The Secret Pond – Chapter 6 – Abigail

Here is the last installment of The Secret Pond. I hope you have enjoyed this writing journey with me. I feel good about completing the story. I learned a lot along the way about myself and my writing style. Writing this story in installments every week as a “pantster” has been challenging for me. I found out that I could do it, but it isn’t where my writing strengths are. It adds an element of pressure for me to not only create it within a timeline but also have it well edited and ready to publish. I envy those writers that write with deadlines like these every week.

Chapter 6 – Abigail

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The Secret Pond – Chapter 5 – Sally

Chapter 5 – Sally

Sally was anxious to find out what Abigail thought of her special place. She took a big leap of faith to share her stories in the first place. It took even more to actually bring her here. 

When they arrived at the pond, Abigail stopped on the path next to Sally, turned around in a complete circle to take it all in. After a couple of minutes, she took a deep breath and gave Sally a great big smile. Sally felt a great sense of relief. She had finally shared the location of her special place with someone other than Lila.

“What do you think?” Sally asked.

“It is just like you described it in your stories. Very beautiful.”

“Let me show you where I do a lot of my writing,” she said and started walking on a narrow path through the trees that stayed pretty close to the pond.

They continued walking and arrived at a spot on the opposite side of the pond from where they started. There was a big red colored rock that sat about six feet back from the water. Sally climbed up on it, sat down, and put her backpack on her lap.

“This rock is made of red granite, the state rock of Wisconsin. I know, because I looked it up. Please come and sit with me Abigail,” Sally pleaded, “there’s enough room for both of us up here.”

Abigail walked towards the rock and climbed up next to Sally. The vantage point from there allowed her to see the entire pond. As they both sat there taking in the view, she saw the mama deer and her fawns across the pond walk up to the edge and take a drink of water.

“It is one of the best things about being here. The view is beautiful and it is so peaceful,” Sally replied as she took her notebook out of her backpack.

“The house is a very busy place,” Abigail said, “it has to be nice to have a place like this to come to.”

“It is. My mom likes the hustle and bustle and to show off what she has. She’s always inviting people over.”

“I thought they were friends of your parents’,” Abigail said.

“No. Typically they are either influential people in the area, members of the higher society, or they are just trying to meet my parents to say that they know them.”

“Do your parents have any friends that come to visit them?”

“Not really. Although, when the family comes to the house it is more of a visit than a party.”

“Were they the ones who stayed here over Christmas?” Abigail asked.

“Yes, those were my father’s relatives. My mother’s relatives will come and stay with us in the fall. After I leave for school.”

“Are you looking forward to going away to school?”

“In a lot of ways, yes. I don’t like living here. But I’ll miss the pond. And you.”

Sally reached over to give Abigail a hug. She felt Abigail’s body jerk away from her when she touched her. She pulled her arms back right away and put her hands in her lap.

“I’m sorry Abigail,” Sally said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“No Sally, I’m sorry. You just startled me. I’m not used to receiving affection. My mom wasn’t the hugging type, so I haven’t been exposed to it. Let’s try again.”

Sally nodded and reached around Abigail and gave her a hug. Sally felt her hang on a little longer than what she was used to with hugs from her own family. After Abigail let go, they both got resettled on the rock.

“Like you, I wasn’t very close to my mom. She was so busy trying to get me out of the house.”

“Why?” Sally asked.

“She thought I should be working on my future and not just sitting around. I think she didn’t want me to rely on her for support.”

“I know my parents financially support me. But I don’t even know who they are.”

“That’s really sad.”

“I’m afraid that when I move away they won’t even contact me. They will be too busy. The only contact I will have back at home will be Lila. And she was someone I created to keep me company.”

“The stories that you have written about her show your strength in creative writing. That skill will take you far at school.”

“What will you do when I leave Abigail?”

“I’m not sure. I have to talk to your Mom and see if she still needs me. Otherwise, I don’t know. Do you know where Claire went when she left here?”

