Tuesday, February 28, 2012

A Night in a Medieval Castle
I have been on many vacations in my lifetime, from Maine all the way to  California.  But of all my vacations, our jaunt to Germany tops them all off.
At first, I was mad.  Mom and Dad had dragged me all the way across the world to Bavaria, Germany.  Despite all the times I had dreamed of going to Europe, I didn’t think it would take this long.  We had taken a ferry across the ocean, and when we docked, had driven a rental car all around Europe, trying to find our hotel.
I wasn’t so pumped about seeing it.  Mom had told me we were staying at a Best Western, which I despise.  Every time I hear the word, I imagine stained beds, bedbugs and burglars.  Quite a lot of bad things, huh?  But I wasn’t even physically prepared for what I saw that day.
I was carsick as usual, and Maya, my Chihuahua, was barking her head off.  “Here it is!” Dad proclaimed loudly.  I looked out the window gloomily.  We were on a broad road, and a massive boulder was protruding from the ground.  But as the car came closer, it appeared to me what it was. 
I almost screamed, “Mom!  Dad! Thank you!”
For what I saw that day was like no other.  Our ‘Best Western’ was really a castle! 
“It’s called Neuschwanstein  Castle,” mother said.  I couldn’t wait, so we grabbed our heavy luggage and raced to the door.
At the sight of the inside, I became a young child again, oohing and aahing at every single thing.  My dad tells the man at the front desk that we have room 978, Dortch family of four.  While he gives my parents directions, Abby and I wander around, gaping at the pictures and silver and gold sculptures.  Our mom and dad usher us into the elevator, and soon we are on floor nine.  Once we have located our room, we knock.
“Who is it?” groans a deep voice.  We all look at each other, and dash right back onto the elevator.
Back again on the on the main level, my father complains that they put someone else in our room.
“We’re so very sorry,” the man at the front desk replied, “Here’s the new room key…you’ve got the Circle Tower!”
I scramble towards the elevator.  Once inside, there’s an awkward silence.  Then I yell, “Yes!  This drive was worth it!”
Even the door of the Circle Tower was beautiful.  It was engraved oak, without a single knot.  When dad slid the key through the door, I beat even Maya inside.  Once I was inside, I gasped.                                                              The hall was painted with beautiful pictures.  “Ludwig ll must have hired some pretty talented men!” Dad exclaimed.
“Who’s Ludwig ll?” I asked.
“Why, he designed this beautiful castle…it was built in 1892!” Dad lectured.  Abby was lounging in one of the gold couches in the living room.  I raced up the first flight of stairs.
Right at the top, I spotted a lush bedroom.  It had a beautiful bed placed in the center, with a nightstand and armoire surrounding it.  I backed out of the room, and into the next.  This was a kitchen, which was installed after the castle was built.
The second stairwell was not the last, and up there I saw two more bedrooms, of both I did not want.
The last stairwell was a ladder up to the smallest little room, scrunched up against the roof.  A window as tall as me stood to the left of a small twin bed.  A little futon was on the windowsill, and Maya sat curled up on it.  Yes, this was to be my room.
I scrambled down one set of stairs, where I found Mom and Dad cooking.  “Abby and I are going to explore,” I stated, and Abby and I were outside the door in a flash.
“Abby, where do you want to go?”
“To the other towers, of course!  They’re not used as hotel rooms,” Abby darted away, and I followed willingly.
My weary feet trudged up the many stairs.  I felt nauseas and tired.  “Almost there!” Abby yelled half-heartedly.
When my stiff feet felt solid floor, I crumpled into a sack.
“Get up.  This stuff is really amazing!”
“Will there be another way back down?”
“No, but going down stairs is always easier than hiking up!”
I picked my drooping body up from the stone floor and looked up.  Abby was right.  Suits of armor lined the walls, and a chest full of dresses stood in the far corner.
“Look, Bella, you can dress up in this stuff!” Abby addressed me.
I loaded myself up with puffy skirts and intricate dresses.  Before we knew it, it’s time to leave
Back in my room, I snuggled down into bed.  I fell asleep, dreaming of living in a castle.
I woke up when Abby called for me to look at the magazine next to my bed.  My droopy eyes snapped open, and I grabbed the magazine labeled History Of Neuschwanstein.  The first page read:
“Neuschwanstein Castle was finished in 1892.  It was built by Ludwig ll, a man with great taste for intricate details.”
Now I know why the castle is near-modern.  It is much newer than other castles around the world.
“Neuschwanstein stands in Bavaria, Germany to this day.”
I closed the book and loftily tossed it onto the nightstand.
I slowly dressed in my striped shirt and jeans.  I smelled eggs and bacon.  Yes!   A big breakfast.  I thudded carefully down the stairs.
My eggs, bacon and toast are ready.  As I munched, I wonder what they ate in Medieval times.  Probably not eggs or toast!
“We’re going to swim today!” Dad reminded us.  I instantly started up towards the stairs, but I remembered that I am already wearing my swimsuit.
The pool is beautiful!  It had  clear, glimmering waters, and I jumped right in.  I dove around and swam like a dolphin.  Abby complained that it was too cold, and didn’t swim at all.
We spent almost the whole day swimming.  I cringed when mom told me it was time to leave.  I reluctantly left, glancing back until the pool was out of sight.
After I cleaned up, I ate dinner.  My stomach relaxed.  I hadn’t eaten since lunch.  I climbed the thousands of stairs to my room, and settled down to reading my magazine.  Though this is just our second day, I can tell the many adventures we are to have in Neuschwanstein Castle.       

