Chloe

media type="file" key="Deep Waters.swf"I am learning how to write pick-a-path adventures and publish them using PowerPoint!

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Step 4
Cross the loose ends in front.

Step 5
Make a simple knot, but leave the knot loose for the time being.

Step 6
Make another knot in the opposite direction, again leaving the ends loose.

Step 7
This is actually a close-up of the properly formed knot created in step 6.

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Pull the loose ends tighter, but leave them a bit loose to leave some form to the knot. If you pull the ends too tight, the knot will be unattractively small. If you like this look, adjust the tie against your collar and leave it untucked from your vest.

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Deep Waters……

As I wondered up and down the attic my eye caught on something, a tatty ripped cardboard box. I decided to take a sneak peek, and with that I took a look inside, and found nothing but some dusty old books. So with one blow the dust vanished into thin air. I hadn’t anything better to do, so I chose one of the books and started reading. It was one of my all-time favorites Nancy Drew, it was published along time ago in 1930, and that was 20 years ago. So it was an old one I’ve already read before. Nana loved Nancy Drew, so she had a big collection. I sill haven’t quite gotten over her tragic passing away, so to help me remember her I asked mum if I could sort through some of her valuables and keep something that would remind me of her glowing smile, charming manners, and that sweet, sweet scent of perfume I breathed in whenever she hugged me.

As I flipped the fifth page, heading onto the second chapter, I noticed a page had fallen out. I picked it up and got a closer look, it wasn’t a page… it was a photograph. There in the picture stood my mother, and my Aunty, Dulcie. But what was this? A third person? Whoever it was I couldn’t quite tell, because they had been teared right out of the photo. All I could see was one the persons arm; I flipped the photo over, all it said was Claire, Dulcie, and T….. I quickly slipped the photo into my back jean pocket, and headed down stairs wondering who this T person is. Terry, Tony, Tyler? All names of which I’ve never heard my mother mention before. “Hey mum, I found an old picture of you and Dulcie, there’s another girl too but she’s teared right out of the picture, and all it says on the back is T something Do you know who she might be?” I said, curiosity ringing in my voice. “Give that to me!” she replied with a certain edge to her voice. “Where did you get that from?” her voice lowering with uncertainty. “Uh, I found it in an old Nancy Drew book I was reading.” I said stammering a bit. “Well, I don’t know anyone with a name starting with T, and don’t remember anyone else at the lake, it was always just Dulcie and me.”

A sudden knock t the door had startled me. It carried on; finally I got up and answered the door. It was my Aunt Dulcie. “What a pleasant surprise,” I said with joy. Mum, who overheard me talking came down to the door shortly after, as soon as she saw her sister standing in the doorway, it looked as if she started to tense up a bit. “I was in town, and decided to pop in and say hi,” Said Dulcie. “But I would also like to talk to Claire for a bit Ali.” It sounded as if she too had a certain edge to her voice, as she spoke. “Where’s E….” before I could finish speaking Emma raced through the door, and tackled me over with big warm hug, “Ali Ali,” she sung, her precious little eyes looking into mine, and her skinny arms tightened around my waist squeezing me with delight, her light golden curls had grown almost down to her bellybutton, and was all over my face as well. “Please be my babysitter!” she shouted with longingness. “Em, what are you talking about?” Dulcie spoke before she had a chance to answer my question. “I’m sorry, but that’s just what I wanted to talk to you about.” Dulcie said to mum. “It’s just, I got asked to do a Painting for a show in Washington, and the only place I could think of that had some peace and quite was….. the lake. And I need a babysitter for Emma while I painted.” Mum, who was even tenser than before answered with a simple. “No! You won’t like it there anyway Ali, it’s got mosquitoes, and the weathers horrid, and so is the lake.” A certain edge to mums voice made me wonder, was there something else about Gull Cottage that mum and Dulcie know but just aren’t telling? Something bad even?

Shortly after the argument mum and Dulcie were having about me coming to the lake or not, dad came home. It took a lot of persuading and a lot of open-minded opinions, but in the end Dulcie finally got her way. All that mum had to say was, “I have a headache I’m going to bed.” She walked up the creaking steps, and just like before the sound grew louder, and louder, with each and every step. After I packed some of my clothes into my black and white leather suitcase, I left with Dulcie and Emma. Mum didn’t come down to farewell us claiming she had an awful migraine, instead we did our goodbyes up in her and dads bedroom. As I hoped in the car I noticed a blind in mum’s room flicker, maybe she was well enough to watch her sister take her only daughter away.

