The Girl Who Could Talk To the Wind, Margaret Faulkner [non fiction books to read TXT] 📗

I stared at the window and watched the storm clouds roar. Rory`s chain was lose, and I was eager to go ouside and tighten it. The front yard was filled mud puddles and foot prints. I opened the door and called out to Rory. He ran inside and began to shake the water of his fur. We sat on the couch. My warm red, sweater and his warm fur made me cozy. Soon I began to think of the next day, we were moving. I didn`t want to leave my friends at Salsford Elementary. I looked towards the clock it was 9:45 P.M . Soon the dreaded day would come. I hugged Rory.
  " Don`t worry Rory, it`ll be fine."
After a while I went to bed. I couldn`t sleep well, all I could do was think about how every one at my new school would not want to talk to me. I thought until my eyes finally closed.


  Soon I found myself in a dream. My Father, was twirling me around in a golden ball gown. I danced with my father with a grin on my face. Once he stopped I saw a man hiding a gun in his suit. I walked off the ballroom floor and followed the man. Once he spotted me he darted away. Another man saw him and started pointing and screaming at him. I knew what was going to happen next.
  " Dad let`s go I want to go home."
  "Not right now, that man need`s help! It looks like he has a gun!"
  My father began to run to the man. I got scared and began to bite my nails. I`ve always hated this dream, or should I say nightmare. So I decided to change his fate. I grabbed my fathers jacket and began screaming.
  " No dad don`t go you`ll get hurt!"
  " Let go Emily!"
  He raced off to the man. And at that moment the gun was pulled out. The man and the gunman started to fight over the gun. And after that the gunshots.... Then after that my father fell to the floor. The blood poured onto the ballroom floor. I screamed out as my father put his hand to his stomach. The gunman ran out of the ballroom leaving everyone in shock. A crowd of people rushed over to my father. I ran to him.
  " Dad it`s going to be ok," I said as I put my hand on his stomach.
   " Don`t worry I love..."
  Were the last things he said. Every thing started spinning around. The people were a blur. Finally I past out.

  I woke up at 7:05 A.M., wiping my eyes. 
  "Have a bad dream honey," my mother said.
  " I had it again, the one with the ballroom and gunman."
  My mothers face turned pale, she knows I always have this dream. She once had to take me to a psychiatrist to talk about it.
  " Honey, I love you, but it`s a new day, it`s time to move on."
  I looked at her with tears in my eyes.
  " I miss him to," she said trying to hold back the tears.
  " Now hurry up and get dressed up, we have to pack."
  I wiped my eyes and got up. I couldn`t stop thinking about the dream, or the day. Yes, that did happen. We were at a Formal Ball, my mother couldn`t make it so my father took me. I was 11, the same age I am now. It was about a month ago when he died. My mother was so enraged she told us we were moving. Out of this long wait I thought it was a lie, but I was wrong. It`s hard to fully remember what had happened, in my dream I know remember every moment, but in life all I remember is that I was at the hospital. With all my might I try to forget about every thing. I got dressed and started packing


  The car drive was rough and slow. It seemed like it was 7:00 P.M. when we finally got to the new house. The house was large, I couldn`t wait to get my room. I hoped it was large. After a while of unpacking, I finally hade enough time to explore the house. The dinning was as big as a department store. The living room was twice as large as the dinning room. The entire house was like a palace! I just wanted to stay up all night and never let this day end. At 10:37 P.M. my mom finally said it`s time to go to bed. I went up to my new room.
  "Rory," I called he ran up to my room.
  Rory is a big dog, an English Massive. He also has black hair, similar to mine but I have brown hair. I remember the first day I brought him home. It took me a while to name him, I was going to name him Brownie. But my father kept on telling me his fur is black. Finally I came up with a name...Rory. Named after my father, Rory always reminds me of my father. "Rory Rasper," I said happily.
  "Good night, buddy, love you."


  I woke up, to my mom carrying a uniform dress. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
My mom helped me get dressed for school. I went down stairs, and ate a bagel with cream cheese.
  " Ready to go Emily," I forced a smile onto my face.
  We got into the car. I thought about how the kids at the school would treat me. The thought buzzed around my mind, waiting for an answer. I tried to imagine the school as if it were Salsford, but that was going to be hard because I don`t know what the school looks like. We finally got to Rock Wood Elementary. The school was large, but by the looks of it, it must be a snotty rich kids school. I got of the car and said bye to my mom, then walked into the front door of the school.


  My classroom number was 302. I looked at all the people cluttering the hallway. The boys and girls didn`t look as rich and snotty as I thought they would, but they did indeed look mean. I started to walk faster until I bumped into a girl. She had blonde glossy hair and looked four times better looking then me.
  "Hey, watch where you going, kid!"
  She stood up and wiped her dress as if I had an disgusting stain or slime. She pinched her nose and tilted her head back, then walked away. My elbow hurt from the collision with the blonde haired girl, I rubbed it and kept on walking. Trying my best not to be noticed.

  " Oh, welcome are you our new student," the teacher said to me.
  I nodded with a grin on my face.
  "Hmm, how about you sit over by Addison," she pointed to a empty desk.
  I was surprised to see that Addison was the blonde girl I bumped into. I had thought she was an 8th grader because of how tall she was. After siting down and getting unpacked, I looked at Addison. There was a gap between our desks. I looked into her shining blue eyes.
  " Ehhh," she said while pinching her nose and tilting her head back.
  " Now Addison that is no way to treat our new student "
  She smirked and and scooted the desk farther away from me.
  " Now time to start arithmetic," said the teacher.
  " Why don't you like me, Addison,"
  I finally managed to say. She scooted her chair over then said, " Your hair, it's brown, and you smell like cabage water."
  I looked around, Every one had blonde hair, but me. Tons of people would stare then whisper to the person next to them. I stood up on the desk and screamed.
  " SHUT UP! "
  Then ran out of the classroom. I didn't know where I was going I just wanted to get out of here, run to the fields lay on the grass and cry. And that's what I did.


  I sat in the fields crying. I knew I didn't have any friends yet, so my idea of running to the
fields was dumb. All I could see of school was the bobbing of heads and the faint voices of the teachers looking for me. I just wanted some friends, after a while of the bugs buzzing in my ears and centipedes crawling on me I stood up ready for my punishment. Then something amazing happened. Something had whispered " Hi Emily. "


  " Hello, is anyone there." I started to spin around looking for the presence of another person. " Hello, hello! Anyone, hello,"
  I didn't know what was
happening. All I knew was that someone or something had said hi to me. I continued spinning. There was no one here but me. I soon got scared.
  " What's wrong? "
  I looked up at the sky.
  " Well I think the people at my new school don't really like me. "

 "I like you, Emily. Let's be best friend's."

I still didn`t know who