“She went back to live with her mom and dad. Her mom was pretty mad at mother after Claire left.”

“Why?” Abigail asked.

“Since her mom was friends with my mother in college, she assumed that my parents would have been more generous with their money. Claire’s family is not very well off. Instead of sending her to school, they had her come work for my parents. The idea was for Claire being my nanny, that my parents were going to give her money for to get her education.”

“What gave them that idea?”

“I think they agreed to it before Claire came to live here. Then mother decided not to do it.”

Sally hoped that things would go better with her parents and Abigail. But she didn’t have good feelings about it.

“I don’t know where I will go. I don’t know where my mom is. And, I don’t think I want to go back to Superior.”

“You should go somewhere and teach. You are a good teacher. I hope that you do something that you like with people who love you, like a family. You deserve that.”

“So do you Sally.”

“I’m going to a place where I’ll meet some new friends and find some new things to do. You won’t have that unless you leave here.”

“When I took the job, I saw it as a great opportunity to grow and do something I love, to teach. And that working for a rich family would give me a great place and connections to grow successful from.”

“I’m afraid that my parents may not support you the way you want them to, Abigail.”

“You are right Sally,” Abigail replied, “my true future may not be found by staying here.”

The Secret Pond – Chapter 4 – Abigail

I love the moments when you find writing inspiration in random places. When I logged onto my WordPress account yesterday, there was a post on my reader called A Rare Moment in the Woods from a blog called Sunny District. The next thing I saw was a beautiful photo of a deer in the woods. Here’s the link to it A Rare Moment in the Woods I was struggling a little bit with what to add to this week’s segment and the photo from Sunny Disrict gave me just the inspiration that I needed. Thanks Bipasha, a lover of all things pretty.

Chapter 4 – Abigail

Abigail watched as Sally left the library and headed up to her room. They decided to meet in the garden at 2:00 PM to give them each a chance to eat lunch and change clothes. She gathered up her things, including the copy of Great Expectations, and headed towards the carriage house. She was excited to finally see the place that Sally always talked about. Even though Mrs. Baxter had a large household staff, she seemed to keep Abigail busy with many other tasks when she wasn’t tutoring Sally. So she never got a chance to just walk around and explore the grounds.

Another thing she was wondering about was how Sally and Lila would interact with her around. Abigail knew when she had her own imaginary friend, Alice, she didn’t share her with anyone. She wrote about her and their adventures in the leather bound diary that she kept hidden under her mattress. She would only talk to her when she was alone in her room. Sally was a lot more open with Lila. Abigail felt honored to have Sally share their experiences with her.

Abigail grabbed a light jacket from her closet, not sure if she would need it or not, left the carriage house, and walked out to the garden. She saw Sally dressed in her yellow rain coat carrying the light green backpack walking towards her. They met each other at the elephant shaped topiary in the middle.

“Ready?” Sally asked.

“Let’s go,” Abigail replied.

They walked together to the back wall of the garden.

“It’s good that you brought a jacket,” Sally said, “it can get pretty chilly in the woods.”

“Is Lila with us?” Abigail asked.

“No silly, she is already in the woods. She didn’t want to wait inside for me to finish with school.”

“Will she meet us there?”

“Maybe, but she might be exploring. She does that a lot.”

“Without you?”

“Yeah, I can be too busy in my own world for her sometimes.”

As they walked behind the back wall of the garden, they arrived at the beginning of the forest. Ahead of them was a opening in the trees about three feet wide. A worn dirt path is what met them there. It wasn’t a fancy one put there by the Baxters.

“I’ve always seen the woods from the house but never knew there was a path back here.”

“I found it while I was playing back here one day. The day that I met Lila. She showed me all of the cool places.”

“How did the path get here?” Abigail asked.

