Thank you, guys. Glad you like it. I'll keep going!

bella

Dear Bella

It has been my pleasure to read your story, I hope that the lovely woman you have put in your story is a sweet simple Asian Woman that loves to be chased by a Dino. You should tell her I do not bite…… ok ok… I do bite but not too much.

Bella keep writing your story, it is a real blessing to be able to write where others can enjoy what they are reading

Dino

Hello, guys,

Glad to know you love this story.
Thank you, Uncle Glot, told you so.( I did get genes from you )... lol
Kathy, Julie will keep exploring for more things for sure. :)
Uncle Dave, it would be That Girl's pleasure to be chased by you. Let's wait for more.

Enjoy this.

yours,
Bella
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4. Brook Peterson

“Hey, ya! Julie Mossy??” asked Brook.
“Yup…that’s me. Hi! You are…Brook Peterson!!” said Julie.
“Hola, coma girl! So…let me have a look at you!” getting closer to Julie with a concerned stare, “Umm…you look well now, Julie Mossy.” said he finally.
“Sure. I feel much better today. Thanks for your caring...” replied Julie wondering how to address this well-known boy. “Brook,” seemed that Julie’s mind was soon penetrated by Brook, “Just call me Brook.”
“Oh…I see. Thank you, Brook. Call me Julie, please.” said Julie.
“I see, Julie. Gotta go now. See ya later.” said Brook. He quickly rode on his Giant and hurried to school.

Julie had a look at her new watch. It just turned 7:30 a.m. “So early??” she thought, “The classes start at 8:00 a.m. But why does he go to school so early? Umm…None of my business. People all got their own things to do. I can’t even do my own things well anyway.”

Fifteen minutes later, Julie got to the classroom. The extra new day had started. Everything was normal as supposed to be. Nothing special would happen in such an ordinary day. The silent street still made no sound. The indescribable sorrow was still revealed on people’s faces. Seemed like people were numb already though they knew they were walking on a breakable cable. They were moving ahead in life for sure, but they were also watching life slipping away from them for sure. Hearts were lost somewhere in this city, this dead quiet city.

Actually, Julie had a comfortable life. So there should be no reason for her to feel frustrated about all this she was living on. She had a mother who had passions for science, just like her missing father. She also had an amazing brother named Joe who was pretty intelligent but never talked much. Though her family was not very wealthy, they definitely had enough money to get everything they needed. But human nature made her discontent. She wanted her father back to her life. As a teenager, she longed for love from a father much more than anyone else did. She hated people looking at her with pity. She hated people looking at her as if she was a monster when she worked out a math problem in a unique way. She attempted to get more featureless but found it impossible because her character from her family was too strong.

“Mom? Joe? I’m home!! Anybody around??” asked Julie. She just got back from school, feeling extremely tired and thirsty. She watched the unfamiliar pair of shoes and knew that this peaceful day had been spoilt.
“Ah! My little princess! You’re home finally! We got a guest today, Julie. Come on in! Let’s have dinner together. ” replied Mrs. Mossy.
“Who’s it?” wondered Julie, stepping into the kitchen and unable to think or breathe by the view in her sight. ”Gee! Brook?? Is that you?? What on earth are you doing here in my house?”
“Hey! Ju…ulie!” responded Brook grabbing a large clump of spaghetti into his mouth. He soon swallowed it and said, “You have a really good mom, Julie. She can be a nice chef unquestionably. The source she made matches the noodles absolutely well! Oh…and her…”
“Stop! Wait a moment! Let me figure it out! You, Brook, the team leader in our school, is here in my house, and…” said Julie unbelievably.
“And eating the most delicious spaghetti in this world.” said Brook helping Julie finish the sentence, “Yes, you’re completely right. Smart girl!”
“Yeah…good to know that.” replied Julie. She had calmed down already. The knowledge that was once sucked away by the shock came back to her brain. She could breathe smoothly then. Good to be alive! “So, you’re just here for dinner? Brook?”
“Yup…sure. You invited me to dinner this morning, remember?” said Brook with a begging look.
“Oh…right! I’ve forgotten it!” answered Julie, staring at Brook with puzzle.
“Seems you know each other quite well already! Glad you like my spaghetti, Brook. Now, allow me to leave, kids. Joe, make some sandwiches for yourself if you want. I know you don’t like spaghetti.” said Mrs. Mossy, “Enjoy your meal, kids. Be nice!” She winked to Julie before entering her room.
“Okay, mom.” replied Julie and Joe.
“Sis, welcome home!” said Joe, Julie’s little brother.
“Thanks, Joe.” said Julie.
“God! He can speak!” yelled Brook surprisedly.
“Of course he can, Brook. My brother is a smart boy, right, Joe?” asked Julie.
“Haha, sis.” laughed Joe.
“But…No offense. But people in school all say that Joe can’t speak and he’s a weird boy who….eh….never tries to talk with his classmates.” said Brook.
“He just doesn’t like to talk, Brook. That’s all. My brother is very wise actually! Say something, Joe.” said Julie.
“Other people’s thoughts do nothing with mine.” said Joe.
“I see.” Said Brook with a smile.
“Then, I believe that you still owe me a good explanation, Brook.” said Julie, “Why did you make me tell a lie with you?”

Dear Bella

Once again I must tell you that I love reading your wonderful story. Bella I can see a great writer developing within you and with time, practice and study you will be a great writer. Remember this Bella a great writer will write from his or her heart and from the deep imagination within them and for the love of writing.

Bella I know that writing is not always easy, and that sometimes you will have a idea of what you want to say but you will not be able to put them on paper so they say what you wish them to say. Bella I can tell you this and I mean it with all my heart that if you open your heart and imagination you will be able to say and write what is truly inside you. I have read thousands of books and the ones that I can feel the thoughts and feelings of the writer are the best ones to read.

I have lost some of my faith in god but I can sense that he has giving you the gift of writing.

EastCoast
Dino Dave

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