Post by love4andrea on Dec 14, 2008 0:51:39 GMT -5
I wrote this story for English. Haha I had a lot of fun writing it! ;D
Oh and bear with me, it's long
One very cold winter’s day, a little boy named Jason was sleeping soundly in his cozy bed. A cling and clatter stirred him from his sleep; he sat up and looked to the roof. He knew what was happening, because it was the night before Christmas! All through the apartment, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Sweet tones of jingle bells came to his ears, and he jumped up and ran to where the Christmas tree was held. He heard hooves pounding on the roof, and he frowned with a pout. How could Santa Clause come, when there was no fireplace? He sat on the couch with a glum look upon his face. “No presents this year,” whispered Jason, for they had just moved into the apartment a couple months before. His parents had gotten a divorce, and he lived with his mother, whom he very disliked. A tear slid down his face with the very thought.
“Hold up there, little boy! Don’t be so sad! Santa Clause is here, come to bring good wishes to all!” boomed a large voice. Jason gasped and jumped. There he was, standing in the middle of the room. He had popped out of nowhere, with not even a pop! Jason looked on, amazed, and a little bit glum, because Santa Clause was different than all the stories had said! His presence was vain, and his eyes quite alarming. His blonde hair was long, blowing wickedly in the wind. For the window was broken, and glass on the floor. A rope hung from the roof, landing on the window sill, threatening to blow in. Jason had not heard a noise, how could this be? But he could not think about that, because Santa Clause was here! He wad dressed in a red suit, with white trimming and fur, his boots came to his knees, and he wore a belt made of leather. He was skinny and tall; where was his belly? His face was bare with barely a whisker. He carried a huge red bag, slung over his shoulder. It was a wonder he didn’t fall over. He giggled and laughed, his face turning red. “Do not fear, it is I!” he said with a flourish. Jason knew he was Santa, traditions or no, and he ran up to meet him, spreading his arms. He gave Santa a hug, and got a pat on the back.
Santa whispered in his ear, “you’ve been a good boy this year, but I’m afraid none of these presents are yours.” Jason looked up in unbelief, confused. “But you will get the best gift of all,” he reassured him with a laugh.
“What is it?” Jason asked curiously, like a little boy should.
“You’ll see,” Santa replied with a wink.
He started to walk to the window, but Jason interrupted, “wait! You didn’t eat your milk and cookies!” he pointed to a countertop.
“Oh, yes, my favorite part!” Santa said and gobbled up the treats, licking his lips. “Now, we have a busy night!” He continued to the window, put one leg out, and turned back. “Are you coming or not?” he asked with a mischievous smile.
Jason stood there, astounded, looking dumb. Him, go with Santa Clause? He barely thought of it more, for he couldn’t contain his excitement. He bounded to the window, and climbed onto Santa’s back. They climbed up onto the roof and stood. Jason gasped; there was the sleigh, pulled by twelve magical reindeer!
“Get in,” Santa said, already walking to the drivers seat. Jason did what he was told and happily bounced onto the red velvet cushions. He’d never been so anxious before; he wanted to see the North Pole!
The next few hours, time flew by so fast he couldn’t even focus his eyes on a single thing! All he remembered were rooftops and flying reindeer! When they were going at a reasonable speed Jason asked what had happened.
Santa responded, “I was delivering presents, of course!”
“Santa Clause?” Jason asked inquiringly.
“Please, call me Bryce,” he looked down at him, winking.
“Oh. Where are we going now?”
“To the north Pole!” and with that they were off full speed. Jason watched the stars and clouds go by, amazed. It felt like he was flying. But then he realized he really was flying! He thought it must be a dream; this couldn’t be happening. He should’ve been at home, sleeping in his bed. But then he remembered how he’d wished he could get away from his mom, and here he was, away. It must be real, he thought.
In what seemed like five minutes, the sled slowed down and descended to the white land below. With a bang and shattering jolt, they landed and skidded to a stop. The reindeer huffed and stamped their feet. They were impatient to be fed. Santa, or Bryce, Jason remembered, stepped off the sleigh, and patted each reindeer. Jason looked around; all he could see was white, with snowflakes twittering from the sky. Strangely, he wasn’t cold, even though he was wearing pajamas. In the distance, he thought he could see a red and white striped pole sticking up from the ground. He realized this must be the North Pole, and jumped up and ran to it.
“Cool!” he shouted.
“Pretty neat, huh, kid?” Santa asked, coming to stand beside him.
“It sure is, Santa!” he met his stern eye, “I mean, Bryce.”
He laughed and put an arm around Jason’s shoulders, starting to walk. “I have a feeling you and I are going to be very good friends.”