“I don’t know for sure. One of the maids said that my grandfather spent a lot of time in these woods. Maybe he made the path. I don’t dare ask my mother and father about it. They will probably make me stop coming back here if I do.”

They started down the path and were swallowed up by the trees. Abigail could feel an immediate chill from the shade created by the trees and was glad that she brought her jacket. After walking in the woods for a few minutes, they came upon a clearing on the left side of the path. Sally and Abigail suddenly stopped when they saw a doe, just standing there looking at them. Next to her were two little fawns.  

“The mama always watches us when we are here,” Sally whispered.

“She is making sure that we aren’t going to hurt her or her babies,” Abigail added.

“My family owns all of this property. I think Lila and I are the only ones who come back here now. The animals should feel safe here because we won’t hurt them.”

“Is this what it is like back here all of the time?”

“Like what?”

“Quiet and peaceful.”

“For us humans yes. For the animals and insects, it is busy. We don’t always hear all of the things that they do day to day.”

They continued down the path. The property seemed to go on for miles. Abigail couldn’t believe that all of this was back behind the tree line that she saw from the carriage house window every day. The sounds of their footsteps on the path broke the silence of the woods. After a few minutes, Sally stopped and pointed to a spot ahead of them.

“We need to watch where we are walking now. Gloria just had her babies over there and they may be out of their nest.”

Abigail followed Sally as she walked carefully down the path. They came up to an area with a bunch of trees surrounding a pond. Sally turned to look at Abigail with a smile.

“Welcome to the Secret Pond,” Sally said proudly.

The Secret Pond – Chapter 3 – Sally

Even with the editing and reworking of the story line that I’m doing, writing the story as I go is challenging for me. I don’t know if you have heard of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo.) If not and you are a fiction writer, you should check it out. They have events throughout the year, but their annual event occurs in November. I won in November 2015  by writing at least 50,000 words during the month. It lead to me having a rough draft of my second middle grade novel, The Bully’s Way, done and ready for first round edits.

While participating in NaNoWriMo, they have two categories that writers tend to fall into and it is based on how they create their works. Some writers are known as pansters (ones that write by the seat of their pants) and others as planners (ones that outline and plan what they are going to write). I tend to be more of a planner, but do some of my initial work as a panster. A true panster may have better luck at writing this story the way that I am. Thanks for hanging in there with me guys. It has been challenging, but a good exercise for me to battle through.

I need to remember that I am writing for me first. I want people to enjoy what I write, but that can’t always be my motivation to type the words and create the stories. Even though the writing journey may be challenging, it also needs to bring out my passion to write for me and my readers.

Chapter 3 – Sally

When Sally got back to the house, she ran up to her room. She could hardly wait to write about her adventures with Lila today. From seeing the turtle to finding a nest of baby warblers. The mama bird had the nest hidden underneath the low hanging branches of one of the jack pines in the woods. Sally decided to look up some information about warblers and found out they are endangered birds. She decided she would keep an eye on and take extra care of them. 

She took out her yellow notebook and started to write. She took what actually happened and added some of the story she created with Lila’s fairy character. 

Lila wanted to go and see the unicorn so bad today, but it was a little far for us to go with the chance of rain popping up all afternoon. I told her we would try to get there sometime this week. Then we started talking about the turtle.

We went to the pond last week and learned that we had a new neighbor move in. There was a snapping turtle swimming in the pond. We named her Gloria. When we walked by her today, she was in the process of burying the eggs she just laid. We waited on the path far enough away from her to not startle her. She stopped for a moment to make sure we were just watching and continued to build the protection around her eggs. We are so excited to see the babies after the eggs hatch.

Sally closed her notebook and placed it on her bed. She thought about Lila and was feeling sad about having to leave her when she went off to school. Coming to school with her wouldn’t be what Lila would want, but Sally didn’t want to leave her here alone either. She didn’t want her to feel the loneliness that she felt for such a long time.

