Misty Hill

Misty Hill

You wouldn't think two girls who were so different could become good friends, but they were. Catherine and Ameile were very different, and yet they were the best friends anyone could have. For one thing, Catherine had long, golden tresses and Ameile had raven black hair, which shone in the early spring sun, hence Catherine’s did not, for some reason. Both girls- one poor, the other rich- were in danger, in one way or another, and yet they were the best friends anyone could have. Catherine was a girl dressed mostly in jeans and a tee shirt, while Ameile preferred long, flowing gowns with millions of buttons. I bet you couldn’t guess who’s rich and who’s poor. Ameile was extremely poor, living at a homeless shelter with her parents, asking her friend Catherine for scraps of old clothing and rags to sew together and make impressive dresses. But Catherine lived luxuriating in a big house with seven annoying brothers and sisters. And both girls knew their small town was in danger.

“Amy, look over there! You can see the sun peeking over the horizon! Oh, I’ve always wanted to go where the sun meets the hillside.” Catherine said, the high winds tousling her hair. “I’m sorry, Caty, my mom told me that she’s making banana bread and I … well, you know how I am with banana bread.” Ameile said shyly. Catherine screwed up her face as if she had been dared to eat mud. “I hate banana bread.” she said. “ Well, I like it. Do ya wanna stay here or come? I heard a hurricane is coming!” Ameile said, skipping away. Of course, she was only kidding.

Amy was in the kitchen of the homeless shelter with her mother. “Honey, I’ve got some dinner for you.”her mom said. “Mo-om, do I have to? I’m reading Anne of Green Gables. I’m on page 222. Can I go on?” But her mother just smiled. “ Sorry, hon. I’m just too tired. I already prepared a dinner for myself.” So Amy opened the packet.

• Mix noodles with sauce packets.
• Add water.
• Put in microwave for 35 minutes.

Ameile mixed the ingredients together and then ran off with her book, sprawling into her bed to read. All of a sudden she could hear her mother screaming. Smoke was floating toward her. Ameile dropped the book and ran. “Ameile! What have you done! And with Catherine here!” Ameile’s mother was shoting. Ameile sqinted through the smoke. Catherine was not there. “Mom, where is Catherine?” Amy called. “She left when she saw the fire. I think she’s outside.

Ameile was relieved to be outside. The fresh air made her feel better. “Catherine! Where are you!” she called. “I’m up here!” Catherine called. Ameile was surprised to find her friend waving out the window. “I love smoke!” Ameile forgot! Catherine liked smoke She wanted to be a firefighter, while Ameile painted pictures. But then there was a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning. Dewdrops of water like pinpricks turned into buckets of water within a minute. Ameile was smart enough to run for her life to the house when a tree looked as if it would collapse on her. It didn’t, but suddenly the smoke felt like relief. But the doorknob was hot. “Catherine! Mom!” Ameile hollered. Ameile shivered. Catherine’s coughing, “Here I am!” gave Ameile a surge of hope. “I’m coming!”

Ameile opened the basement door and felt the warmth. She climbed the stairs to her floor. “Catherine!” she shouted. “Are you still there?” Ameile saw her mother coughing and slithred under a cloud of smoke. “There you are, Mom, now where’s Catherine?” Ameile asked. “ In the kitchen,” her mom said in a hoarse voice. Ameile ran into the kitchen and saw her friend pinching her nose and covering her moth, and she was turning red. The smoke seemed to be following her. “Catherine! Come here! Call the fire department!” Catherine walked through the smoke and sat down on the floor next to Ameile. She pulled a pink iPhone out of her pocket, dialing 911. And the girls walked out of the building on that wet day as heros hearing sirens all around.

“Hey! The banana bread is burning!”