A Summer Day.
This story is another story about the Florez family which I posted about in several posts, starting with this one.
“Who lives in a yellow house beside the sea? Rh-yan Flor-ez!” Rhyan came marching up the steps chanting her new favorite saying to the tune of Sponge Bob’s theme song.
“Ugh! Be quiet!” Jordan hollered from her room. “I’m trying to concentrate!”
Rhyan stuck her head into Jordan’s room and hollered crazily,
“Who’s being a pain and annoying me? Jor-dan-Flor-ez!”
“Argh!” Jordan’s well aimed pillow only missed because Rhyan had already left the doorway and headed upstairs still chanting and laughing.
Pearl, carrying an arm load of stuffed animals, exited her ‘Anchor Room’ just then. She slept with the twins but kept all her things in her own room. Because of it’s decor she called it the anchor room.
“Jordan.” She leaned in the door way, “Ana said to do the dishes soon.”
“Oh, ok.” Jordan mumbled then stopped and wondered, “Wait! When did she tell you that?”
“Oh, an hour ago.” Pearl head of unconcerned.
“Uh!” Jordan lept from her bed and went dashing up the steps. She passed Kate, who was heading down.
“Hey, Jordan!” Kate grinned, “I want to talk to you about something.”
“Is it important? I’m in the middle of a perfect story and I have to do the dishes.”
“No, it can wait.”
“Good, thanks!” Jordan dove up the steps and took the corner at twenty miles an hour!
She hopped into the kitchen and met Ana who was sitting at the island while typing on her computer and munching on apple slices.
Jordan dove head first into her work and quickly was thrusting dishes into their spots.
“Were you busy or did Pearl just tell you?” Ana wondered.
“Pearl just told me.” Jordan noted.
“Ah.” Ana answered, “Ok. And Jordan, please try to be gentler with the dishes.”
“Yes, sorry.” Jordan slowed her pace and quite banging everything or at least she tried to. Finally she was done and she fled to her room, closed the door, and slipped to her closet. She sat against the wall, snapped the door shut, and wrote till she could write no more.
At last she cast down her pen and exclaimed,
“There! My story is written! Now, just for a name.” But she had no ideas and eventually gave up and decided to take a break. Putting her note book down she headed to Kate’s room.
“Hey Kate.” She greeted as she slipped into Kate’s big, cozy room. It was piled with clean laundry on the chairs, a conglomeration of chords on the desk, and various notebooks, sketches, and electronics here and there.
“Oh, hey.” Kate pulled out her ear buds and paused the video she was watching.
“So, you wanted to talk about something?” Jordan flopped on the bed and curled her legs under her.
“Yep.” Kate closed her computer. “So Kaia and I have this great idea and we already told Annika and she loves it.”
“Ok.” Jordan answered wondering what her sister and two adopted cousins were up to next!
“So you know how they want Kaia, Annika and I to sing in the choir for church?”
“Well we decided you and Annika ought to make a song for us to sing! Then it would be uniquely ours! And here, look!”
She held up her ipod to show me a beautiful picture of our ocean.
“I want to make a video on the beach! I can learn so much editing doing it! Plus it’d be super cool! Here’s my plan, Kaia, Annika, and maybe I, could sing the song you and Annika make and I would video it! We’d have so much fun! Anyways you and Annika need to make up a song!”
“Well,” Jordan laughed, “I see I have no choice in the mater!”
“No.” Kate grinned, “We all knew you’d want to do it!”
“True.” Jordan yawned and stretched, “It does sound like fun!”
“Yah, I’ve been working on it!”
“Is that all you wanted to tell me?”
“Uhuh.” Kate lifted her computer lid, “I’ve been watching videos that tell about editing. I want to get some more watched before this evening. After we do our exercises and swim I’m always too tired to work!”
“I know it wears me out too. But sometimes I actually find it energizing to exercise.” Jordan noted.
“You would.” Kate laughed.
“Well, I’m going to go.” Jordan stood up and left, leaving Kate to her computers.
Jordan ran to her room, grabbed her bag, and stuck her notebook and a bag full of colored pencils inside. Then she ran to the basement and slipped out the garage door. Then She ran out and around behind the house. There was a long line of shell shaped, stepping stones. She hopped, one foot on the other out to her favorite spot.
