna get you an A+." I said sarcasticly, turning to face the smiling boy behind me. I was trying to be nice, not like Janice Weatherstone who would rip peoples papers in half and say, "This is horrible. Mine is way better than yours." in a high-pitched voice and then giggle. Truthfully, I thought it was too short and didn't have all the information the teacher had asked for, but then again, I was trying to be nice. I gave him back his paper and handed him my own. It said:
A girl who loves yellow, a bright type of fellow. Hates rats and mice, trying to be nice. Creativity's her show, doing stuff you never knew! And her name's Victoria Green!
To me, it's sort of like a song. But Max just stared at it like it was alien and handed it back to me quickly.
"Are you crazy Vikki? It's not supposed to be a song! Well, maybe if you really are crazy, you should find another partner that will actually support you in this project!" He said angrily. " Max," I said back. "I have a plan. Plus, Mrs. Henderwick chose partners. There's no backing out now. " I whispered the plan in his ear and said, " Are you with me now?"
"Yes. This is going to be fun." He said with a mischievous grin. He was right. Janice Weatherstone, here comes your nightmare. Mrs. Henderwick, sorry if you don't like mice or rats. I can't wait 'till tomorrow.
By: Max Jones
"Wow Max. This is definitely gonna get you an A+." I said sarcasticly, turning to face the smiling boy behind me. I was trying to be nice, not like Janice Weatherstone who would rip peoples papers in half and say, "This is horrible. Mine is way better than yours." in a high-pitched voice and then giggle. Truthfully, I thought it was too short and didn't have all the information the teacher had asked for, but then again, I was trying to be nice. I gave him back his paper and handed him my own. It said:
A girl who loves yellow, a bright type of fellow. Hates rats and mice, trying to be nice. Creativity's her show, doing stuff you never knew! And her name's Victoria Green!
To me, it's sort of like a song. But Max just stared at it like it was alien and handed it back to me quickly.
"Are you crazy Vikki? It's not supposed to be a song! Well, maybe if you really are crazy, you should find another partner that will actually support you in this project!" He said angrily. " Max," I said back. "I have a plan. Plus, Mrs. Henderwick chose partners. There's no backing out now. " I whispered the plan in his ear and said, " Are you with me now?"
"Yes. This is going to be fun." He said with a mischievous grin. He was right. Janice Weatherstone, here comes your nightmare. Mrs. Henderwick, sorry if you don't like mice or rats. I can't wait 'till tomorrow.
" Max, did you bring it?' I asked, worrying a little.
"I sure did! Why wouldn't I?" He said grinning and holding up a green tennis shoe box that had little squeals coming out of it. I was so relieved that he hadn't forgotten, but also nervous. I would have to face one of my biggest fears today. Max must have seen the worried look on my face, because he pulled out some oven mitts and said, "Here, I brought these, just in case you don't want to touch Robert and Jake with your bare hands." Robert and Jake? What kind of a person actually names their pets after their best friends? Oh, I know. Max. I bit my lip and shook my head. " No thanks, I'm not some kind of baby, you know." Uh-oh. Did I really just say that? Oh my goodness, I did. Like my best friend Emily does: Uh-oh. Head scream! She made this up when she accidentally signed up for the main character in the preschooler's entertainment group instead of the main character in the 3-5 grade group. She ended up being Po, a teletubby character. It was hilarious (sorry Emily) to watch her roam around the stage in a puffy red costume with a red stick that held up a circle on top of her head. The stick kept on dangling down near her eyes and that caused her to bump into another teletubby and so on. Believe me, a lot of pictures were being taken that day, and there was even a video on our school's website! If you put it on fast or slow mode and add cymbals every time someone falls, it can really crack a person up. I grinned for a minute, remembering all that. Then I remembered where I was and what I had to do. My grin went away as quickly as it had came.
Math and social studies past fast. At recess I played tag with my friends, and then finally, when we came inside, Mrs.Henderwick announced that it was time to announce our all about me mini speeches. I took a deep breath and raised my hand. Mrs. Henderwick called on about three other groups, including Emily's, and then she called on me! As I walked toward the front of the room, I whispered out of the corner of my mouth, " Max, can you do it?" he lifted the box onto the speech table and nodded happily. Max went first. "I am a person! I am a boy! I am AMAZING!!!" Everyone was staring at him for, #1: he just screamed. And #2: he was standing on the speech table, eyes closed, and fists in the air. #3: He had a towel taped with duct tape to his back, and the air conditioner had apparently been turned on high at the moment. It didn't take long for him to realize what was happening though, so he jumped off the table, looking very embarrassed. I started to speak, and he grabbed the green shoe box. Right when I reached the word hates, he picked up Jake and Robert and lifted them in the air. Sure enough,I could hear Janice saying, "Eww! That is sooo gross." Suddenly, I spotted Mrs. Henderwick rubbing her eyes. I made a knocking sound on the speech table and she went to answer the door. "Now!" I said, and before you even knew it, Jake and Robert (a rat and mouse) were on Janice's head and nibbling at her hair. She shrieked, and me and Max ran past Mrs.Henderwick and into the hallway.
