101 Days of Pure Awesomeness: by Samantha Goodyear. Chapter one.

My name is Jenna. I don't remember my last name, partly because when I was 8, I didn't really care what my last name was. I barely remember the last time I was the real Jenna, a 21st century 8-year-old girl. Every morning I wake up in a new place with new friends, and I look very different. But one thing stays the same: I am always red-haired and brown-eyed. Sometimes my red hair is actually red fur, sometimes my eyes are those of a cat's or even an alien's (if alien's have eyes...). This all started one day when I was having a bad day. My best friend Kirsten didn't want to be my friend anymore, my parents were fighting, and I couldn't have my favourite desert in the whole wide world after dinner (which was yummy chocolate cake). I got so angry I left. I just left. Packed an extra change of clothes and went outside. I didn't know where I was going, or I where I was supposed to be, I was just going. Finally I came to an old, dark, run-down building. Most 8-year-old girls would be scared to death of this place, but I was brave. I made run for the door and went inside. I remember an old lady lining there. She asked me who I was and I told her. "Jenna! Want to be my friend?" I had asked her. She nodded. She asked if I was having a bad day and I told her all about it. Then she asked if I wanted to having an amazing adventure and never come back to normal life again. I thought for a moment and then nodded my head. Now here, I am, living a lonely adventure.

This morning I woke up in a dusty cave, surrounded by kids that looked my age, dressed in heavy armor. One of the boys opened his eyes and stared at me for a long time. "You must be the new night guard," the boy said. I nodded hesitantly. He smiled. He had curly brown hair, dark skin, and brown eyes. He led me into a deeper part of the cave and stopped at a ginormous pink and orange polka-dotted dragon.
"That's Mishu," said the boy.
"Oh. Wow, do we guard him?" I asked, staring up at the huge beast.
"You must be from far away. He is King Mishu, our village king. I am Dottru, I will be your guide to the village."


TO BE CONTINUED...

Chapter 9: A Happy Ending.

A man with a long, white beard approached us. Everyone stood there, silently. Finally, he spoke.
"Who are you?" asked the man.
"We were stranded on this island after an incident with our cruise boat" answered my mother.
The man though for a moment. Finally he said, "I can not fit all of you onto my ship but I can take you in groups. Will you accept this offer?" asked the man.
Although this man was a stranger and usually my mom says don't talk to strangers and everything but we were all desperate so I accepted the offer on behalf of the group. Everyone gasped and started arguing so the man stepped in. "I am Captain Jameson McHearty. If you all don't trust me, which is fair, I will just be on my way. These waters are barely sailed, so good luck finding another rescuer within the next two years!" The Captain said. He was walking to his boat when some kid gulped and said. "Two years!?".
Captain Jameson nodded and my mom grabbed my arm and my sisters and led us toward the ship. We sailed to a nearby town's dock and the Captain said we were on our own to find transportation now. He left to go get some more of the group and me and my family headed toward the police station.

A Month Later...


Well I'm home now, and feeling a lot better. We bought a small house by the beach and we're settled in now. We never did find the guy who ran away with our boat, but my mom's okay with that. Well gotta go now! Don't wanna end with a cheesy ending but...

The End!!

Chapter 8: A Plan

This morning is cold and wet. It's gonna be a long day, I can tell. I glance over at mom to see her fast asleep for the first night in months. She even has a smile on her face. Last night the whole group of us had a party to celebrate Mildred being okay, and us all making it this far. We all painted our faces and made hats and necklaces and hula skirts out of long grass and danced and sang around a ginormous bonfire. We had a feast. Well it was as good a feast as your gonna find in the middle of no where with no tools and no proper oven. Mom was the happiest I've seen her in along time, even though she was stranded on an island without her fiance and has been for 3 months.
I'm cold now, so I'm going to go sit by the fire. Pretty much everyone else is up now, I slept in. :)

Supper was delicious. Some sort of mixed juice and tons of fruit and plants. Bill cooked it this time so it wasn't burnt. I actually enjoyed it. But the biggest news of all is what happened after the food. We were all getting ready to take shelter for the night (the reason I didn't say sleep was because no one really sleeps.) when a huge boat cam across the ocean. We were prepared with a plan of what we would do if this ever happened so everyone ran to their stations. A couple guys made the fire smoky enough to signal them, and us kids and a few adults started spreading jackets, hats, rocks, fruit peels, and other bright things to spell SOS and capture the attention of the boat's captain. Some other people waved leaves in the air and shook the trees, and all the others held bright clothing in the air above their heads.

Suddenly, the boat came towards us.