{"id":1156,"date":"2018-05-16T16:23:10","date_gmt":"2018-05-16T16:23:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/?p=1156"},"modified":"2018-05-16T16:23:10","modified_gmt":"2018-05-16T16:23:10","slug":"war-over-the-mountains-by-ellie-brogan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/war-over-the-mountains-by-ellie-brogan\/","title":{"rendered":"War Over The Mountains by Ellie Brogan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Chapter 1<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cSlap\u201d Stence <\/b><\/p>\n

Me and my friends were playing Cobblenak in the field by my fathers bakery when I hear a voice say \u201cTom! Mom wants us to help out at the bakery!\u201d It was my 10 year old sister, Lillian. I rushed over to her before <\/span>he<\/b> saw her, but it was too late. \u201c Awww, does a little baby need a binky?\u201d I hated it when people called Lillian a baby. “She\u2019s not a baby Stence,” I said. Stence came over to me and slapped me in the face so hard that I saw stars. “Sissy,\u201d he said to me, and his goons laughed. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Big thug \u201cSlap\u201d Stence had earned his name because he slapped people who he thought were too weak or were wimps. I was neither, yet he always seemed to hate whatever I do. He also was the son of the mayor, which made him think that he had power over all of us, but he doesn\u2019t.\u201c just ignore him. \u201c My mother had said after she saw the plum sized bruise on my face. I can’t seem to tell her that i <\/span>CAN\u2019T \u00a0<\/span><\/i>avoid him. He always seems to know where I am. I think it is sort of strange. My mother is Hungarian along with most of the women in Hungary. My father is french soldier who retired after he met mom. And so I can speak both languages plus English.<\/span><\/p>\n

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We sat down for a dinner of celery and chicken soup when we hear it. A faint whistling in the distance, but we know that sound.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Chapter 2<\/b><\/p>\n

Run!<\/b><\/p>\n

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\u201cRun!\u201d yelled my father.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRun! They\u2019re here!\u201d And that was the last I heard from him. No goodbyes, anything. I couldn\u2019t believe that the terrorists are bombing us. We had done nothing to them. My mom yelled to me to get Lillian and get to a safe house. \u201c But I want Mr. Kuddles!\u201d she screamed. \u201c If you don\u2019t move, you are going to be smaller than a crumb of monkey bread!\u201d I yelled at her. I grabbed her hand and we all ran. We were almost at the river when there was a sound behind me, I turned around and I saw \u201cSlap\u201d Stence was holding Lillian by the back of her coat and he had a bloody nose and a cut across one cheek. \u201c Home collapsed. \u201c he said through a mouthful of blood. \u201cMom wanted me to get everyone and go to the safe house,” he said, grinning at me. \u201cI am going to hunt down every last person who ever worked for the terrorists and destroy them all!\u201d he yelled. \u00a0I knew better than to listen. \u201cVall de Bull has no Safe house.\u201d I said. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow Give me Lilian.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Stence said with a smirk. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c I think She could use a bath.\u201d And he threw her in the River. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d I yelled as I dived after her. <\/span><\/p>\n

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We washed up on the beach near the Santa Cotel warehouse. \u201c Lilian! You ok?\u201d I asked \u201cI\u2019m Fine. He was right about one thing though,\u201d she said. “What? I DID need a bath!\u201d she laughed. <\/span><\/p>\n

TO BE CONTINUED<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Chapter 1 \u201cSlap\u201d Stence Me and my friends were playing Cobblenak in the field by my fathers bakery when I hear a voice say \u201cTom! Mom wants us to help out at the bakery!\u201d It was my 10 year old sister, Lillian. I rushed over to her before he saw her, but it was too […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1156","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-all-posts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1156","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1156"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1156\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1157,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1156\/revisions\/1157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1156"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1156"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1156"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}