Midair

Before Asteria

Chapter 1 Brooklyn

Green. Staring. All my focus is on her eyes. I know I look stupid but I continue. My arms become exhausted. I can't hold her for much longer. I hold my breath, yet she just won't stop.
"Please surrender, it will help both of us." I beg.
"Oh, What the heck." I say quickly. I harshfully force my eyelids downward. A sense of relief rushed over me. I set her down. She did not want to be back on the floor.
"Oh, Buttercup! Stop doing that!" I squealed. Buttercup is my adorable puppy. She is only a couple months old. There were sometimes that I would get so bored that I would have staring contests with her. Before I knew it, she was licking my face.
I heard a sudden tap on my window. Ugh. I knew what it was. It was this old bird that came up to my window every morning. I never knew why, but it did. The bird was an ombre of black and navy blue. It had a crooked beak and only one leg. I felt bad for it. Maybe I should've helped it, but I didn't have the time. I had to get ready for my drama rehearsal. I had an idea. I creaked open my door and ran downstairs. I went to the cupboard in the kitchen.
On the top shelf I grabbed a bag of bird seed. I dashed back upstairs and carefully opened my window. I hadn't opened my window before, so it screeched a loud sound. I had to quickly stop and cover my ears. Then I continued to open the window. I peeked my head out of the window a bit. Then, I took the bag or bird seed and gently poured some of the seeds next to the bird. Immediately, the bird was gobbling away the seeds. I thought to myself, "I should give it a name." Its name is Gerald. I knew I was going to be late for my rehearsal so I grabbed the bag of seed; and then I saw something.
I saw a girl next door. She looked vaguely familiar, "maybe she goes to my school." I thought. "I'll check the yearbook." I quickly turned aside and on my desk was our new year book. I grabbed it and started looking through the classes in my grade. She was in Mrs. Gladstone's class. I knew I recognised her! I quickly put the yearbook away, just in case she saw me. I put my attention back to Gerald. Then I thought, there could be so many creatures in the world like this, but why don't we help them all?

Chapter 2 Georgia
It just didn't look right. It's now 9:00 am, and I have been working on this for 2 hours now. I deleted a picture of the leaning tower of Pisa and added a new one, with a sunset in the background. Better, but just not right. I shut my laptop and studied the stickers I stuck onto the top, which are all from different places I've traveled to. I love to travel.
I look up at the ceiling and think about my project. I'm trying to make a presentation for my family about all the places I want to travel to, but it has to be perfect. I spin around in my chair to face my window. I can see my neighbor in her room and it looks like she's reading, but she's sticking the book in the air. I always wonder what her name is. She goes to my school but isn't in any of my classes.
I get off my chair and jump into my bed with my laptop. I turn on Netflix and watch "A Series Of Unfortunate Events" (my favorite show and second favorite book series). After 2 episodes I eventually brushed my hair and teeth, and went downstairs to greet my, alreadyfedanddressedandreadyfortheflippindaycauseits10amdoingproductivethings family, which is my 2 sisters, (Zara and Cassie) who are both drawing, obviously Zara, (the oldest kid in the family at 17), has a bit of a more realistic tree than my 4 year old sister. I'm 13, and the one "stuck in the middle". my mom, who is doing the dishes, and my dad who is outside building our patio, are here too. Today's a lovely Saturday (as you can tell by the time), and how I'm not at school. I decided I want to go outside and help my dad, after I help myself...to a bagel.
After I ate breakfast and put my dish in the sink(my mom looked at me with a face that said "really Georgia, fine then whatever I'll clean it") and I put my red converse high tops on, (those are my favorite shoes) and my jacket, which is dark green. I also grabbed my water bottle and a snack for my dad, and I share, a box of Wheat Thins.
"Hey Dad," I say as I place the Wheat Thins on the table and pick up a stone.
"Hey frizzle," says my dad. That's the nickname he's called me ever since I was 4, and watched A LOT of "Magic School Bus". He says I remind him of the teacher, Ms. Frizzle.
I put the stone down on the clay he just spread. I pick up another stone and place it on the new spread of clay. I like to think of a sandwich: the first stone is the bread, the clay the peanut butter, and the stone I place is the other bread. A PB sandwich. Not a PB&J because I don't like jelly OR jam. After the last brick of the morning is placed, I walk inside and almost gasp out loud.