She loved to share her stories with Abigail. Maybe Abigail could take care of Lila while she was at school. Sally thought maybe she could bring Abigail to the pond and show her around? Sally had always seen it as her secret place though, and didn’t know if she wanted anyone else to know about it. But something told her that she could trust Abigail.

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The next morning, after getting dressed and grabbing her backpack, she went downstairs to the family library where she and Abigail met for her lessons. The room was located at the end of the hallway and was two stories tall. It  was one of the tallest rooms in the house with the walls lined with shelves and filled with books from floor to ceiling. It was decorated in rich dark browns and reds. When Sally walked in, Abigail was reading a book at the long wood table in the middle of the room.

“Hi Abigail. What are you reading?”

Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickins.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s pretty good. It was one of the books here in the library. I’ve been picking one out of the collection each week to read.”

She stood up from the table and closed the book.

“Should we get started?” She asked.

“Sure,” Sally replied.

“I thought we’d would start with math and get your least favorite one out of the way. Did you fill in those tables I gave to you yesterday?”

“Sure did. Stayed up pretty late to get them done.”

“Let’s see how you did.”

Sally nodded her head as she pulled the paper out of her folder and handed it to Abigail. She took out her red pen and began to touch each of the squares with it as she checked the numbers. Sally held her breath until Abigail was done.

“Looks like someone is finally getting the hang of this. Nice job Sally. Now I’d like to give you some problems to solve using the information in these tables.”

“O.k.,” Sally replied.

They both sat down next to each other at the table and Sally started working on the problems that Abigail had given her to do. After about an hour, Abigail sat back in her chair.

“You have really started to retain this information. That will be enough math for now. How about you read one of your stories to me?”

“O.k,” Sally replied and pulled her  yellow notebook out of her bag, “I’ll read you the one I wrote yesterday by the pond.”

“What pond?” Abigail asked.

Sally stopped. It was her secret pond. She wasn’t sure she was ready to tell anyone about it yet. She did think about telling Abigail yesterday though. Then she sighed. She had to tell her now.

“There’s a pond back by the stone wall in the woods. It is a secret place that Lila and I have been going to on our adventures,” she replied, sounding a little defeated.

 “I kind of wondered where you wandered off to after our sessions. Is it someplace that you can take me to? I would love to see where you and Lila explore.”

“I guess I can do that,” she replied starting to perk up.

“How about after our lessons today?”

“Sure,” Sally replied, kind of excited to share her secret place with Abigail.

“So, are you going to share your story with me?”

“Yes,” she said.

Sally opened up her notebook and started to read her story about Gloria. She hoped that Abigail would see her when they went to the pond today.

The Secret Pond – Chapter 2 – Sally

Hope you liked the book review last week. I really enjoyed reading Nellie Nova Takes Flight. I’m looking forward to see what adventure Stephenie Peterson has Nellie and Niles embark on in her next book. I’m glad to see such a good response to the post too.

Rewriting The Secret Pond has been an experience in editing. When I added more storyline and background to it, I noticed that my writing skills have definitely improved over the last year. What I originally wrote may have been my best at that time, but now I can see the things that can be changed to make it even better.

While working through my editor’s notes for The Hard Way, she pointed out a narrator Point of View (POV) change. It happens when the story is being told from one character’s point of view and then changes to a different character without any notice for the reader. It is an easy mistake to make and it can create confusion for the reader.

While rereading, The Secret Pond, I noticed that some of the story is told from Sally’s POV and some from Abigail’s. The story starts as Abigail’s, so if I want the narrator POV to change, I’ll have to show it changing. There are a couple of ways to do that. One, I can break it out into separate chapters and label them by who is telling the story. Or, I can choose one character’s POV to tell the entire story from. You will soon see what way I chose to go.

Chapter 2 – Sally

As she was running away from the house and down towards the woods, Sally felt a misty rain against her face, but she didn’t mind. She was going to her favorite place, her secret pond. Sally arrived at the edge of the woods and started down the path. 

