Clues and More!

So, the trick to the last clue was that the whole thing was a map. [Go to the bottom left of the key board, up 1, 7 to the right.] And, the answer was Moville. So, this next clue is the street. Here it goes,

   Fiona has a dog,

    Oscar is his name,
          You might know him,
     Lila pets his mane,
             Even though you might,

           Sometimes think,
             That oscar is a lion,
         Robbie does too,
  Even susan,
Even jane,
                                                 Thinks he a lion with a very pretty mane.

So.......I have started a new story, it is called The Secret of Lavender Gone. I hope you like it!

The Secret of Lavender Gone

         

   “Get off of me!” I yell as I run away from my last chance of family. Being an orphan with no relatives isn’t that easy. Let alone not knowing anything about your past. I was dropped of at The Brooksville Orphanage when I was a new born. No one knows how I got there. My parents didn’t even give me a name. So, since it was spring, Head Mistress Jones named me after her favorite herb, Lavender. She couldn’t think of a last name so, officially, my name is just Lavender.

You might be surprised, but Head Mistress Jones isn’t that mean, in fact, she is very nice.  Head Mistress Jones is the nicest person in the school probably. All of the teachers are horrendous, and most of the students or horrifying!

Back to my last chance of family, Head Mistress Jones set me up with some possible parents. She says I’ll like them. So, the day after she tells me, I meet them. Personally, I hate when she does that. As she well knows I like to research my possible parents before I meet them. So, I meet Mr. and Mrs. Chaukly.

            At first they seemed nice. But to me, nice doesn’t always make the mark. The next day Head Mistress Jones told me they liked me. So I told her I thought they were nice. Then I researched them. And when I researched the Chaukly’s I did not like what I found. I found out that the people who could adopt me were the kind of people that adopt a child and then forget about them. Supposedly, the Chaukly’s have adopted sixty-one separate children. And I didn’t want to be one of them.                 Suddenly Head Mistress Jones barges in. She says they want to adopt me. Then they come into my room and try to hug me. 

No! I think as a bust away from  Mrs. Chaukly's embracing arms. I'm not falling for the act! "Get off me!" I yell as I run out the door. Now I think to myself, What is there left to do but run away?



Well, that's it so I guess this is bye!

Stay posted,
Nina