but… I finally got the chance to fill out that test to join the Insitute For Children’s Literature school…
I got a letter last week telling me they have my tets but it would be a good 2-3 weeks before getting any results. I’m nervous as hell… T_T only 32% of the applicants PASS their test… and that’s out of THOUSANDS of people. T_T
No pressure, right? ^^;;
Anyways, there were for parts to the test. The first part was writing short essays in the viewpoints of a child (12 and under) of the topic/ question. The second part was another writing short essay. The third part was fill in the blanks. The forth part was tricky… I had to write a 200-500 word essay over a memorable child hood memory… O.O I can hardly think of any that would interest children!! T_T So… I thought back and thought hard. Finally… I came to remember a scary and silly little adventure of my sister and I.
So, with a little proof reading and help from my friend, Wil… I was able to produce this little sweet essay! Enjoy!
A Walk in the Forest
The sun was hidden behind the gray clouds that evening. My sister and I were bored in our two-story house beside a small creek and a forest. We looked out the kitchen window at the small creek. We pulled on our coats and walked out of the house.
The mud was very slippery. We followed the narrow creek, getting our shoes all muddy. Our eyes went from our feet to the forest of dead trees and prickly bushes ahead of us. I couldn’t help but smile. The excitement was overwhelming! Although, in the back of my mind I knew mommy would be mad at us when we walk our muddy shoes all over her clean floor.
However, we continued our adventure. The creek was getting wider and deeper. My little sister slipped and almost fell in; but I caught her and pulled her back up. After that I walked behind her so that I could catch her if she were to slip again. Large stones in the water helped us across the creek. We jumped on them carefully and got to the other side where the forest awaited our presence.
The trees were huge and twisted like a long raisins. Their branches twitched in the slight breeze and grabbed at each other. Their faces looked at us, staring our little forms down. The bushes were lifeless, yellow and ugly. We felt so tiny compared to these giants before us. My little sister grabbed my hand and held it tightly. We looked at each other and swallowed our fears deep into our stomachs.
Together, we took our first step into the forest.
The bushes reached for our clothing as we walked side by side. We tugged at them, ripping a bush off. Our socks were wet from walking in the mud at the creek. The tree branches reached for our shoulders and hair but we shook them off as well. The dead grass beneath us stuck to our pants and dragged along behind us. We refused to let these obstacles scare us.
Before we knew it, the trees and bushes stopped reaching for us. It became calm in the forest as we wandered around. Our hands locked together; our eyes looked at everything that moved. The birds hovered over us in the trees, cawing softly. All sounds stopped, however, when we stopped walking. Our eyes circled around, looking for anything other than the trees and the birds.
From behind us, a heavy step snapped a twig loudly. We froze; our hearts jumped into our throats. Another step sounded, followed by a movement in the bushes. We looked at the bushes, finding them moving without the wind blowing. Without waiting, my sister and I screamed loudly and spun back around. We ran through the reaching trees and bushes.
Together, we ran to the house. Mother saw us coming and shook her head.
“Walking in the forest… again?” She said when we stopped before her.