The Terrible Twins Chapter 3: Updated

Sorry this is so late. (For Chapter 2, click here.) Thanks for your patience!

Melissa stared as Mrs. Grouchre thumped down the hall. Then she jumped on top of Meredith. The poor victim yelped in pain, screeching, “Why’d you do that?”

Melissa pointed out the window at Mrs. Grouchre. “Cause I’ve got that grouch to catch. That’s why!” Melissa hopped down, while stepping on her sister’s foot. “Now are you coming or not?”

Meredith looked on from her seat. “Where?”

“Down the hall. Where Mrs. Grouch went.”

“I don’t know, Melissa. This sounds sort of risky,”

“Oh, I get it. You’re scared of Mrs. Grouchre!” Melissa yelled.

“Am not, and I’ll prove it!” her sister retorted.

Melissa sighed. “Ok, ok. You can come. ” A huge grin on her face, Meredith tip-toed down the hall. Both girls safely dodged all of the camp counselors, except one. They were passing the camp clinic, when an older gentlemen stopped them.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. Meredith suddenly clutched her ankle.

“My sister, Mimi is hurt. I came here to get a band-aid.” Melissa narrowed her eyes and said, “You do have band-aids, right?”

So, the man handed “Mimi” her band-aid, and let them pass. When the twins arrived at the door Mrs. Grouchre had gone in, they stopped. “Oh no! How are we ever going to get in?” Melissa gasped. Meredith laughed at her sister’s sarcasm, and ripped down the sign.

“Done that. Now what?”

“Open the door,” Melissa replied, with a cruel grin. “I dare you.”

To be continued…



Archery: Mistake Or Best Decision Yet

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I’m not sure what I was thinking. I’m not sure why I did it, but I ended up with a bow and arrow. Yep, a bow and arrow. A real one.

I was on a shopping spree with my mom when my dad suggested I buy one. Suddenly, that bow and arrow was all I wanted. I could just picture it- an Allison version of Merida.

So we went to Sport’s Authority, and talked with a guy in the outdoor department. He explained that I was smaller, so I’d have to go with a smaller bow. Picking out two, he then explained why he recommended them.

His last suggestion was that I go home and research the best one. Researching? I thought. No way. But my mom seemed to share a different opinion.

“We can come back,” she reassured me, as we walked away. The urge to buy it kept poking at me. Hmmm….

At last, I dashed back to the rack of weapons, and grabbed my favorite bow. “Mommy, I think I’m gonna get it.” I paused before continuing, “Do you think I should?”

“I think if you like it, you should get it,” she answered with a smile. So, confident it was the right choice, I brought it home.


Last Sunday marked day one of my archery career. I truly did find it entertaining, but of course, was no Merida. I haven’t hit my ladder-with-a piece-of-cardboard target yet, but plan to. And my dreams of being Merida aren’t over yet.

Not yet.