Noah's House Gets Wrecked

Dear Reader,

Yeah, so I guessed that it was time for another from awesome me (haha). Yep, it's Jessie!!! So, just to say, I heard that Storyteller had a fire by her place. (well, two, actually......) I also heard that they're pretty much contained!!!! She wanted me to personally thank everyone who prayed for her.

So, um, THANKS!!!!

OK, so what am I going to talk about today?

Like there's any choice!! What just happened to me!!!!

OK, into story mode....

So I was walking down the hallway when all of a sudden Noah caught up with me. He didn't say anything and was walking cryptically quietly down the hallway with me. I was about to turn and yell at him "OK, so what on earth is going on?!" when he turned on me and announced,

"OK, Jessie, hear me out before you say no."

I frowned, suspicious. "OK. So what's the scoop? And why on earth are you acting so weird? Man, you'd think I'd like become an alien or something......"

"OK." Noah took a deep breath. "Jessie, the guys and I..."

"Wait." I held up my hands. "What 'guys'?"

"The football team," he answered, like "duh, Jessie, what other kind of 'guys' are there for me??".

"OK......"

"So, anyway, we were wondering if you would be willing to be the mascot at a party," he blurted.

OK, so our team is called the Spartans. Our colors are black and maroon. Our mascot is this really heavy outfit with a felt Spartan hat and Spartan clothes that I'd been told a million times felt like you were wearing a hundred pounds of wool during the middle of summer.

"You've got to be joking!" I cried. "And what kind of party would you want me to be a mascot at?! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Oh, come on, Jessie!" he cried. His eyes begged. "Please?"

"What party?" I demanded.

"Well...." Noah trailed off. "Our Middle School football team went and invited Norwich's over for a party."

 Norwich. Man, I hated those peoples' guts!! They were like beasts at everything and had been our rivals since God had spoke man into being (OK, so probably not that early, but you see my point).

I gave him a look. "And you're wanting me to dress up as your mascot? For the party? What am I even supposed to DO?"

"Just be a good sport and represent our team," Noah said. "It'll be really easy."

"Why on earth do you guys need a mascot?" I demanded.

"Because Norwich is going to have their's there!" cried Noah.

Either way, I found myself driving up to Noah's house, the place of the party, dressed in a Spartan suit. Well, I was definitely the shortest Spartan ever to be alive.

"Bye, Jessie!" Mom yelled out the window after me, driving off down the street. Bye bye, getaway. Stink.

I was about to get my courage to go inside when the door burst open and the whole team, led by Noah, rushed out to greet me.

Apparently, Noah had told the name of the person inside (me) because everybody was like, "Jessie!" "Thanks so much, Jessie!" "Are you OK in there, Jessie?" "Come on in, Jessie!" "We're just about to eat, Jessie!" "I think the Norwich team's about here, Jessie!"

"Come on!" Noah grabbed my arm and the whole team hauled me inside.

Inside Noah's house looked, as always, like the inside of Hobby Lobby. I was more than surprised that his mother had allowed him to have a party here with who knew how many middle schoolers. I definitely wouldn't have signed up for it. Yet I was here. Stink.

"They here!" shrieked one of the boys who'd been watching the door. "The bus is just getting parked! Hey! There's that jerk quarterback Mansville!"

"Jessie," hissed Noah, "just pretend you're a mascot and disguise your voice to sound like Tony."

"Tony?" I frowned.

"Yeah," He whispered. "Like that tiger dude? Kellogs?"

I was still giving him a strange look when we ran off to the door with the rest of the boys. The door burst open and there was a whole group of boys. Unlike our team, they were all dressed in casual clothes (not like jerseys). In front of them was  a stern man with salt and pepper hair.

"Is this the Darcy residence?!" shouted the man, though, really, it was unnecessary.

"Yep!" cried Noah. "Welcome to Dayton!"

All of the Norwich kids came in unwillingly. Tensions were high. I saw the mascot, and noticed that whoever it was was like two feet taller than me. Ugh.