In a short time, they came to a little village. It was very jolly, with garlands and wreaths hanging on all the small buildings. There was a huge, exquisite, Christmas tree in the middle of the square, covered in very generous trimmings! Sounds of music came to his ears. He could smell fresh-baked cookies, and feel the warmth in the air.
“Follow me, and I’ll show you the workshop,” said Bryce. Jason followed, his anticipation painted on his face.
“But what about the reindeer?” Jason remembered.
“They’ll be taken care of,” responded Bryce, reaching a door. He turned the brass handle and swung it open. Jason heard it before he saw it. There was a ruckus going on inside, with screaming and shouting, singing and laughing. It was extremely loud. There were toys everywhere, and still hundreds more being made by short, small people with pointed ears. They must be elves, Jason thought without a doubt. No one took notice of their entrance in all the hubble. He had never seen such a crowed, crazy place. They slowly made their way into the room, the elves too intent on their work to acknowledge they were there.
A busy elf scrambled past them, and then snapped back around, facing them. “Bryce! Finally, you’re here! Now I can have a coffee break. Man, were they worried! ‘Rick do that; Rick, do this!’ Enough of it, I tell you!” he pointed a finger at Bryce’s chest.
Bryce just laughed and lowered the elf’s finger. “Clam down, Ricky!” I was just picking up little Jason here. You know, the one we talked about?”
“Oh, yes, now I remember. Darn my memory, just lost me another evening,” he shook his head.
“Jason, this is Rick, the head elf,” Bryce gestured to the elf.
“Hello,” Rick said, suddenly cheerful.
“Hi,” Jason replied. The elf was short, like all of them, and had a shiny, bald head. Red hair was growing on his chin, and his ears came to points at the ends. His eye was intense, and Jason thought Rick might beat him up if he made him mad. But then he smiled and laughed, erasing Jason’s fears.
“Bryce, Bryce, Bryce… The things you get us into… I swear I’ll wring you for it someday,” Rick said, shaking his head again. Suddenly, Jason’s fears were back. Rick saw his face and laughed. “It’s okay, I’m only playing. Follow me, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”
“Staying?” he asked, a little scared.
“Yup, you’re one of us now, kid,” he said and winked.
“But my…”
“Listen, if you want to go home, we’ll take you back right now.”
Jason thought about it, feeling a little overwhelmed. He was only five years old, after all! He didn’t think his mom would miss him too much, and he liked the idea of toys and elves. He nodded and followed Rick.
He led him to the end of the room, down two hallways, and into a door. It appeared to be a regular house; only one factor gave away that it was in Santa’s Workshop. The ceiling was rather short; it was just right for Jason.
“This is my house, and this is your room.” Rick said, walking to and opening a door off the hallway to the right.
“Oh, thanks!” Jason said, upon seeing it. It was pretty big, and graciously furnished. There was a dresser, desk, bookshelf, couch, a large, nice bed, and to Jason’s surprise, a television and guitar.
“It’s what you wanted for Christmas,” Rick explained.
“Thanks!” Jason shouted and jumped onto the bed.
It was there at the North Pole that Jason was raised, Ricky taking the place as his guardian. Jason used to call him dad, but after he was fourteen it seemed weird because Rick appeared to be only six or seven years older than him. Elves stopped aging when they turned twenty.
Jason enjoyed life at the North Pole, but often wondered what it would be like back home, for he hardly remembered anything from his past life. He told this to Ricky and Bryce almost every day. They promised him they would take him back someday. Today it was Jason’s twentieth birthday, and he knew it was well past time he returned home, to the real world.
“But Jason, we’ll miss you,” Ricky and Bryce both said.
“You’ve said that for ten years now. It’s time you get a perspective,” Jason told them, “hey, you could even come with me.”
“No, Jason. You know we can’t do that,” complained Bryce, “we have responsibilities.”
Jason rolled his eyes, “aren’t you tired of this? I know you’ve told me so! The same things happen ever day, over and over and over again. I know I’m tired of it! There’s nothing here!”
“There’s toys and candy and…”
Jason laughed sardonically, cutting him off, “that’s the thing! You don’t understand anything but toys, candy, happiness! In the real world, there are cars, money, school…which I completely missed out on, so I’ll never be able to get a job!”
“See! A completely logical reason to stay home!”
“But this isn’t my home!” Jason shouted, and, seeing the looks on their faces, lowered his voice, “I just want something more. I want to live life, experience what there is to be experienced! I hate being happy all the time! I just want to play my guitar and sing! There’s nothing else for me. I feel like I can do that better in the real world.”
“Why?” Rick asked.