The pond was in the middle of dense woods at the back part of the property that surrounded her house. Sally discovered the pond a couple of years ago while she was playing outside. She looked towards the woods and saw a path leading right into the trees. Her curiosity got the best of her and she started following the path. After cautiously walking for a couple of minutes, she saw a whole army of miniature frogs on the path ahead of her. They were frantically hopping in all directions to get out of her way as she walked towards them. She had such a hard time trying not to step on any. Just around a small bend in the path, she saw a beautiful pond off on her right. It was surrounded by the dense trees which kept a lot of the outside light and sounds out. It was so quiet in fact, that she could hear the sounds of the creatures in the pond singing their songs. 

Sally always visited the pond by herself. The adults didn’t have any time to spend with her, let alone visit the pond. She almost asked Claire to come with her one day. Sally smiled when she thought of Claire. She was the perfect nanny. She loved children and it showed as she treated Sally like one of her own. She moved into the Baxter’s home just after Sally was born. Sally’s mother wasn’t made to be a mother, but needed to have a baby to provide an heir for the family fortune. 

As she was growing up, Claire was her only playmate. Her mother didn’t believe in play dates. She was too busy being a part of high society to have any time to hang out with other moms. The Baxters hired people to take care of those tasks. So when Claire was busy, Sally had to entertain herself. She loved to read and played for hours with her friends, ones she either read about or created in her head.

Sally decided that she wanted to have one of her imaginary friends share the secrets of pond with her. Lila was a fairy that Sally met at the secret pond in one of her stories. She knew in her heart that Lila wasn’t real, but she needed to pretend that she was. The loneliness was eating her up inside. Living so far away from the city, she didn’t have a neighborhood of kids to play with. So, Lila became the ultimate playmate for Sally.

Just before Claire left, her Mother talked about sending her off to a special school. She explained to Sally that was why Claire had to leave and Abigail was coming to live at the house. She was going to be the tutor to get her ready for the school’s very challenging assessment exams. Sally wasn’t sure she wanted to go away to school, but knew that it was probably best. She felt that her parents didn’t have the time or interest in raising her. It would also give her the opportunity to meet kids her own age and find a more normal life than what she was living now. 

She lowered the hood of her rain slicker onto her back. The dense trees kept the mist out of the forest. As she got closer to the pond, she heard what sounded like a stone being dropped into the water. Walking down the path to the water’s edge, she saw a turtle swimming in the pond.

“What do you think of that, Lila?” Sally said out loud, “We have another friend living in our secret place.”

She thought it was probably the same turtle she saw laying eggs along the path last week. Seeing some baby turtles in the pond would be a lot of fun. Her and Abigail were talking about animals and creatures who lived in the woods. As a matter of fact, just today Sally learned that tadpoles were baby frogs. She was going to look and see if she could find some tadpoles in the secret pond.

Sally knew she would miss coming here once she left for school. But the bigger problem was what would Lila do after she left? Sally knew that Lila liked it too much at the country house to move anywhere else.

By choosing to write the story this way, I can bring in both what Sally is thinking and what Abigail is thinking and let them tell the reader themselves. Multiple points of view is an effective way to write, but adds a few more things to keep track of. Let’s see how it works going forward into Chapter 3 next week.

The Secret Pond – Chapter 1 – Abigail

Chapter 1

Abigail Watson grew up in Superior, Wisconsin. Her Dad drove one of the big oar boats on Lake Superior for many years. One day, while loading the boat in Sioux Ste Marie, he got into a fight with a man over a card game. When the boat left port the next morning, he rode home in the infirmary in pretty bad shape. He died in the hospital a few days later.

Abigail’s Mom, Marie, decided that Abigail wasn’t going to sit around and watch the world go by, so she started looking for things for her to do. She found Abigail work as a waitress at the Superior Diner for a while and then helping Mrs. Dennison, who lived down the street, with household chores and tasks. But those jobs were just busy work for Abigail. They were not helping her to move out of the house and be able to live on her own.