The boys were playing some games when all of a sudden there was really loud shouting and yelling. I'd been standing quietly by the wall, but since nobody was doing anything, I sighed and threw off the mascot head and ran over there.

"What is your problem?" I hissed to the two boys. "This is a party! For goodness sakes, stop acting like two year olds!"

"It's a girl!" cried one of the boys (he must've been a Norwich boy, because I didn't know he was).

"Of course she's a girl!" cried the other, a boy by the name of Jason Mayberry.

"So you had to get a girl to do it because no real man would ever help you wimps out?" sneered the other boy.

Boy, those are fightin' words.

No truer words than those.

Jason glared and then threw a punch, catching the kid right on the jaw. Another Norwich boy saw it and was like, "Hey!" then he punched Jason.

And so started the most wrecked wrecking of Noah Darcy's house. Kids grabbed pillows and threw them; they punched each other; they hit each other; they almost hit Noah's mother! They threw her vases, they threw her plates, they threw the bananas, they threw the dates! They punched and bit and pinched and screamed, and Noah's mother had them deemed, horrible children, evil sprites, and I was like the only light.

OK, sorry for the poem.

When they finally broke up the fight, all of the Norwich kids were hauled back off to Norwich and all of the Dayton kids were taken home by my mother.

Just to say, I never threw a punch.

And Noah? I don't know. But I think he's going to have a long talk with his parents..... ;)

Bye!!!

Love,
Jessie

Three Favorite Songs......

Hey, guys. I've decided to do a stinker post today. ;) 

Yep, like my three favorite songs.

Gold, by Britt Nicole. L-O-V-E!!!

My Own Little World, by Matthew West. YES!

And With You, Jamie Grace.

Bye!

~Storyteller

Fire

There's a fire by our house again. It's not as close this time, but it's so dry by our place, the fire can travel fast. There's a road between us and it, so we're hoping that it won't cross. But you never know.... We've been advised to pack. I've already done so. PLEASE PRAY for the fire to be put out, for everybody involved, and for none of the buildings and homes to get burned down.

Thanks.

~Storyteller

Exploding [cake] Innards

Dear Readers,

Hello!! Yes, it is crazy, dramatic Jessie. :) And I have a story to tell. You may find it funny, you might find it horrifying, you may find it hilarious, but whatever you find it, make sure you tell me what you find it. :D

OK, so I was out in the field, about to write a letter to you guys and then mail it to Storyteller. And then all of a sudden there's this awful smell that comes to my nose. And I heard some screaming and a crash from the house. And there's kind of like this big billow of smoke rising out of the window over the stove.

I dropped the paper and pen and ran for the house (I hope that Storyteller didn't mind the grass smudges on the paper I gave her), my heart pounding wildly--how somebody broken in and murdered Mom, starting to burn the house to cover his awful dead?! Had somebody tried to STEAL something and then Mom had stopped him, but accidently knocked over the scentsy and started a FIRE?!?!

I threw open the door. Smoke met me and I started coughing uncontrollably.

"Jessie?" Mom coughed. "Is that you?"

"Yeah!" I yelled. "What's with all the smoke? Are you alright?! What happened!?"

The conversation unfolded something like this:

Mom: Well, you know that chocolate cake I made last night?

Me: Yeah. What about it? And what's that awful burning smell??

Mom: Well.... I was cooking some eggs for breakfast, and I forgot about the pan on the stove and turned on the burner.

Me: What?!

Mom: And then the glass pan exploded. So before you come any closer, do you have shoes on?

Me: Well, uh, yes.

Mom: OK, be careful.

So, yeah. Mom made a cake, put it on the stove, turned on the burner the next morning and the glass exploded. Unfortunately, we couldn't eat the rest of the cake.

So what do you think about THAT?

Bye!!!! ;)

Love,
Jessie

*Based on true life events.

End of Summer......

Hey, ya'll!!