“Well, for one thing, Christmas music got annoying a long time ago,” Jason said and they all laughed. “Please? Just let me go.”
“Well…”
“Oh, come on, let go of me! I’m twenty years old, I didn’t really want to go without your consent, but you’re leaving me with no choice…”
“Fine, we’ll go, I never liked being an elf anyway. What I really want to do is dance,” Ricky said, clapping a beat and doing some moves. They all laughed, unable to stop. They never could when Ricky started dancing.
“We’ll be just a little noticeable,” Bryce pointed out, serious again.
“No, I heard we go back to our human selves, when we were twenty,” Ricky said.
“You mean you were human before, and you just stopped aging when you become an elf?” Jason asked.
“Yup,” Ricky stated.
“Oh, ok…well, then, let’s go!”
“Right now?”
“Why not?”
“Well, there’s a…”
“Oh, go get ready,” Jason said with a smile.
The next day they were all ready to leave. Everything was in order, and the new Santa already picked. They said farewell to the people of the North Pole, and then set off on the sleigh. The reindeer could drive it home themselves.
In hardly no time at all, they arrived in Los Angeles, California. In the next two years, Jason met his mom again, became friendly with her, and cancelled all the kidnapping reports still in place. Ricky, Bryce, and Jason became accustomed to the world and learned the world’s ways, actually really loving it.
It didn’t take long until all three of them realized they loved music more than anything, and they could play it really well. Jason wrote lyrics, sang, and played the guitar, Ricky played the drums, and Bryce played the bass guitar. They wanted to share their gifts to the world; so they started a group and called it Lifehouse.
Before long they were discovered and a recording company signed them. They were a major success and they touched the lives of thousands of people around the world. The only problem was they couldn’t’ seem to find a guitar player that would stick with them for very long, because they were just too strange and goofy. Every Christmas they got to talk to Santa Clause and keep in touch with the North Pole. They asked if there was anyone willing to play guitar for them and one of their friends, called Ben, was nice enough to do it. Jason, Rick, and Bryce all knew he was the right one; it was fate. Sometimes Lifehouse even gets to visit the North Pole! Each time they go there, they perform for all the elves. Sometimes they don’t even sing Christmas songs. More and more elves have been inspired to come back to earth, thus the rise of short people!
THE END
LOL I just HAD to put that last line in there, since I'm always being picked on for being short ;D haha
Oh and bear with me, it's long
One very cold winter’s day, a little boy named Jason was sleeping soundly in his cozy bed. A cling and clatter stirred him from his sleep; he sat up and looked to the roof. He knew what was happening, because it was the night before Christmas! All through the apartment, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Sweet tones of jingle bells came to his ears, and he jumped up and ran to where the Christmas tree was held. He heard hooves pounding on the roof, and he frowned with a pout. How could Santa Clause come, when there was no fireplace? He sat on the couch with a glum look upon his face. “No presents this year,” whispered Jason, for they had just moved into the apartment a couple months before. His parents had gotten a divorce, and he lived with his mother, whom he very disliked. A tear slid down his face with the very thought.
“Hold up there, little boy! Don’t be so sad! Santa Clause is here, come to bring good wishes to all!” boomed a large voice. Jason gasped and jumped. There he was, standing in the middle of the room. He had popped out of nowhere, with not even a pop! Jason looked on, amazed, and a little bit glum, because Santa Clause was different than all the stories had said! His presence was vain, and his eyes quite alarming. His blonde hair was long, blowing wickedly in the wind. For the window was broken, and glass on the floor. A rope hung from the roof, landing on the window sill, threatening to blow in. Jason had not heard a noise, how could this be? But he could not think about that, because Santa Clause was here! He wad dressed in a red suit, with white trimming and fur, his boots came to his knees, and he wore a belt made of leather. He was skinny and tall; where was his belly? His face was bare with barely a whisker. He carried a huge red bag, slung over his shoulder. It was a wonder he didn’t fall over. He giggled and laughed, his face turning red. “Do not fear, it is I!” he said with a flourish. Jason knew he was Santa, traditions or no, and he ran up to meet him, spreading his arms. He gave Santa a hug, and got a pat on the back.
Santa whispered in his ear, “you’ve been a good boy this year, but I’m afraid none of these presents are yours.” Jason looked up in unbelief, confused. “But you will get the best gift of all,” he reassured him with a laugh.
“What is it?” Jason asked curiously, like a little boy should.
“You’ll see,” Santa replied with a wink.
He started to walk to the window, but Jason interrupted, “wait! You didn’t eat your milk and cookies!” he pointed to a countertop.
