(This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.)
Nola's Trip to NOLA pt 1
Word count: 1000
Genre: Fairy Tale
Character: A wallflower
Material: A steamboat
Sentence: “Not for you.” ✖
Bonus: Your character is
shipwrecked. ✖
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Nola opened her lunch
pail. She had gotten it from her uncle who told her never to share
its contents or secrets with anyone. Even if she just shared extra
potato chips, the magic would stop working. Connor walked by, where
she sat with her back to the wall of the cafeteria. She always sat
here as she could see the world, but the world rarely saw her.
He walked by not noticing
her. She stared at her lunch pail. If there was a better time to
escape people, she couldn't think of it. Staring at the steamboat on
the side of the pail, she rubbed the wheel that turned the water.
That pushed her through the cafeteria and right onto the steamboat.
Gulls flew overhead and the scent of the river filled her nostrils.
Certainly it smelled a lot better than the cafeteria, although the
scent was still not that great. A gust of wind blew past her and she
turned to face away from it. Salt was in the wind so she knew she
must be close to the end of the Missippissi. However you spelled it,
she wasn't sure. She was only in 3rd grade by golly.
She walked along the deck
admiring everyone's clothes. Feeling out of place, she looked down
and realized that her clothes had changed to blend in. Grateful more
than ever for her uncle's thoughtfulness, she blended in perfectly.
Seeing stairs to go up to the next level, she hoisted her skirts and
climbed up. No one seemed to notice an extra passenger and she made
it to the next level. It appeared that all the rooms to stay in were
here so there wasn't much space for her to walk around. Seeing the
stairs for the top deck, she climbed up.
The view was beautiful at
the top. Certainly a lot better than the view of the crowded noisy
cafeteria. She saw someone who looked like they were a sailor or
something on the steamboat, so she decided to go ask where they were
headed.
“NOLA!” he replied
with a grin.
“But that's my name?”
she puzzled.
“Well, then missy, we
are headed to your city!”
She looked over the
railing on the very front of the boat, and saw in the distance a
city. Her eyes widened. She never knew that there was a city named
after her! Or was she named after a city? She'd have to ask her mom
when she got home. Glancing down to make sure her lunch pail was
still with her, she stood there for a good long time drinking in the
sights of the outskirts of NOLA. No one was bothered by her, and she
bothered no one. This was the life!
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