The year is winding down as people start going back to school. The year speeds up, in a way, though. Gone are the lazy summer days of blogging...... (haha) =D And now we're in the busy days of life!! There's always lots of things to do during the school year!! Since I'm going to be busier, if I don't post as much, still keep coming!!!! Even if you don't comment, I love seeing that you voted on my posts, because that means that you read. :)

And now..... Jessie Bender..... ah, yes........ if you guys do like receiving these letters from our crazy, dramatic Jessie, then I will continue. (and if you guys don't comment, I'm going to continue anyway haha). :D Any other ideas from possibly other people? Tell me your thoughts, readers!!!

And by the way, I'd love to get to know you better! Just go to the Me? page and maybe leave a random fact about yourself.

Bye!!!!!

~Storyteller

P.S. How do you like my new blog design? I made it myself!! =D

P.P.S. I'd love it if you'd take my button. :)

P.P.P.S. If you're reading this, then you're awesome. If you're reading this and you follow, you rock!!! =D

Sisterhood Squad??

Dear Readers,

So, the other day, four girls walked up to me by the names of Lulu Harper, Josephine Johnson, Sara Rotzerelli, and Addy Marten. (yes! Spaghetti fight girls!!!) =D Lulu, her brown eyes bold, stopped right in front of me. She was quite a tall girl, and (I believe I told you this before) since I was called like shorty by Noah, she totally towered over me.

"Hey, Jessie," she smiled.

"Hey," I grinned back. "How're you guys doing today?"

"We were wondering if you, you know, wanted to like join our club or something," shrugged Sara.

"Your club?" I frowned in confusion.

"Yeah," agreed Josephine. "We call it the Sisterhood Squad."

"Sure," I shrugged.

"That's great!" cried Lulu. "So here's some things you need to know about us before you join the club--first of all, I don't get called Lulu. All of my friends call me Spy."

"Spy?" I didn't know what to think of that.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Other than you calling me that everywhere, everybody else has club nicknames. But first of all, our other things--you always call Josephine Jo (otherwise you might get punched); don't ever tease Sara; and don't laugh at Addy unless she's laughing, too." The rest of the girls nodded in agreement.

"My nickname's Huntress," announced Jo.

"My nickname's Dragon," said Addy.

"Mine's Archer," shrugged Sara.

"And of course I'm spy," chuckled Spy. "So what do you want to be called, Jessie?"

Uhh........ oh, great. What on earth was I going to have my nickname be? A hundred possible names came through my head. Then suddenly I remembered in Lord of the Rings that awesome Rohan princess named Eowyn that got to go and cut off that ugly creature's head in the second-to-last battle.

"Eowyn," I blurted.

"Eowyn?" Jo's brow crinkled. She turned to Spy. "Can she be Eowyn?"

"Sure, why not?" snorted Spy. "There's a class meeting on Monday. It's at my house. Here's the directions." She thrust a piece of paper in my hand. "Later, Jessie!"

I looked at the paper. Then I looked at the girls. Then I looked at the paper. Then I took off running down the hall.

I was part of the Sisterhood Squad??

Love,
Jessie

Another story idea?

Hello, hello, hello!!!

This is Storyteller. How have you guys been liking the Jessie Bender stories? I hope at least pretty well. =D Yes, and she's not moving to Alaska (thank goodness!!). So, what what Maya's mysterious behavior? Doesn't it all seem just a little bit strange? ;) Don't worry, just remember that thought...............

I had a new story idea today. Well, this morning. =D It's kind of about the Titanic. OK, OK, I know--everybody's got a book about the Titanic. But I couldn't help but notice that they're always like about first class passengers..... probably because they're mostly the only ones that survived and the people can't bear to kill off their characters.

But I thought--what about the third class passengers and such? What was it like for them to be trapped away from the splendor, to be visited by rich people who thought it was funny, to be traveling on such a huge ship and then possibly just dying? Even the women and the children? Sometimes I think when people say "woman and children first", they often forget all of the woman and children of the second and third classes that did die.

So, anyway, I was going to have the main character's last name be Stiles. I'm not sure about her first name yet (of course it's a girl haha). =D I was thinking maybe Amelia and called her Amy or maybe Rebecca. What are your thoughts?

Bye!!!!