A trip to Ireland
Written and illustrated by Abigail Brudek and Jasmine Meza
There were once two girls. The first one was named Jasmine and the second one was named Abigail; they were sisters and best friends. Jasmine was tall and skinny and had black hair; Abigail was tall also and skinny. They did every thing together.
One day Jasmine and Abigail were packing to go to Ireland. They packing only stuff they needed like cloths, money, toothbrushes, band-aids and accentual stuff like that. They were traveling on a plane. They lived in America and Ireland was so far away. It was important for them to stick together at all times.
“This is great the two of us together alone without our parents in Ireland,” said Jasmine. “ “When does our flight leave?” asked Abigail.
“It leaves at 3:00 p.m. and it is only 2:45 now”, shouted Abigail.
“Oh no worry the air port is just across the street,” said Jasmine calmly.
“Oh yeah I forgot,” there was a big swish as a plane went over the house.
“Yeah as if you can’t hear all the ruckus going over the house”, said Jasmine.
“Well you kind of get used to it. Well why are we standing here when we have a plane to catch?”
“I’m ready. All I have to do is put my jacket on and say good-bye to mom and dad,” said Jasmine as if no care in the world.
“Well me too,” said Abigail is a sassy voice.
“Well why are you getting sassy with me? Do you have a problem?”
“No…no….no…no…no…no…no…no.”
“Stop fighting. You two are going on a long trip together and need to get along.”
“Sure mom,” they both said.
Once at the airport Jasmine asked, “Miss is the plane to Ireland still here?”
“Yes, you better board quickly it will be leaving momentarily.”
Once on the plane Jasmine admitted, “I’m scared this is my first time being on a plain.”
“Well don’t worry it’s not like were going to crash,” said Abbie in a scared whimpering voice.
“Right, always think of the positives,” said Jasmine still using a small scared voice.
“Yea, yea, every thing is going to be fine,” said Abigail.
The plain was already flying and Jasmine and Abbie didn’t know the plain was flying they thought they were still on the ground. Then Abbie looked out the window, “We’re in the air! Are you going to puke?“ Abbie asked Jasmine as she was running to the bathroom.
Abbie suddenly spotted a tiny bug looking thing that was pink. Jasmine came and looked out the window and said, “Look a fairy.”
Abbie said, “That’s not a fairy. Fairies aren’t real.”
Then a voice came over the intercom, “Don’t worry we just wanted to fly a plane,” it was in a little high pitch voice. “As you can see we have others around us for back up.”
Jasmine jumped out her seat, “See fairies!” Every one got out there seats to leave, frightened that they might crash.
Then someone yelled, “The pilot is dead! WE are going to crash!!”
Jasmine calmly walked to the pilot’s seat and there she was flying the plane.
When they finally landed in Ireland they were the last ones to depart the plane.
As they did a strange vortex took the two girls to a place that sounded and looked weird.
Then they heard a strange voice. It was the fairy queen. She said, “Please come dine with us.” So, they did.
The table was extremely large (to the fairies) but small as a Barbie dolls to the girls. “May we be excused from the table?” the girls asked.
“Yes,” said the queen confused.
They had no choice to sleep over but they did not fit in the beds. Consequently, they broke the beds. They ended up sleeping on the floor.
While they were sleeping they heard a high-pitched scream that made them jump so high they almost hit there heads on the sealing. They became quiet as they intently listened for a noise, a squeak, anything. But nothing else happened.
Then they heard and saw an ugly fairy with a funny accent. It was so soft that they could barley here him say, “I looked in the princess’ room and she is missing.”
“What!” shouted the girls in surprise.
The king and the queen came running to the room, “Where’s our daughter?”
“How should we know?” answered the two girls in unison.
“I will call the groom,” replied the fairy male. He picked up the phone, dialed the groom and handed the phone to the king.
The groom had a hippie voice, “Hello, this is Joebob William Wiggles. Soon I will marry the beautiful princes,” he said proudly.
