Nice to meet you Lacy Quinn


I heard someone call my name. I looked over my shoulder to see who it was. It was Matt. Then suddenly, I banged right into someone. It felt like I walked into a brick wall. Books, papers, file folders and a brief case went flying through the air.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I bent down to help the man pick up his things.

“It was my fault,” he bent down too and…

“Ouch!” I touched my forehead. I saw stars for a few seconds. Then I started laughing.

“Are you okay?” he looked concerned. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Then he laughed too and rubbed his head. “Today is just not my day,”

“I wasn’t watching where I was going either,” I looked into his brown eyes and smiled. “Are you a teacher here?” I picked up his books and handed them to him, and then stood up.

“Actually, I teach next door…at the high school,” he took the books from me and picked up his brief case. “Thank you,” he smiled. The man who was with him was still picking up the file folders, and Matt, April and Violet chased after the papers that were flying around in the hallway. Every time someone opened the front door, the papers would fly all over the place.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked me again. “I’m Victor Collins,” he stuck out his hand and smiled.

I stretched out my hand and shook his, “Nice to meet you Mr. Collins.”

He raised one eyebrow, “From the look on your face, I’m guessing that you’ve meet my nephew Zach,” his smile spread across his face, making the dimple in his chin more pronounced. “He’s a little difficult at times, but deep down he’s a good boy.”

I frowned, “Actually, he’s not very nice at all,” I quickly covered my mouth. Did I really say that…out loud? Oh, no!

Victor Collins laughed. “You never told me your name,” he said still smiling. “I don’t think that’s fair, do you?”

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t very nice, it just slipped out,” I looked at him and then looked at my shoes.

“That’s okay. I don’t even remember what you said. So, are you going to tell me your name?”

“I’m Lacy Quinn,” I looked up at him. He was wearing a plaid jacket, a light blue button down shirt and jeans. His smile quickly faded for some reason, and he looked a little surprised. There was a few seconds of awkwardness, but then his smile returned.

“Nice to meet you Lacy Quinn,”

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This was written during NaNoWriMo. Technically…it has not been edited yet. I just gave it a once over. I think it’s okay!




“Gwen, you have company,” my grandmother smiled. “Tabitha’s here, and she only has a few minutes,” then she left.

Gwen pointed at me. “You are so lucky,” she got up and headed for the doorway, and then she turned around. “This conversation is not over.”

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. What do I do now? I grabbed a hand full of chocolate kisses and followed Gwen into the book store.

 “So, we meet again,” Tabitha said.

“Yeah,” I smiled.

Gwen glanced over her shoulder and then looked at Tabitha. “You too know each other,” she frowned.

“We meet this morning,” Tabitha smiled. “Robin forgot her lunch money, so we had to chase them down on the way to school.”

I walked up to the counter and stood next to Gwen. “Would you like a Hersey Kiss?” I opened my hand and offered her some.

“Oh…yeah,” Tabitha grabbed a couple. “Thanks,” she smiled and then un-wrapped one and put it in her mouth. “Mmmm…I love these.”

“Me too,” I smiled. “Gwen, you want one?”

“Sure,” she took a Hersey Kiss and started to unwrap it.

The bell rang over the door, and we looked to see who it was. Two girls walked into the book store, one girl had blonde hair and blue eyes and the other one had reddish-brown hair and brown eyes.

“Great! Just what I need,” Tabitha rolled her eyes and made a face.


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It’s Our Little Secret

Chapter Six Raven Hill

It feels like a million spiders are crawling all over me. I shivered. Goose bumps started rising on my arms and legs as I walked up the granite steps. Why do I feel like this? This is so weird. I took a deep breath and looked around the porch. It was covered with dried leaves, and there were spider webs everywhere. Crap! Why did I just think about spiders crawling all over me? Spider webs are even worst then spiders. I hate it when they stick to my hands and I can’t get them off. I pushed my way through the webs and that made me shiver again. Then I wiped my hands on my jacket. Ewww…A chill ran down my spine.

“I hate spiders too,” Violet whispered in my ear. I glanced at her and smiled. “It’s our little secret,” she whispered.


Stop Whining

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“I have a really bad feeling about this,” Matt frowned. “I think we should go back.”

“Yeah, this place gives me the creeps,” said Violet. “Maybe, we should go back.”

“Stop whining!” snapped Robin. “You guys are such babies,” she looked over her shoulder, and then followed Joey onto the path.

“No, we’re not!” April gave Robin a dirty look.

“SHHHHHHH!” whispered Violet. “You guys are being really loud.”

“Yeah, be quiet…before we get caught,” Robin whispered.

“You be quiet!” April said, a little too loudly.

“No!” Robin snapped.

“Stop it!” Joey yelled over his shoulder.

I looked back, and so did Robin. “She’s the one causing all the trouble,” April pointed at Robin.

“Shut up!” Robin said angrily, and then she stuck out her tongue.

“No! Why don’t you!” April stuck out her tongue too.

“SHHHHHHH!” I whispered. “I think I heard something.”


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The Book Store


I took a deep breath before opening the door to the book store. The little bell rang, announcing my entrance. My grandmother looked up from behind the counter, and smiled at me. I smiled back.