"I sure did! Why wouldn't I?" He said grinning and holding up a green tennis shoe box that had little squeals coming out of it. I was so relieved that he hadn't forgotten, but also nervous. I would have to face one of my biggest fears today. Max must have seen the worried look on my face, because he pulled out some oven mitts and said, "Here, I brought these, just in case you don't want to touch Robert and Jake with your bare hands." Robert and Jake? What kind of a person actually names their pets after their best friends? Oh, I know. Max. I bit my lip and shook my head. " No thanks, I'm not some kind of baby, you know." Uh-oh. Did I really just say that? Oh my goodness, I did. Like my best friend Emily does: Uh-oh. Head scream! She made this up when she accidentally signed up for the main character in the preschooler's entertainment group instead of the main character in the 3-5 grade group. She ended up being Po, a teletubby character. It was hilarious (sorry Emily) to watch her roam around the stage in a puffy red costume with a red stick that held up a circle on top of her head. The stick kept on dangling down near her eyes and that caused her to bump into another teletubby and so on. Believe me, a lot of pictures were being taken that day, and there was even a video on our school's website! If you put it on fast or slow mode and add cymbals every time someone falls, it can really crack a person up. I grinned for a minute, remembering all that. Then I remembered where I was and what I had to do. My grin went away as quickly as it had came.
Math and social studies past fast. At recess I played tag with my friends, and then finally, when we came inside, Mrs.Henderwick announced that it was time to announce our all about me mini speeches. I took a deep breath and raised my hand. Mrs. Henderwick called on about three other groups, including Emily's, and then she called on me! As I walked toward the front of the room, I whispered out of the corner of my mouth, " Max, can you do it?" he lifted the box onto the speech table and nodded happily. Max went first. "I am a person! I am a boy! I am AMAZING!!!" Everyone was staring at him for, #1: he just screamed. And #2: he was standing on the speech table, eyes closed, and fists in the air. #3: He had a towel taped with duct tape to his back, and the air conditioner had apparently been turned on high at the moment. It didn't take long for him to realize what was happening though, so he jumped off the table, looking very embarrassed. I started to speak, and he grabbed the green shoe box. Right when I reached the word hates, he picked up Jake and Robert and lifted them in the air. Sure enough,I could hear Janice saying, "Eww! That is sooo gross." Suddenly, I spotted Mrs. Henderwick rubbing her eyes. I made a knocking sound on the speech table and she went to answer the door. "Now!" I said, and before you even knew it, Jake and Robert (a rat and mouse) were on Janice's head and nibbling at her hair. She shrieked, and me and Max ran past Mrs.Henderwick and into the hallway.
I ran all the way down to the middle school and realized that I had left Max behind. I turned around and met up with him near the bathrooms. "What- do -we- do?" I asked between breaths. "We go home." he responded, pointing at the dark brown doors at the end of the hallway. I ran towards the doors and swung them open. I jumped outside and took a breath fresh air. I stepped toward the sidewalk to find Janice waiting there, her long dark brown hair now in a ponytail. Her lips were bright pink, as if she had put lipstick on. She had a light purple sun umbrella, and she smiled and grabbed my hand when she saw me. " Hello Victoria! I want to invite you over right now. I'm really quite sure that our mothers won't mind." she said politely. What was up with her? Was she actually trying to be my friend?! "Sure, I guess. What about the mice? I'm so sorry. Where's Max?" I said. She replied," I'm so happy you said yes. We'll drive home in my limousine, and about the mice, we'll just blame it on Max. Got it? Here, I have to tell you something Victoria." she paused, hesitating for a minute. She continued, "Victoria, you're my sister."
I stared at Janice in shock and disbelief. She squeezed my hand and let go of it, using her now empty hand to rub tears off her cheeks. "But it's not possible..." I started to say. Drip-Drop. The rain started to fall. Janice put down her sun umbrella so that it hung from her wrist by a little purple string. She reached out a hand and put it on my shoulder. "Victoria, it may be hard to understand, but you are my sister, and I love you." she said kindly. "No." my voice was loud and firm. "You are NOT my sister, and my name is Victoria Green, not Weatherstone! You aren't my sister and will never be!" I yelled and pushed her hand off my shoulder. I turned around facing the school, but I could hear her sobbing. So much for trying to be nice. mmph. mmph mm mm. What? I turned around and saw Janice crying, her face buried in her hands. " Come-limo-I-explain.- You- adopted?" She managed to say. I froze. I was adopted, except I looked so much like my parents that I never told anyone. "Yes, come on. You have a lot of explaining to do." I said as we walked to the limo and hopped inside. "So Janice, how is this possible?" I asked, yet that was only one of my many questions.