“In two weeks! I know.” her father said in an up set tone of voice. “Um, my daughter…”
“My fiancé,” added Joebob.
“Ok, your fiancé,” said the king a little aggravated now, “has been stolen!”
“What? How could she leave me like this?”
“I said she was stolen!” retorted the king.
“How can she get stolen like that instead of getting married to me?”
The king was so up set he hung up on Joe.
Joe was still talking when he heard a voice say, “If you like to leave message please press one. Please leave a message after the beep, beeeeeeep.”
Joe said something to the voice. (You don’t want to know what it was.) He thought it was an actual girl on the phone. He didn’t know the message was being sent to the king.
Meanwhile, at the palace “A new message has been received and what a sick message too,” said the phone.
The king listened to the message it said, “Hey good looking what’s cooking, because It mean it smells?”
The king yelled, “What?” Then he looked at the caller ID; it was Joebob. The king just shook his head and said, “Why, why me. Why, oh, why? I am doomed! I will have an idiot for a son.” The king got angry, “I will die before I see him become the king of MY kingdom.”
Just then Joe came walking up behind him and said, “That’s right when you die I will become king.”
The king fell face first on the floor in shock. When he got up he said, “That’s enough jibber jabber time to find my daughter.”
“Fine I will call a search team,” said Joe in a serious voice.
“No Joe we will find her,” said the king in a mad but calm voice. He seemed as if he was going to kick Joe, but he said it nice instead.
As they flew away to search for the princess Joe rode in a little first class chariot while many pretty pixies did his nails and hair.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WE MUST FIND MY DAUGHTER!” and then added, “YOU KNOW WHAT I DON’T EVEN THINK YOU SHOULD MARRY HER.” The king was very angry.
Finally, Joe got serious, “I’m worthy enough to marry her,” he murmured madly. While Joe was looking down he saw a huge foot print, “Do you think those footprints have anything to do with her kid napping? Maybe a dog got her.” Joe thought if it were a dog it was a big dog. Oh well, no matter he can’t do any thing to me. I will soon be married to the princess. Everyone will protect me, he, he, he, he. “Down, down, down below to that huge foot print,” Joe yelled out so everyone could hear him. His chariot went so fast that when they landed he felt like he was going to through up. He sat waiting for some one to say that he had found the princess in the huge foot print or some thing like that, but there was no noise at all. Joe got up and looked around. There was no one in sight. He got up, jumped out of his chariot, and started running around in circles. Meanwhile the others were following the tracks to a big huge cave. Outside the cave a sign read: BEWARE OF TROLLS! TROLL CAVE!!!!
Then they heard the princess scream and her grown. The king flew off as fast as he could; he flew right past Joe to the palace and ordered all the guards to surround the perimeter and to never leave their post even if the queen orders them.
All the guards went to their stations and did not move. They stayed at their post all night.
The next day the queen went to Abbie and Jasmine and said. “Please come with me to save my daughter.”
“Ok,” said Jasmine and Abbie in unison. The queen and the girls went straight to the cave. The queen shrank the two girls to her size with a remote she held in her pocket.
The girls now being fairy size went in the cave very quiet. In the cave they heard tap dancing and sing, and, “OW stop that!” It was the princess!
“They’re HUGE!” yelled Jasmine. However, none of the trolls saw them because they were so small
“My daughter is right there,” said the queen. “What? Who is that boy she is flirting with?” the queen asked rather snappy.
“All I know is that it is not Joe, but on the other hand he is much cutter than Joe.”
The queen walked over to her daughter and said, “What are you doing here? Are you ok?”
“Yes, I ran off with them became I don’t want to marry Joebob. I want to marry him; the troll prince.”
“Who will marry Joe?” asked Jasmine.
“I have a pixie friend who might like him,” Shrugged the queen.
Joe did marry the beautiful pixie.
And the fairy princess married her troll prince.
They lived happily ever after.
The End
