Amy had been looking forward to this day for weeks. Her mother thought it was good that she was finally spending some time with her friends for a change and was delighted when Amy asked if she could stay with Erika for the weekend. Amy was always the quiet one, shy and retiring most of the time, and found it difficult to meet new people, but for some reason she found it easy to talk to Erika. As they got to know one another they discovered they had a lot in common. They shared everything, even their darkest forbidden secrets, which is what had led to the invitation to spend the night.
As the car approached the house Amy was taken aback. Erika had warned her that her family was rich and her house was bigger than normal, but this was an honest to goodness mansion, and on the beachfront too! Amy began to wonder if it might have its own swimming pool, but she had other things on her mind for this visit.
Erika had heard the car approaching up t
MY NEW SISTER
During the early XIX century in southern China, people at a small village prepared for work. That summer morning, the sun rose above the distant hills presaging another beautiful summer morning. Not far from the village, a man in his late thirties walked toward the forest accompanied by two young girls.
The older of the girls was nine. She had shoulder long dark straight hair. She was wearing her training red uniform and had a long stick in her hand.
Aside of her and running around the man, was the younger of the two. She was a seven year old peppy girl. She had short red hair and a uniform similar to the older girl, but blue color.
Calm down, Xifeng. The man told the younger girl. Please walk aside of your sister.
Yes dad! Xifeng replied happy.
She is not my sister. The older girl interrupted while waving her stick.
The man remained quiet for a while. As they reached the top of the hill, the man t
“Hey, honey, look at these!”
Gary turned away from the display of vintage postcards he’d been admiring and sought out his wife. A flash of red hair led him in the right direction, and he found her two stalls over. She was holding up what looked like a shallow cloth bag, perhaps three inches across and no more than that deep.
“It’s a bag, Leona. So?”
Leona put her hand into it, and pulled out her purse. It was the sort of purse that you could store phone-books in, and Gary was convinced that it was lead-lined due to the weight. The neck of the bag stretched a little as the purse emerged from it, then snapped back to its original size.
“They’re selling bags of holding? Real ones? How much?”
The cheerful woman behind the table named a price that made Gary hesitate, it was their entire flea-market budget for the whole day. Leona saw that look, and got an impish one of her own.