NS-Bronwyn+R

Hey, my name is Bronwyn. I don't really have a favorite series of books, because I usually like most of the ones I read. :) A little bit about me... let's see here. Um, I have to say that one thing I have a love for is horses. I like to ride both English and Western... but I have to say my favorite thing is to just go on a flat out gallop. Woohoo... fun! I'm not done yet, but I will continue this page later.

“Down the Ole’ dirt road” is what they called the dude ranch that she was going to have to deal with for a week. Well, more like two weeks. She was really quite upset, and she couldn’t help but wonder why her parents would sign her up for this. The idea of having no msn… I think it might have been a little too much for this blonde to handle. She looked at the positive side – at least she still had her cell – oh wait, NO SERVICE. Right, she was sick of the jokes – it wasn’t even April fool’s. What was going on? Looks like her parties and texting was going to have to wait for those two, long, miserable weeks.  “Suck it up” replied her older brother. She thought to herself: “Ew, his colour is half gone… new highlights might do the trick.”  “Jason! What is your problem? What are you doing? Ewwww! What kind of music is that, dying cats?”  “It’s a little thing I like to call ‘Ole fashion country music’. Very pleasant when you start to get used to it.”  “You are so… not up to date! I can’t understand why you want to even go to that… place. Gross. They don’t even have more than one bathroom! How am I supposed to survive like that? I need four in the house at all times!”  “Awww baby…”  “JASON!”  “Sorry baby girl… *laughs* I was just tryin’ te get ya in the country spirit.”  <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Don’t mock me! Meany. And by the way, //I// call the King sized bed so HA! What are you laughing at?” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“You can’t call it.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“And may I ask why not?” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Because, princess, they don’t have beds that big out here. We’re in the country.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“AH! That is sooo unfair! How do you expect me to look beautiful, I need my beauty sleep, and I’m not going to get any by sleeping on a King size bed. Fine, I’ll just take the queen” – “why don’t you try single?” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Shut up.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Alrighty then, sweet pea. Have it your way…” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">That there is Jason’s sister… kind of stuck up as you can see. Her name is Rachel. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Oh dang it! My door to the back just flipped open. Wait a second… by the way, Rachael, I’m talkin’ in my country voice so that I’ll really git in the sparit a country. Ye haw! Wait a second, I gotta pull over…. Oh c’mon Jake, stop the car!” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">Jake pulled up a little ways in front of the truck, and walked over in his jeans, shirt half buttoned and a bandana around his neck. He wanted to look a little on the country side… <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Jason, why did you pull over?” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Look at the back of my truck.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Oh…. How long until we get there? Nissa and Caleb are getting inpatient. Well, at least they keep each other company… hey, they make a cute couple.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Yeah, I bet they would” said Jason with a little exaggeration. Nobody knew but he liked Nissa even before Caleb did, and he felt like he stole her from him. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Jason, c’mon, shut the dang door and get goin. I wanna be there for lunch.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Jason, get in the car! The air conditioning doesn’t work when you turn the car off, dummy. My hair is already starting to lose control! Hurry up!” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Alright, alright. Hold your horses!” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Funny joke, now GET IN!” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">It only took about half an hour before they got to a long turn off of the road. There was a creaking sign above a built entrance that read “Down the Ole dirt road”. That was it. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">It took them over ten minutes just to get to the actual ranch. All the way down the sides of the road were cows, horses, and some more cows. Too many to count, anyway. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Ewwww, this is so gross! What did mom and dad get us into?” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“I like it.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“I don’t!” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“I knew you wouldn’t, Rachel.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">She was too busy pouting to notice Jason speaking to her. He thought it should be interesting to see how she will handle that trip in the wilderness… he meant, the one they were taking that she didn’t know about yet… “Wow” he thought. “I better brace myself for that reaction.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">He pulled up to the house and everyone was greeted by the main staff, Brent. He looked as if he might be in his late forties, but not much older. He stood there, proud, but only at five feet and ten inches. He had a sort of stout air about him as well. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Well hello there! Are you the folks that made reservations for two weeks?”

<span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Yes we are. Do we need to sign in or anything?”