“Oh, yes, my favorite part!” Santa said and gobbled up the treats, licking his lips. “Now, we have a busy night!” He continued to the window, put one leg out, and turned back. “Are you coming or not?” he asked with a mischievous smile.
Jason stood there, astounded, looking dumb. Him, go with Santa Clause? He barely thought of it more, for he couldn’t contain his excitement. He bounded to the window, and climbed onto Santa’s back. They climbed up onto the roof and stood. Jason gasped; there was the sleigh, pulled by twelve magical reindeer!
“Get in,” Santa said, already walking to the drivers seat. Jason did what he was told and happily bounced onto the red velvet cushions. He’d never been so anxious before; he wanted to see the North Pole!
The next few hours, time flew by so fast he couldn’t even focus his eyes on a single thing! All he remembered were rooftops and flying reindeer! When they were going at a reasonable speed Jason asked what had happened.
Santa responded, “I was delivering presents, of course!”
“Santa Clause?” Jason asked inquiringly.
“Please, call me Bryce,” he looked down at him, winking.
“Oh. Where are we going now?”
“To the north Pole!” and with that they were off full speed. Jason watched the stars and clouds go by, amazed. It felt like he was flying. But then he realized he really was flying! He thought it must be a dream; this couldn’t be happening. He should’ve been at home, sleeping in his bed. But then he remembered how he’d wished he could get away from his mom, and here he was, away. It must be real, he thought.
In what seemed like five minutes, the sled slowed down and descended to the white land below. With a bang and shattering jolt, they landed and skidded to a stop. The reindeer huffed and stamped their feet. They were impatient to be fed. Santa, or Bryce, Jason remembered, stepped off the sleigh, and patted each reindeer. Jason looked around; all he could see was white, with snowflakes twittering from the sky. Strangely, he wasn’t cold, even though he was wearing pajamas. In the distance, he thought he could see a red and white striped pole sticking up from the ground. He realized this must be the North Pole, and jumped up and ran to it.
“Cool!” he shouted.
“Pretty neat, huh, kid?” Santa asked, coming to stand beside him.
“It sure is, Santa!” he met his stern eye, “I mean, Bryce.”
He laughed and put an arm around Jason’s shoulders, starting to walk. “I have a feeling you and I are going to be very good friends.”
In a short time, they came to a little village. It was very jolly, with garlands and wreaths hanging on all the small buildings. There was a huge, exquisite, Christmas tree in the middle of the square, covered in very generous trimmings! Sounds of music came to his ears. He could smell fresh-baked cookies, and feel the warmth in the air.
“Follow me, and I’ll show you the workshop,” said Bryce. Jason followed, his anticipation painted on his face.
“But what about the reindeer?” Jason remembered.
“They’ll be taken care of,” responded Bryce, reaching a door. He turned the brass handle and swung it open. Jason heard it before he saw it. There was a ruckus going on inside, with screaming and shouting, singing and laughing. It was extremely loud. There were toys everywhere, and still hundreds more being made by short, small people with pointed ears. They must be elves, Jason thought without a doubt. No one took notice of their entrance in all the hubble. He had never seen such a crowed, crazy place. They slowly made their way into the room, the elves too intent on their work to acknowledge they were there.
A busy elf scrambled past them, and then snapped back around, facing them. “Bryce! Finally, you’re here! Now I can have a coffee break. Man, were they worried! ‘Rick do that; Rick, do this!’ Enough of it, I tell you!” he pointed a finger at Bryce’s chest.
Bryce just laughed and lowered the elf’s finger. “Clam down, Ricky!” I was just picking up little Jason here. You know, the one we talked about?”
“Oh, yes, now I remember. Darn my memory, just lost me another evening,” he shook his head.
“Jason, this is Rick, the head elf,” Bryce gestured to the elf.
“Hello,” Rick said, suddenly cheerful.
“Hi,” Jason replied. The elf was short, like all of them, and had a shiny, bald head. Red hair was growing on his chin, and his ears came to points at the ends. His eye was intense, and Jason thought Rick might beat him up if he made him mad. But then he smiled and laughed, erasing Jason’s fears.
“Bryce, Bryce, Bryce… The things you get us into… I swear I’ll wring you for it someday,” Rick said, shaking his head again. Suddenly, Jason’s fears were back. Rick saw his face and laughed. “It’s okay, I’m only playing. Follow me, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”
“Staying?” he asked, a little scared.
“Yup, you’re one of us now, kid,” he said and winked.
“But my…”
“Listen, if you want to go home, we’ll take you back right now.”
Jason thought about it, feeling a little overwhelmed. He was only five years old, after all! He didn’t think his mom would miss him too much, and he liked the idea of toys and elves. He nodded and followed Rick.