Her favorites spot, or hidden spot, was a fish cutting tables. It was on the opposite side of the shower building and was usually was folded up on the wall. But it could be pulled down and was quite useful for chopping fish.
Jordan had discovered it once and used it often. No one ever thought to look for her there. If she heard them calling she would run around and sit on the steps. She would pretend she’d been there all along so no one ever found her in her spot!
She pulled the board down, climbed onto it and opened her bag. She pulled out her notebook and opened it too. Then in big letters she wrote,
“Do Not Disturb!!!”
And then, for special effect she wrote, beneath the original saying,
(Or death will occur!)
“There!” She grinned and carefully colored every inch of it in. She smiled at the bright, yet threatening, color scheme. Her siblings had better leave her alone when it was out!
She then turned to a new page.
So, she thought, to work on the song.
All she needed was a little inspiration.
She leaned back against the rough wood of the building and and closed her eyes. She listened for a few moments to the cries of the waves and the wind. Ah, there was her inspiration! A song bird had just started singing, that was all she needed, she opened her eyes and quickly scribbled onto the paper,
The song bird sings it’s happy song. I love to hear it hum!
I love to try and sing along, I love to hear it’s tune!
She closed her eyes and sang it to the tune of Amazing Grace which was the only tune she knew well enough to sing and not sound terrible. Grinning as she finished, she leaned down and scribbled the next verse.
Of course she knew the song would not be sung to the tune of Amazing Grace but it was fun to sing it anyway. With a glance at the sky she was hurriedly stroking her paper with more words.
The summer sun is so alive! It shines upon the ground!
It helps us all to survive and in it’s warmth we’re found!
She closed her eyes and dreamily quoted her poem grinning at each word.
Suddenly a voice from above her noted,
“Hey, you’re pretty good at that!”
“What!?” Her eyes flew open and Jordan starred face to face with a red-headed, brown-eyed boy. The next door house had a second story deck which was right above where she sat and he was leaning off the deck peering down at her.
Her first thought when she saw him was, Brown eyes and red hair? That’s an odd combination!
But her response was,
“What are you doing?”
“You come out here a lot. I was wondering what you’re doing.”
“How do you know I come out here a lot?”
“Duh, I see you.”
Jordan was’t sure she liked being spyed on.
“Well, in fact, I come out here to write. And see, read this”
She held up her sign and he leaned down and read it.
“Do not disturb.” He mumbled. “Or death will occur!” He exclaimed. “Would you really kill me!?”
She look at him with big green eyes. “I must always keep my word.”
“Well.” The boy sighed forlornly. “At least tell me how you’re going to do it. I deserve to know how I will die.”
Jordan though seriously for a minute then she spoke, “By drowning. I always thought drowning to be the worst way to die.”
“Then surely you won’t kill me that way!”
“Well, if you find it the worst way to die then why not be humane and not kill me that way?”
“Because I only kill for the worst offences. If I must kill it will be because someone is simply evil!”
“Oh,.” They both were silent.
“Of course,” Jordan added, “I would only need to kill someone if they killed a family member. For I would have to avenge their blood, I suppose really that is the only very evil thing someone could do.”
“So you won’t kill me?”
“No, like the Cherokee’s do I will only kill to avenge a death of a relative. That is, a relative I like!” Jordan stated solemnly.
“Are you Cherokee?” The boy was intrigued
“No. Besides I would never really kill anyone even if they had killed my relative. Hey are you Irish?”
“Yes! At least my Mom is!” The boy announced proudly!
“Ahh!” Suddenly Jordan had an awesome story idea, The Irish Fisher Man! She could just see him mending his nets!
“Well uh.. what is your name?” She wondered?”
‘ “Peter, what’s yours?”
“Jordan.. And Peter, would you please leave me alone I must write.”
“Well . . . “
“Especially since I spared your life?”
“I guess.” Peter thought that a fine enough reason, “But let’s talk later, I get to be here two weeks on vacation so we can see each other.”
“Ok.” Jordan nodded and bent of her notepad as he walked off.
She closed her eyes, pictured the story, then blinked open her eyes and began writing. Soon she was lost in the world of imagination!
In the midst of her peaceful writing Jordan, as usual, was oblivious to the excitement going on just inside her house.
To be continued . . .