“Hi gram,” I ran up to her and gave her a kiss and a big hug. She gives the best hugs in the world. I closed my eyes and hugged her harder. The smell of her perfume made me feel better. She pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.

“How was your first day?” she looked a little worried.

“It was fine,” I bit my lip and looked away.

She looked me over and that’s when she saw my knees. “What happened?” she raised her eyebrow.

“It’s nothing. I just fell,” I looked into her light blue eyes and smiled. But, I knew that wasn’t going to work.

“Nora!” my grandmother looked over her shoulder. Then my mother came out from the back room.

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I turned toward the bookshelf, and started reading some of the titles. Then suddenly, a book right in front of me started to slide out slowly, all by itself, then it stopped…just before it was about to fall off the shelf. I stared at it for a second or two, and then glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone else had seen it. But they were on the other side of the room, and obviously didn’t see it. I took a deep breath. How could a book move by itself? I reached up and grabbed it, then took it off the shelf. It was Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. When I opened the book, a strange feeling came over me. I shivered. It felt like someone was looking over my shoulder, watching me. I quickly glanced behind me, but no one was there. I guess it was just my imagination. I flipped through some of the pages, and then suddenly something fell out of the book, and onto the floor. I looked behind me again, because that feeling of someone watching me was still there. I held my breath for a second, and slowly let it out. This time when I shivered, it was because I was cold and I could actually see my breath. How is this even possible? It’s October. I shouldn’t be able to see my breath. It shouldn’t be this cold in here.

“Lacy!” Robin called. “Come over here, and look at this.”

“In a minute,” I glanced over my shoulder. Then I bent down to see what fell out of the book. I picked it up. It was a skeleton key, and it looked really old. It was very ornate, and it had a capital R on it. I held it in my hand for a few minutes, looking at it, feeling it. Then right when I was going to put the key back in the book, the strangest thing happened. The window started rattling, and then the dingy white curtains that were hanging down each side of the window started to blow, like there was a hurricane. I hadn’t even noticed that the window was even open. I think it was closed. The wind started howling, and then the door slammed shut. I jumped.

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New Friends


“Thanks for walking me home guys,” I walked up the steps, and then turned around to wave goodbye.

“See you tomorrow,” Joey said.

“What’s going on tomorrow?” my mother wanted to know. I cringed and held my breath, hoping no one would tell her the truth. Thankfully no one said a word. The silence was deafening so I finally opened my mouth.

“They’re going to show me around town and show me where Saint Andrews is,” I said really quickly, before someone else said something different. “And they’re going to show me where the library is too,” I tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Okay, but make sure you do some unpacking,” she looked at me and then at them. “We have a lot of work to do, you know. Let me have that bag,” she reached for it as I handed it to her. Then she went inside.

I took a deep breath and then sighed. I was so relieved, because she actually believed me and she was going to let me go. I looked at my new friends. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” they said at the same time. I smiled at them and they smiled back. “Don’t forget…the bridge at 1:00,” Joey smiled at me again.

“I won’t forget,” I stayed on the porch and watched them walk toward Robin’s house. Maybe this place isn’t so bad after all. But then I remembered Mrs. Dutton, and what she said to me. The words echoed in my ears. “Those who do…end up dead,” I shivered.




Evelyn Grinstead


I ran my fingers along the spins of the books and then I saw a photo resting on one of the stacks. I picked it up to get a better look. There was a young girl in the photo, about the same age as me, I guess. She had a long white dress on and long wavy hair. But more importantly, Raven Hill was in the background. I stared at it.

“Have you found any good books yet?” Mrs. Grinstead asked.

I turned around; the photo was still in my hand. “Ummm…not yet.”

“I see you found my photo,” she glanced at the picture in my hand. “That was a long time ago.”

“Is this you?”

“Yes, I was twelve when that photo was taken,” she walked in the room carrying a tray of steaming hot tea and a plate of cookies. “It was 1912. That was the last time I was at Raven Hill,” she looked at me, and then put the tray down on the table. “Have a seat,” she motioned toward the chair and then she sat down in the other one.

I handed her the photo. She stared at it for a few seconds. No doubt, remembering the day the photo was taken. “It looks like you were having fun,” I smiled when she looked at me.

“Oh, yes. It was a wonderful day,” she glanced at the photo again. “It was the last 4th of July Celebration at Raven Hill,” she looked sad.  “Every year they had one. Practically the whole town was there,” she took a sip of her tea.

“Why was that the last one?” I blew on my tea and then took a sip. It was really hot.

“Because a few months later, something dreadful happened there,” she looked into my eyes. “I’m sure you’ve heard the stories already. The legend of the woman in black,” she took another sip and then put her tea cup down.

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The Positive Trait Thesaurus


Yay! I finally have a chance to start reading and highlighting…The Positive Trait Thesaurus: A Writer’s Guide To Character Attributes by Angela Ackerman & Becca Puglisi.

I haven’t read The Negative Trait Thesaurus yet, that one is next! I got both of them for my birthday in November, but just didn’t have time to read them until now!


So glad I have all three now!

Can’t wait to finish them!