It seemed almost hours later that Dulcie said we were there. The car soon ended the smooth tar road, and bumped and rocked its way to a small cozy homey looking cottage. Gull Cottage I was guessing. After a long and sickening drive I jumped out of the car and let my long straightened hair blow widely in my face. Only stopping to pull hair out of my eyes, I raced Emma into the cottage who had just woken from her nap. Soon after we settled down for a good nights sleep. The next day was a dreadful raining nightmare; it was dark, cold, and wet. I was beginning to wonder if mum really was right about the weather being horrible. As I sat at the table eating my breakfast, I felt a my neck prickle as if someone was watching me through the darkness of the pines; which were a few meters away from the cottage. When I turned to look outside the window I thought I saw someone in the midst of the shadows, but whatever it was disappeared almost as soon as I saw it.

Moments later Dulcie came in holding Emma who was still just waking up, “I’m going to set up my studio, do you mind fixing Emma some breakfast?” Dulcie spoke as if she’d had a restless night. “Yeah sure thing, what would you like Em? I bet you want your favorite! Peanut butter.” I replied in an unusually high pitched voice. “I hate peanut butter, that’s for babies!” said Emma in a horrible tone, id never heard before. “You weren’t too much of a baby to eat it yesterday morning.” I said sarcastically. “Sissy doesn’t like peanut butter, and neither do I.” she explained in the same nasty tone. “Who is this Sissy girl anyway?” I asked. “She’s my best friend, and she wants to meet you too!” she said with a sneaky smirk. “Okay, show me to her then.” I said “Sure! Follow me.” She hopped off her chair and headed to the door, I followed. Tripping over broken twigs, stumbling over pot holes, and falling over uneven patches in the gloomy forest.

Peering over tall pines we made our way through the forest, we came into a clearing. There in front of us stood a little girl, older than Emma of course, she had wild messy and tangled curls, very skinny legs, and wore a fading blue bathing suit on her fragile bony body, which seemed to be the same fading colour of the fog surrounding the lake in the background. “Sissy, Sissy, Sissy,” Emma ran to her side and grabbed her hand. Sissy quickly jerked her hand away from Emma, in a nasty manner. “Don’t be so mean to my cousin, she’s only five!” I shouted at ‘Sissy’ with a hint of annoyance in my voice.

“You can’t tell me what to do, I do what I like.” Replied Sissy in a bad manner. She wore a sneaky smile on her face while she whispered something into Emma’s ear, so low I couldn’t make out what she was saying. While she whispered in Emma’s ear, I noticed that Sissy had something in her hand, and was keeping it high enough so that it was out of Emma’s reach, as she was eagerly grabbing at what looked like a doll. “Give it to me! Give it to me! You said I could hold her if I came!” Emma whined. “I didn’t promise.” Sissy sneered. “If you hop into the canoe ill let you hold her.” Sissy spoke with that same sneaky smirk I saw on Emma’s face earlier on. Emma hopped into the canoe before I could grab her. So I stopped the old canoe from going anywhere, and told her to get out immediately. “Stop Ali, Stop! You’re rocking the canoe; you’ll make it tip right over!” Emma whined, Tears dripping from her eyes. Sissy spoke before I got I chance to apologize. “There’s one more seat, if you’d like to come.” What could I do? Leave Emma with this strange girl she calls her friend? Or go with her? So not knowing what else to do. I hopped in the old canoe a little wobbly at first.

Sissy jumped in soon after rocking the boat a little, laughing as she watched Emma’s tormented face. She grabbed a single ore, and started to paddle us out onto the lake. It was quite hard to see with all the fog surrounding us, I could hardly even see Sissy or Emma who were both in front of me. “Take me home, I’m scared I want to see mummy.” Emma cried. “Do you know which way is home Emma?” Sissy laughed with amusement. Suddenly we stopped. I could just make out Sissy’s faded bathing suit and pale blonde hair. I saw no trace of the ore. Maybe she had laid it down in the canoe beside her. Sissy was the first to speak. “Emma do you want Edith enough to jump in the lake, and get her if I throw her?” “No, give her to me now.” Emma spoke through blinding tears. I’d had enough of this nonsense! I leaned over Emma, reaching for the Edith doll that lay in Sissy’s cold bony hand. I was too late… She quickly threw the doll into the lake with one swift movement. “Look what you made me do!” she yelled with anger in her voice. “I didn’t make you do anything, I saw you throw it.” I yelled back. As we were shouting, and arguing with each other like distressed siblings. I heard a splash. It was Emma!

