It was a cold dark night, and I was snuggled under blanket under my tent. It was a beautiful sight of a wonferous meadow, it was only me and my mom in my head and what was in my head, was in real life too. It was only me and mom in this tent. We live in Gumbo Limbo Hammock, located in the Everglades. We were here because my dad would take off his belt and start whipping me with it,for no reason. My mom sayswe are on vacation, but I say its just like home, home sweet home. Our lives depend on a friendly alligator named Charlie, he is 12 feet long, he scares off the outsiders so we don't have to move out. We love hanging out together, even though he is not a human-being. The Everglades is not as horrible as you thought, its actually quite beautiful and the water in the sloughs are clean enough to drink. My mom works in a diner her name is Brooke K. And my name is Liza K. There are also James James, his name is not actually James James, we call him James James because his real name is James Double. He loves the outdoors and when he left the Vietnam War, he set out to see the world, that led him to the Everglades. Also Priscilla lives in the tent next to us, all we know about her is that she writes poetry and she collects mini gin bottles. All of us are Woods People, one year ago I was an outsider. When I come home from school everyday, James James has a leaf quiz on a log table, he had made for me 3 months ago so I can do my homework there. Me, Liza K., I love the outdoors and so do all the woods people around me. The everglades sloughs are gently slopping and lined with clay. All the sloughs are beautiful, they have rocks around the perimeter of the sloughs. I woke up that morning at 6:30 to go to the lake to get some breakfast for us, woods people. There I saw a man with a pistol and exclaimed, " what are you doing with that gun?" "There is an alligator that is 12 feet here, one of the people in the condos file a complain an alligator about 12 feet." he replied, " you mean Charlie?" I asked in a deep voices as I casted my line again. " Sure kid, whatever, I need to shoot him because the law no longerprotects him, the law States that alligators over 8 feet can be shot." He replied again as he put his cap on. " You can not shoot him!" I exclaimed. "Why kid?" He asked. I stoped there because I knew if I told him the real reason I would get us all moved out. He them walked away with his pistol and wrote missing alligator, reward 100 dollars on a paper, he put it up on an Oak Tree. Oh No! I need to get help I thought in my mind as I ran all the way to James James.


To be continued...

Cool story (yet I didn't read it, too many words) DX

I really like it! You are very talented!

Thanks Sofie, I did it like a book the Missing Gator of Gumbo Limbo, just my version