" Well, you see," Janice began. "Yes," I said. She continued," Our dad was living in England when we were born. We were twins. Unfortunately, our dad didn't have enough money to afford us both. So he gave up the oldest, you. Seeing that he was giving up a child for adoption made his wife divorce him. It was no big deal, actually. She was often traveling around the world and writing travel information books. She even had her own TV show. Our dad kept on watching it, even when she died." "She died?" I asked. Janice continued, " Yes, one month after our parents divorced. Anyway, our dad's cousin died, so now our father is king. He ordered all his servants to research as much as they could on Kid Care, the orphanage he put you in. Since he was king, he saw all the secret files, and he immediately tried to send someone here to the states to get you. But I begged and pleaded, and finally he said I could go get you. It took months to figure out who was my sister. I was overjoyed when it was you. You pull such good pranks! I need that to get Jim, our older brother. He's 13. And dad remarried. Cassandra, that's her name, is really nice. She teaches us proper manners and helps me have tea parties. Katie, our maid, helps us with getting ready for anything. She also comes to our doll parties for teatime." Honk. Honk. "We're here." Janice said. We got out of the limo and went into the airport. It smelled like Max's desk, which has a lot of old sandwiches in it. Talk about gross. I could tell that I would not like the wait for our plane.
"50, no, 45 minutes." Janice said while looking at the departures chart in the airport. "We're early. Let's go eat lunch. Oh look, there's a Wendy's!" she exclaimed happily. Two men in black suits went to the Wendy's and brought back two kids meals with two chocolate frostys. I ate my meal without complaining. There was a playground in the airport and we played on it until one of the men in black suits said, "We're going to be late, your highness. Er, highnesses." I stared at him. He looked kind of familiar. Janice and I followed the two men to the gate and went in first class. I reached in my pocket for my lucky stones I got from Yellowstone National Park. I got it from the gift shop last summer on vacation. I saw this huge glacier erupt, and I took pictures, and I took videos, and it was awesome! I must have fallen asleep thinking about that though, because the next thing I heard was: "We have landed in New York." coming from what I thought was the air conditioner. No wonder it seemed broken. Soon we were off the plane and Janice said, " Come quickly, our next plane is about to board!" already? Seriously? Wow. So I just got off a plane, and you're asking me to get on one again? Oh, please, my ears are popped! Well, I didn't actually say that out loud, in case the men in black suits grabbed me or something like that. Believe me, that would really hurt. I got on the plane very pretend- happyish, seeing that being mad or sad would do me no good. When the lady at the counter asked how was my day, I faced her and smiled with my teeth showing. "Shoo!" She said. So I did.
It took FOREVER to get to England. When we finally did arrive, I got in the taxi as soon as I could. All I wanted was to wake up from this horrible dream. Only it wasn't a dream. I didn't like that fact. Once the taxi stopped, and I buckled my seatbelt and noticed that the wheel was on the wrong side. It was on the right instead of the left! I started giggling. Pretty soon I was snorting and the driver turned around and then I realized that was my first time in a taxi. Maybe taxis are supposed to have the steering wheel on the right side. Who knows? Janice was twirling in circles on the sidewalk and her dress twirled with her. I saw a palace. A palace! It was a sight I can not describe. The men in black suits (I forgot they were still with us) grabbed Janice by the arms and marched into the palace. Janice screamed of fright. I ran after them, but of course the door shut right as I reached it. I pressed the doorbell. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-dong! Hey, this was fun! I pressed the doorbell again and again and again like a three year old eating marshmallows. One after another, like you have a bottomless stomach. I turned around and thought of the time I smeared mashed potatoes on the wall. It was hilarious! Suddenly, I almost chocked on thin air. The doors behind me were opening.
I turned around and saw a man in a suit and tie (The butler, I suppose). He didn't look happy. "Come on in." He said with his teeth clenched. " Your room is this way mamm. Please, follow me." To my left I saw a girl. My maid? Huh. I decided to follow her. " Whoa!" Long hallways, an elevator, and my room! My room... So... Amazing! Light blue walls, with electric green polka dots, a closet full of up to date clothing, 5 american girl dolls, a doll house, a personal bathroom, another closet full of stuffed animals, a two person bed, a flat screen TV, a Wii, a DS, a desk, and a pink vanity with the complete collection of makeup from Glossy! This is so amazing! While I was admiring everything the maid announced, "My name is Marie and I am your maid. Now, we have to get ready to go to the coronation ceremony at 6:00. They're going to crown you princess! Take a seat at your vanity and lets apply your makeup." I did so and Marie applied a light pink eye shadow, dark brown mascara, no eyeliner though ("Eyeliner was banned by Queen Clarissa the III." says Marie), a pretty shade of blush, Glossy perfume, and, of course, Glossy lipstick! After that, she curled my hair. Then I put on a dark purple velvet dress, cream colored gloves and purple and gold high heels, then dashed down the stairs to the ceremony.