He led him to the end of the room, down two hallways, and into a door. It appeared to be a regular house; only one factor gave away that it was in Santa’s Workshop. The ceiling was rather short; it was just right for Jason.
“This is my house, and this is your room.” Rick said, walking to and opening a door off the hallway to the right.
“Oh, thanks!” Jason said, upon seeing it. It was pretty big, and graciously furnished. There was a dresser, desk, bookshelf, couch, a large, nice bed, and to Jason’s surprise, a television and guitar.
“It’s what you wanted for Christmas,” Rick explained.
“Thanks!” Jason shouted and jumped onto the bed.
It was there at the North Pole that Jason was raised, Ricky taking the place as his guardian. Jason used to call him dad, but after he was fourteen it seemed weird because Rick appeared to be only six or seven years older than him. Elves stopped aging when they turned twenty.
Jason enjoyed life at the North Pole, but often wondered what it would be like back home, for he hardly remembered anything from his past life. He told this to Ricky and Bryce almost every day. They promised him they would take him back someday. Today it was Jason’s twentieth birthday, and he knew it was well past time he returned home, to the real world.
“But Jason, we’ll miss you,” Ricky and Bryce both said.
“You’ve said that for ten years now. It’s time you get a perspective,” Jason told them, “hey, you could even come with me.”
“No, Jason. You know we can’t do that,” complained Bryce, “we have responsibilities.”
Jason rolled his eyes, “aren’t you tired of this? I know you’ve told me so! The same things happen ever day, over and over and over again. I know I’m tired of it! There’s nothing here!”
“There’s toys and candy and…”
Jason laughed sardonically, cutting him off, “that’s the thing! You don’t understand anything but toys, candy, happiness! In the real world, there are cars, money, school…which I completely missed out on, so I’ll never be able to get a job!”
“See! A completely logical reason to stay home!”
“But this isn’t my home!” Jason shouted, and, seeing the looks on their faces, lowered his voice, “I just want something more. I want to live life, experience what there is to be experienced! I hate being happy all the time! I just want to play my guitar and sing! There’s nothing else for me. I feel like I can do that better in the real world.”
“Why?” Rick asked.
“Well, for one thing, Christmas music got annoying a long time ago,” Jason said and they all laughed. “Please? Just let me go.”
“Well…”
“Oh, come on, let go of me! I’m twenty years old, I didn’t really want to go without your consent, but you’re leaving me with no choice…”
“Fine, we’ll go, I never liked being an elf anyway. What I really want to do is dance,” Ricky said, clapping a beat and doing some moves. They all laughed, unable to stop. They never could when Ricky started dancing.
“We’ll be just a little noticeable,” Bryce pointed out, serious again.
“No, I heard we go back to our human selves, when we were twenty,” Ricky said.
“You mean you were human before, and you just stopped aging when you become an elf?” Jason asked.
“Yup,” Ricky stated.
“Oh, ok…well, then, let’s go!”
“Right now?”
“Why not?”
“Well, there’s a…”
“Oh, go get ready,” Jason said with a smile.
The next day they were all ready to leave. Everything was in order, and the new Santa already picked. They said farewell to the people of the North Pole, and then set off on the sleigh. The reindeer could drive it home themselves.
In hardly no time at all, they arrived in Los Angeles, California. In the next two years, Jason met his mom again, became friendly with her, and cancelled all the kidnapping reports still in place. Ricky, Bryce, and Jason became accustomed to the world and learned the world’s ways, actually really loving it.
It didn’t take long until all three of them realized they loved music more than anything, and they could play it really well. Jason wrote lyrics, sang, and played the guitar, Ricky played the drums, and Bryce played the bass guitar. They wanted to share their gifts to the world; so they started a group and called it Lifehouse.
Before long they were discovered and a recording company signed them. They were a major success and they touched the lives of thousands of people around the world. The only problem was they couldn’t’ seem to find a guitar player that would stick with them for very long, because they were just too strange and goofy. Every Christmas they got to talk to Santa Clause and keep in touch with the North Pole. They asked if there was anyone willing to play guitar for them and one of their friends, called Ben, was nice enough to do it. Jason, Rick, and Bryce all knew he was the right one; it was fate. Sometimes Lifehouse even gets to visit the North Pole! Each time they go there, they perform for all the elves. Sometimes they don’t even sing Christmas songs. More and more elves have been inspired to come back to earth, thus the rise of short people!
THE END
LOL I just HAD to put that last line in there, since I'm always being picked on for being short ;D haha
. I'd also like to know if anybody has an HD copy of Lifehouse at Pinkpop 2003. BY far their best concert ever