Smart in school she was. She finished all of her high school classes by the time she turned 16. With diploma in hand, Marie decided to find her a tutoring job. She heard that the Baxters, a rich family who lived outside of town, would be sending their young daughter  off to boarding school. They would be needing someone to tutor and get her ready to go. She thought Abigail could be the person to do just that. She hoped that if Abigail could get in with the Baxters, they may be able to help her daughter find success.

Abigail met with Mr and Mrs Baxter and was hired on just after the nanny, Claire Baker, left in January. Claire had raised Sally from birth, but could not teach her the subjects that Sally had to learn for school. Abigail had sent her mom letters once a week after she got settled there. For the first couple of months, she received replies from her and it helped her to not feel so homesick. Abigail got busy and started writing less but still wrote from time to time. The replies slowed down and then stopped all together.

To celebrate her second Christmas with the Baxters, she decided to send a Christmas card to her mom. Even with all of the holiday parties that Mrs Baxter hosted at the house, Abigail still missed having her own family around her.

Just as the snow was melting and the brown grass was starting to show through, Abigail received a response back from Superior in the form of a small box,  but wasn’t from her mom. The address was was written in a different hand. She opened the box and found an enevelop on top. She opened it and it was a letter written by Mrs. Worthington, the owner of the boardinghouse where Abigail and her mom lived after her dad’s death.

Dear Abigail,

It is so nice to hear from you. Glad that things are going so well with you at the Baxters.

Your mom no longer lives here at the boarding house. She left here about four months after you left. I’m sorry dear, but I have no forwarding information from her either. I saved all of the letters that you sent after she left and kept them in this box, in case she came back. I want you to have them, since they are really yours.

Good luck to you Abigail. I wish you all the best.

Agnes Worthington

Abigail was glad to know that her letters did get there, but then became concerned about where her mom was. Not only because she missed her, but now where would she go? Where would she call home?

She glanced up at the clock on the mantle in her sitting room. Looking at the box and letters she had lost track of time. After putting the box on her nightstand, she quickly got herself cleaned up and ran towards the main house for dinner.

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Abigail climbed the stairs to her room above the carriage house after classes with Sally on a sunny April day. She was thinking about how her and Sally were a lot alike. She was also an only child, but didn’t have all of the things that Sally had. Abigail was going to turn eighteen next month and knew how lonely it was to not have any siblings or friends. She hoped that Sally was going to have the chance to make friends at boarding school. To help her escape the loneliness that she had felt for so long. Abigail knew how she was feeling. Lately, it was feeling worse for her, especially not knowing where her mom was.

The stories that Sally was writing showed the strength of her imagination. The adventures she came up with for her and Lila were things that Abigail wanted to do with a friend. She wished that she had one, but didn’t have time with all of the jobs her Mom was having her do. And once she moved in with the Baxters, she didn’t have a lot of free time, but she was so far out in the country away from other people, she would probably never find that friend to do things with.

Abigail looked out the window of the carriage house towards the garden. She saw Sally wearing her rain slicker, carrying her light green backpack, walking towards the woods at the back of the property. She always wondered where Sally was sneaking off to. Maybe one day, she would have to follow her and find out.

Moving Forward and Making Progress

After last week’s post, I felt pretty bummed out about how my writing has been going. I know that things have been really busy in my life lately, but when it comes to my writing, I felt like I was letting myself down.

When I was planning out what the subject of this week’s blog was going to be, it started to sound like more whining about how much time I don’t have to write. Obviously, this issue has been weighing on my mind a lot. Then I read the comments of another blogger who was having the same type of problem as me. Seeing that I wasn’t the only one, I decided to accept the issue I’m having with making time to write and just start making time to write.

