A little school story.

In class, we write stories about a certain theme. This theme was "takes place in historical event or place". I picked the 1904 World's Fair. This is a short story and maximum is two pages. Hope you enjoy and feel free to give me critiques.

Missing at the World's Fair

               By: Brusselsprout Head #12

    "Look at this display, Patricia!" I exclaimed. I turned expecting to see my younger sister standing behind me with her on her toes trying to get a look at the display of how syrup is made but my little sister was nowhere in sight. Patricia was nowhere in sight.

   I quickly spun myself to look all over the small exhibit room. Patricia could be anywhere. My heart told me she wasn't in the room. I exited quickly, trying my best not to run into people.  Once out, I  scanned the huge crowd and my heart sank. She could be anywhere in this crowd, worse anywhere in the fair.

   I was soon bustling through the crowds and around carts. The long dress, many undergarments, and the tight corset didn't help with my movement at all. Running through out the crowd was even more difficult as I kept stepping onto other ladies' trains or would get a feather in the face from the hats.  I kept also running past vendor's talking about their goods and I would almost stop for a second, allured.

   I was soon confused about my whereabouts and was scanning the crowd and buildings but unfortunately, I had stumbled across the "live people exhibits" and was now unsure whether the children I saw where my sister or not. "Patricia! Patricia!" I called over and over while walking past these exhibits, knowing these were my sister's favorites. 

   People now began to look at me like I lost my head and with all the running into I've done, I know I must look terrible. My corset was beginning to chafe and my long skirt must be caked with mud. Even though my appearance was terrible I wasn't going to give up. I needed to find my sister.

   Hope was beginning to fade and I was praying my sister would be alright.  "Elizabeth! Over here!"

   I turned happiness overflowing thinking it was my little sister. When I located the little girl it wasn't Patricia. Another pair over sisters where reunited and my heart sank.

   I passed a group when I heard somebody say in an aghast tone, " That's preposterous! They couldn't have run out of bowls this early! Oh how will they serve the ice cream?" Something clicked in my brain and I knew where my sister was. I headed off in the direction I needed to go.

 

   My sister's favorite treat was ice cream and she was looking forward to tasting the world class ice cream here at the fair. She had to be by the ice cream stand. I recalled the conversation we had earlier, " Oh, Patricia, look at this they have 'live people exhibits' here. It's where there are people as the exhibit and we learn about their culture from their home lands," I said to my sister while looking over the brochure we where handed. " Interesting!" My sister exclaimed." I can't wait to look at them, but, dear sister, when are we going to the ice cream stand? I want to taste all of the wonderful flavors they have, and I'm beginning to get hungry. " I brushed it off, originally thinking that it was just my sister doing her usual whining. Now looking back on it, it told me her location.

   When I arrived at the ice cream booth, along side the buildings that were works of art, I found Patricia at the front of the line paying out of the small clutch she carried. I rushed up to her and hugged her hard not caring that her corset was probably squeezing her to death right now. "Sister," she wheezed, " please let go of me."

     

   " I'm just so glad to see you, again." I said while releasing her.

     

      "Here you go ma'am. I'm sorry for the long wait , but we ran out of bowls and had to use waffles to hold them." The vendor said while handing my sister her ice cream.

   

      I immediately saw the thing he was talking about when he told of the thing made out of the waffle. It was shaped like a cone but you could tell it was made out a waffle.

 

     "Mm." My sister groaned. " This is absolutely wonderful! Here, Lizzie, try some." She handed me her ice cream.

       I grabbed it and took a lick of the ice cream and took a bite of the waffle shaped cone. "Delicious!" I squealed and turned to the vendor and said, " What shall we call this?"

 

      "The ice cream cone." He said after a couple of second passed, clearly thinking about it.

  

     "The ice cream cone it is." I replied, nodding. "I would also like one." I handed over my money. After receiving the cone, I grinned. I was filled with happiness, because I found my sister and got to taste a new creation.

                The End

Sorry if there is anything missing. 

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Hello. I'm brusselsprouthead also known as BSH. I'm currently writing a story and I'd love some critiquing. I.E. You need to describe somebody more, be more descriptive, etc. Alright lets begin.
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School. What do you think of when you hear the word school? Craggy old classrooms, teachers droning on and on, your classmates' antics, lunch period, or etc.? Now that you've got a picture in your head, imagine a school where 1804 seems new. Then put a very old, in fact old is used lightly, teacher that looks like she ate way too many cookies. I slightly turn my head to the left and I see my best friend, Leon, whose profile I can see perfectly. Shaggy firetruck red hair and a black streak across his zig-zagged bangs. His wonderfully sculpted face also includes a set of doe brown eyes and pale skin almost like a vampire. His body is lanky just like a cheetah's and he can fight like them, too.

"Miss Faira, maybe you can stop day dreaming and answer the question." I heard Miss Zuler bark at me, her voice snapping me out of my day dream. Miss Zuler never married and detests kids of all ages, which makes no sense to me since she teaches High school World History. "Um..." I murmured, " Can you repeat the question?" I heard some of the class snicker and Miss Zuler rolled her eyes, but in the corner of my eye I saw Leon shoot me a sympathetic look. " Leon," Miss Zuler once again barked, reminding me of a pit bull. " When did World War II begin?" Leon sighed then answered, "1939." Miss Zuler almost looking satisfied turned on her heel then started talking and didn't stop until the end of class.

When the bell finally rang, I was overjoyed until Tianna came my way. I prepared myself for a pithy comment. What would she so blatantly point out today? My hair? My body? My face? All of the above? Then hearing more footsteps coming my way, I once again joined brutal reality and saw the rest of the popular clique come my way. Tianna, the self-proclaimed head of the clique, was tall as a supermodel and just as skinny. On top of all of that, she has light blonde hair, baby blues, and wears skirts way too short and tees way too snug. I mentally visualized my head banging against a wall then managed to say in a slightly annoyed tone, " May I help you people?" Tianna replied in her soprano voice, " Yes we want you to go join a circus." Apparently, I'm bad at sorting jokes from badly made comments, because all of her entourage laughed. I shook it off then grabbed my backpack and hoisted it over my shoulder. I was just about to spin and leave when I heard Tianna say impersonating a baby's voice," Is wittle Fai storming out? Aww, how cute. " I was about to really hit my head on the wall when my instinct took over and I heard myself say, " Tianna, do you think I wanna here you squeak bad insults? No, just so your pea brain body can rest easy." Tianna looked stunned then she narrowed her eyes and said," You must want to fight." Instinct told me to run, but my body didn't respond. I watched in horror as I saw Tianna's fist come at me. I closed my eyes bracing for impact. A couple of beats later, I opened my eyes to see a tall figure holding Tianna's wrist. Looking up slowly, I saw firetruck red hair. "Leon." My head said.
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Sorry, its longer but that's all I had on this paper. According to my classmate, she thinks its wonderful while I think its terrible. Hope you guys liked it and the reason I didn't describe Faira is because its also from Leon's point of view and he describes her. It's quite longer ( I've been writing is for 3 hrs total and have 6 pages.) but this is all I could bring home. Thanks for reading!!