<span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Yes ya do. Here, come right inside and we’ll get things all sorted out for ya.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Wait in the car for a minute, alright?” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">All Jason got from his sister was a look, and he was about to comment, but didn’t – it wasn’t //that// important. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">After Jason had signed everyone in, he drove out to the house. It was where everyone was going to be staying. The house also belonged to the ranchers, it was just sort of cut in half. They built it a little bit longer than a normal house, so when separated into two parts it would be a good size. If they wanted to visit each other, they would just have to walk next door. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">Jason got out of the truck and yelled over at the other car: “Jake, are you gonna just watch me unload the luggage or are you gonna help me? Same goes for you, Caleb. The girls can bring in the food and stuff.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Aw, Jason, I think Caleb and I would rather //watch// you do all the work.” His friend Jake stepped out of his car and shook his light brown hair. It looked as if it had been treated by the sun itself it was so shiny. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Nice try Jake, now come on!” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Fine, come on, Caleb, those orders go for you too!” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Just a minute…” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Now Rachael,” Jason spoke to his sister, “you and Nissa go bring in the light stuff…. It’s probably going to take about fifteen minutes so we can unpack everything.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">She sighed and gave him a forced smile: “Of course, dear brother.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">No sooner as she said that, Caleb got out of the car. It almost looked like he was drunk, seeing as he hadn’t been on his feet for about five hours. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">Nissa then followed Caleb out of the car in her white denim shorts, with her yellow shirt that was brighter than a chick. On her neck hung a necklace with a few beads on it, and in the middle was a little diamond – her dad gave it to her before he left her mother when she was a little girl. She wore it every day. She flicked back her dark brown hair that went past her shoulders, which showed her tan complexion. Her bright, brown eyes sparkled even more than the river which ran swiftly by the house. The sound was more relaxing than mellow music. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">She brought out her purse from the car and a bag which only held a few groceries. Rachael did the same, and they both went into the house. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">Rachael and Nissa weren’t really amazing friends. They hadn’t gotten to know each other. But, they were both pretty sociable, so it was bound they would walk out of that place giggling and sharing their darkest secrets. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">Rachael walked into their side of the house a flicked off her Gucci sunglasses. She immediately pulled her blonde hair back in a ponytail and used her sunglasses like a headband. She walked around the entry way and the kitchen in her fuchsia high heels and dropped her Dolce and Gabbana bag on the couch. She turned on the spot and said <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“It’s nice” and walked out the door. Then she turned and added “for a redneck.” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">She went to get more groceries and Nissa followed. She didn’t really care too much about where she stayed, as long as it was liveable and clean. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">The girls continued to bring in the groceries and put them all on the counter. In about ten minutes their job was done, but the boys were still taking out the luggage. The girls decided to go upstairs and check out their rooms. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">The whole place was pretty much wooden, with post-and-beam built ceilings. As soon as you walked in, you were in the living room, and on the right was the kitchen. They weren’t separated by any walls. This was a pretty cool feature. There were couches in the living space, but they were designed with all these interesting native symbols. They were kind of like futons. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">To the left on the wall was the staircase, which led to the upstairs. Straight ahead was a huge fire place made of stone. There were some varnished tree stumps if you wanted to have people sit around the fire. You could even roast marshmallows. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">The girls looked at each other then walked upstairs. There were three rooms. Every room had two beds in it, in case there was a full house. The doors were really heavy seeing as they were solid wood. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">All the rooms were alike, only a few different arrangements of the beds and some had different furniture. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">It was pretty country looking, and as Jason said, there weren’t any king or queen sized beds – only double. At that sight Rachael almost lost her footing. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">Nissa looked worried. “Are you okay?” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Of course not! Look at those beds, they are so small!” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Oh.” Nissa replied dully and rolled her eyes while walking out of the room. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">The boys all ran inside and yelled “well, how is the place?” <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">Rachael ran to the railing and yelled desperately “It’s” – <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Wonderful!” Nissa chimed in before the negativity blew up like Pompeii. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">Jake and Jason walked out of the door to bring the luggage in from the step and Caleb walked up the stairs to see for himself. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">“Isn’t this awesome?” asked an excited Nissa. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">Caleb smiled his platinum white smile and shone his bright blue eyes up to his girlfriend. Not even that river outside the house was competition for a blue like this. <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'"> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,102); FONT-FAMILY: 'Poor Richard'">He came to the top of the stairs and she swiped at his shaggy blonde hair. His hair hung in his eyes like a willow would weep, and it almost seemed to radiate all the affection in him.

Comments by Teika HA <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"> Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?) The plot seems some what original, but it isn't that interesting.

2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed? i would not add nothin or change

3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions?no

4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story?

5. What areas of the story need the most improvement? mot much i can not do better great gob what you do on the

HA-Annmaree Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?)

2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed?

3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions?

4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story?

5. What areas of the story need the most improvement?