I stopped, took a deep breath and thought about finding a small project I could start working on to get my brain back in the writing groove. I looked at the yet to be posted blogs for The Secret Pond and wondered what direction I could take it.

Over the weekend I read a post by a WordPress blogger that I follow, BeetleyPete. The post is called Archival neglect. It is about how we bloggers don’t seem to do much with our archived works. So, he decided to dust off some of his favorites, create links in his post and showcase them for his newer followers to see. Many of you weren’t following my blog when The Secret Pond was originally posted on BlogSpot. Only the prologue and first two chapters were posted previously. So, maybe I’ll rework these posts a little bit and repost them for you.

When I started this last year, it was hard to write the story in pieces on a weekly basis. As I reread through it yesterday,  I can see that it didn’t get the time and attention that it really needed trying to do it that way. I’ve learned a lot more about my craft since then, and I know that I can make it better.

So, here is the revised version of the Prologue of The Secret Pond. Originally published June 8, 2015.

The Secret Pond is inspired by the A to Z blogging challenge in May 2015 and the Morning Walk blog entry from June 9, 2015. This is the first installment.

Prologue

Abigail Watson lived in the carriage house at the Baxter’s country estate just outside of Superior, Wisconsin. She not only tutored Sally Baxter in her studies, she also helped Sally’s mom, Jean, with planning for the many events she hosted at their house. From teas, to lunches, and dinner parties, the house was always seemed to be a bustle of activity.

Sally’s parents were able to give her anything she wanted. But all she really wanted was a friend. Abigail was nice, but she seemed to be there more for her Mom than for her. Sally would ask Abigail to come and explore the grounds with her. She would always say she had too much to do. Just like her parents would say when she asked them.

Their school day was from 8:00 AM to noon Monday through Friday. They covered four subjects, English, History, Science and Math. English was fun and her favorite. Sally got to read stories and write about them. History was fun, she learned a lot about things that happened in our country. They were told through many stories written by the ones who experienced it. Science was o.k. She loved the earth science part and when they went outside to find insects and animals, but didn’t like having to learn about continental plates, weather patterns and theories. Math was the worst. Abigail just started teaching Sally about multiplication and division. Memorizing those math tables was just not working for her.

She seemed to get the best inspiration for her writing from the secret pond, probably because it got her away from the craziness of her house. The pond was located in the woods in the back part of their property. Sally loved to go there with her light green Dora the Explorer backpack, her stuffed bear, Clyde, her little yellow notebook and the pink Hello Kitty pen that actually wrote with pink ink. She loved to write stories about fairies and gardens.

The one thing that Abigail would do is let her read the stories she created in her favorite yellow notebook. Sally was so happy to have an audience for her stories. At the end of her school session, they would take time to let Sally read what she had written. As she shared her adventures with Abigail, Sally longed to have a friend just like Lila, the fairy who she wrote about in her stories.

Sally decided that she needed a companion. She was an only child living in a big house way out in the country, away from town. Her great-grandfather had done well in the shipping business. And the family continued to live in his house and off of the money made by his hard work. She was finding comfort in the imaginary friend she was creating through her writing. So, she changed Lila from a fairy in her stories into a girl, just like Triton did with Ariel in the movie The Little Mermaid.

They would go on adventures together in her stories and her imagination. One time Sally saw a movie with her Aunt Judy about a unicorn that lived in the woods that wound up saving the entire forest. Sally became inspired to write a story about how her and Lila met up with a unicorn.

She brought her books back to her bedroom after class. Looking out of her bedroom window, she saw the clouds building and the wind picking up. She grabbed her yellow rain slicker to keep warm and dry.

“Make sure you grab your yellow jacket, Lila,” Sally said, “we don’t want to get wet.”

And they headed out together to the pond.

This has been a lesson for me to make time for the things I want to do and not get so frustrated when I don’t. It is important to work towards the goals we set for ourselves and not let life get in the way as much as it does.