She had jumped in after the doll. I couldn’t see her head, it had just disappeared under the thick layer of dark, and cold water. I jumped in as fast as I could. I searched hard for Emma, as the murky water stung my eyes. I swam and swam across the lake in desperate search of my missing cousin. My eye caught a glimpse of the bright pink rain jacket Emma had been wearing; I quickly swam with all my strength towards the bright jacket. I was soon holding her in my arms. Weighed down by our clothes we started to sink, but with the little strength I had left I swum towards what looked like the tipped over canoe, which was fading quickly in the distance. With the last push of my weak arms I clasped onto the canoe, and flung Emma into it. Spluttering, and coughing, she helped me get into the canoe as well. With no trace of Sissy, we sat there in silence the only sound being our breathe, as we slowly breathed in and out. With no ore, all we could do was wait.

What seemed like hours later, I could just make out an engine roaring in our direction. “Help, Help, Help!” We both cried, shaking with fear and cold. A few minutes later a man grabbed both me and Emma, and helped us both get into a boat. “Are you Alison Depton?” Asked the man, curiosity ringing in his eyes. “Yes,” I replied still shaking, mostly with cold this time. “Garry, it’s the girls from the radio.” He shouted at a large bald man steering the boat. “The whole town’s been looking for you two.” Spoke the man. He gave us some towels to wrap ourselves in, then poured some drinking chocolate from a thin thermos into two separate mugs, and gave one to each of us to drink. As the large man drove us back to shore, it seemed as though the whole of Webster’s Cove was there waiting for our arrival. “Emma!” Dulcie ran to hug Emma, wetting her face with tears. “You! Have some explaining to do.” She spoke directly at me. As if this was my fault! I was the one trying to stop her, and had no choice but to follow them into the canoe.

Shortly after we went home, Dulcie put Emma to bed who was exhausted from all the drama she’d been through today. And poured herself a coffee and a hot Milo for me. “Now, what on earth happened today?” Dulcie said in a low voice. I told her what had happened, everything that had happened. A sudden smash on the floor made me jump. Dulcie had clumsily dropped her coffee mug onto the floor. “What’s wrong?” I asked, clearly shocked by the sound in my voice. All that Dulcie said was: “How could that be? Teresa drowned in that same lake 30 years ago…..” And just by its self that comment made me think back to the same question I had asked myself earlier on; why didn’t mum or Dulcie ever come back to the lake? And what really happened the last summer mum and Dulcie came down here?.........

THE END

AS COLD AS ICE!!! We had just arrived in the ice cold rink. Me, my annoying brother, cool Aunty, and cousin were getting our skates on. Minutes later my dad walks in, rubbing his hands like a homeless guy. "Brrrr, it's cold in here," exclaimed Dad. You see Dads taking my Aunty Leanne out for coffee.

When all of a sudden, this horrible whining sound filled my ear. It was my cousin! "No! i want to come with you, i'm scared I'll fall over." Cried Lexi. You see it was her first time going ice skating. "Just leave her," said my Dad. "She'll get used to it." And so they left.

When they came back Alexis was laughing, and she said she really enjoyed it. She got the hang of it really quick too. After ice skating we went to get hot chips and a drink.

TITANIC People were ready to travel the sea, To have lots of fun, that was the key. But little did they know on April 14, 15 1912 of the danger they’ll soon be in. People were talking about the pleasant day indeed, It would be so great that people would plead. But hearts would be broken emotionally and physically.

Everybody hoped aboard, To cruise the titanic they thanked the lord. But the crew all yelled and let the warning go. Lots of people were saying goodbye on the ship, Realizing now of what they were going to hit. “Help help,” they cried as they hit the ice-burg.

The water rose up like a tsunami wave, And crashed onto the ship that people needed to save. Their future was made, and couldn’t be changed. People hugged and kissed their family, as they made the most of their day. Well aware that they were going to pay. Now that was about 100 years ago it still makes me cry, to think about that very tragic day.