Casey's Book (and room)

 

One day I will look back on this post and probably laugh harder than I am as I'm typing it.  Miss Casey wrote a book at school.  It's near the end of second grade and it's a doosey.  I have no idea what other second graders are doing as far as writing.  I'm sure some are very gifted and skilled readers and writers and I am not re-typing her book for bragging or comparison purposes.  I just found her writing style completely hilarious.  I think looking back at this one day will be entertaining and I love to imagine what she will be doing in her schoolwork in years to come.  I've tried to keep (within reason...because girl can pump out the artwork and crafts with some serious speed and then smack on some emotional attachment to it) most a lot of her artwork and schoolwork from as early as when she was in daycare.  Out of all the work from the second grade, this is one that I don't want to get lost among the archives of Works-de-Casey stashed in the basement.  And I think our families might get a kick out of her little story, so here it is.

The Haunted Mansion

by Casey Wise

 Chapter 1

Ivy, Tony, Lucy, Bella and Alex were on vacation.  They were going to Paris! 

"I see the Eiffel Tower!" said Ivy.  "Cool!" said Bella.  Beep!  Beep!  Beep! "We are landing," said the captain.  "Yay!"  "Yippee!" everyone said.  Finally they were off the plane.  Ring!  Ring! went Ivy's phone.  "Hi!  Uh.  Uh.  Ok!  Bye" She said someone called to say to go to the woods of Paris!  "Wow!  Legend has it that there is a haunted mansion in the woods of Paris", said Tony.  "Wicked!" said Alex.  "Can we just go ......." said Bella.  So they went.  Soon, they were lost.  "Ok, we're lost," said Lucy.  "No we arrrrren't," said Alex pointing at a big old black house.  All their mouths dropped open except for Alex who had a sly grin on his face.  "Let's go in," Lucy said.  "No!" Ivy said.  But everyone else was gone!

Chapter 2

Ivy ran into that house.  Everybody was just staring at her.  Red in the face Ivy said, "Ok, let's explore this hunk-of-junk."  The door slammed shut behind them!  And a note was taped on the door.  It said:

Hello fellow people.  So splendid to see you in my trap!  There are traps everywhere in my house so BEWARE!  And you'll be lucky if you get out of here ALIVE! - Miseur Pane.

"Aaaaaaaaawwwww!" they screamed.  "Ooookkaay," Ivy said in a shaky voice, "Let's go in the kitchen."  Ivy took a step forward and the floor opened.  "Aaaawww!" they screamed.  Down they falled.  Bam!  They hit the floor.  "WhWhWhWhere are we?" Lucy said.  "Hey!  Look - a door with a note?" Alex said.  "Can you read it?" Lucy asked.  "Ok" Ivy said.

Chapter 3

Hi!  My first trap complete!  Surprises await you in here! Kind of a movie.  Kind of a story.  But mostly werewolves. - Miseur Pane. 

 By now there were in the room seeing a werewolf movie.  "Wow," Ivy said creepily.  "Look!" said Tony, "The movie is ending!  Let's go to a different room now."  "Good riddance!" they all said.

Chapter 4

Just then, Rumble Rumble. "What's that?" Lucy said.  Then the whole top of the house came down!  Bam!  Then they ran.  They ran as fast as they could out of the woods but right under the Eiffel Tower stood a man with an eye patch.  Then, in mid-air, he was gone.  But a note was in his place:

Lucky!  Lucky!  Lucky!  You got out!  For I was Miseur Pane!  Ha!  Ha!  Good-bye! Ha!

The End

I never promised literary greatness here, but I just love how this girl's imagination is constantly in overdrive.  She is always telling a tale or planning the next big thing and I hope this is something that never changes about Casey.  Not only will I probably get a good laugh at all her dialogue and the use of adjectives in this little story, but I think Casey will enjoy reading it one day as well.

 

When miss Casey isn't drawing, reading, writing or asking to play on the computer, she loves to hang out in her room.  Apparently 8 is the age where a little girl's room becomes her sanctuary.  With a big old sign that says something like No boys or little sisters allowed.  One day recently I went up to her room and the usual level of disorder and messiness had multiplied.  Honestly, it's not like I'm absent from that part of the house from days on end or anything, so I'm not sure how it happened but it was like the movie Gremlins.  Shit just multiplied.  Everywhere.  I told her to stop what she was doing and start cleaning the landfill formerly known as her room up.  And when I returned to see she hadn't even put a sock or a Polly Pocket away I may have thrown a bit of a temper tantrum.  It wasn't pretty and I think she might have been a little scared.  I was just mad enough to threaten to go get my camera and document the mess to include on a blog post.  One day when she reads her little 8 year old book she can also remember the good old days when mommy flipped out over the state of her room.... except I suspect that was only the first, not the last time it's going to happen. :)