    
                   By Bella Dortch 2012-02-22

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Conflict Types

Person vs. Nature
Coyote stood, absorbed in his memories about the storm.  He wished that he could erase them from his mind.  Why did that tornado have to come anyway?  And why to his desert, of all of them in the Grand Canyon state?  Before, the food was prosperous: Elf owls , jackrabbits and snakes.  But now, all that was left were plants.  How long had it been since he'd had fresh meat?  Months, now.  He couldn't live like this forever.  Could the desert be restored to its primer form?
Person vs. Self
Ella wasn't sure what she wanted her fate to be.  Choose the million dollars, and live an easy, laid-back lifestyle.  She could buy a mansion!  Or forget the treasure and try to find her great great great great Grandma, Hera.  Supposedly, a lion at a zoo had eaten her alive.  Most believed the story, but that just didn't seem very likely to Ella.  A part of her wanted to follow her sisters and brothers, but that meant choosing the million dollars, and Ella didn't think that she could travel often if she had such a large sum of money with her.  So she also felt a strong tug inside her, urging her to be different, and find Hera.  Which seemed a wiser choice?
Person vs. Person
My nemesis is Sarah Grounds.  Every day when I arrive at school, there's always something on my chair: Bubblegum, tacks, a Black Widow spider.  I can't keep track of how many times I have politely asked her to stop.  She's always disliked me from the first day I came to school.  The teacher announced, "This is Meggie Hughs.  She moved here from Whistler, Canada.  It's a very beautiful location.  There was a chorus of ooh's and aah's.  Then Sarah  said that if it was beautiful, how come an ugly person like me came from there.  She didn't even go to the principles.  Sarah's outrageous!  I'll never be able to forgive her!
Keeper
Keeper is an exceptionally well-written book by Kathi Appelt.  Keeper, a keen girl with a sense of adventure, wants to find her mermaid mom, Meggie Marie.  Because she has mermaid blood in her veins, Keeper has an incident on Blue Moon day.  Every year, Signe, Keeper’s caretaker, makes Blue Moon Crab gumbo.  But while sitting in the kitchen next to the tub of crabs, they send Keeper a message: Help me.
  While Signe is running an errand, Keeper gives in, and rescues the crabs.  She breaks Mr. Beauchamp’s night-blooming cyrus.  Keeper thinks that everyone will not forgive her.  So, in the middle of the dark Texas night, Keeper sails away in a little, pond-worthy boat, to find her mom.  She drifts past the old sandbar, De Vaca’s Rock, and is whisked out to the Gulf of Mexico. Will she find her mom in this cold, vicious ocean? 
Keeper really is that under-the-covers fantasy book.  If you would like to find out the rest of the story, then Keeper is a perfect book for you.  
 
-Bella D.
Epic: An interview with Sir. John Shire
  John is a knight from King Arthur’s army.  He was given a high position due to his strength and loyalty to the King.  When we asked Arthur which of his knights he would like us to interview, he chose John above all 300 leagues.
When did you begin training as a knight, John?
  “When I was 7, I became a page.  I joined Daniel the II and was adopted as part of his household, and he trained me well.  I handled small weapons like knives, and practiced with them.  “Come hither!  I bid you, after 9 long years of being a page, would you like upgrade to a squire?”  Daniel questioned me one day.  “Hence?” I asked.  “In one week.  What say you?”  Daniel inquired.  “Tis most splendid!” I exclaimed.  My years as a squire taught me well.  Soon, I twas of age, and was dubbed a knight.”
What was your ceremony like?
“King Arthur gave me armor, which can weigh up to 100lbs, gilt spurs, and a heavy sword.  He tapped me lightly on each shoulder with his sword, called an accolade, and said, “I dub you knight.”
  When asked about his family, John answered, “My sister was a poppet.  When I became a squire, she was yet 8.  She was most beauteous.  My mother was Arabella Shire, and father was Sir. Montagu Shire.”
Do you own any horses?
“Aye, verily it is so.  A goodly length in times past, I bought a bay stallion Courser named Antagnia.  Now, that was a while ago, and he passed away.  Instead, I purchased a brown stallion Palfrey and white Destrier, by the names Ultrie and Phantom.  His Majesty gave me a gray mare Courser, Spurs.  Later on, I bought a black stallion Rouncy called France.”
How much are you paid for your diligent work?
“2 to 4 shillings a day.  On days when I excel, I am paid more.”
Lastly, John, what is the Code of Chivalry?
“A knight’s code of behavior.  It means to stay loyal to the King, and protect women and children.
“I will see you anon!”
John Shire is now with his beloved King, preparing for war.  He is to ride his Palfrey, Ultrie.
-Bella D.  2012-01-13