Post by Cam Flynn on Aug 19, 2008 18:44:02 GMT -5
This is a multi-chapter story, so I'm just gonna give you a teaser and you have to follow the link to read the whole thing.
Here's the full description from my profile:
Stupid teachers, bullies picking on his brothers, fighting with Simon...Life was pretty normal for Alvin. Until he lost his voice in the middle of the biggest concert of their lives. Surgery, psychiatrist, Brittany practically dating the bully...What's a chipmunk to do? Run away, of course! Find the one person who can help him. A girl about his age that is all over the news because of how she takes care of the homeless and how she'll help anyone, just so long as they're not a 'white-coat.' So he takes his life savings and goes to get help, finding an adventure (and a lesson) that goes deeper than any he's ever been on before.
Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/4429402/1/The_Lessons_they_Teach
Anonymous reviews are allowed, and song links are on my page as I post the chapters with the songs. The story is almost all the way up and I'm completely finished with writing it, so please enjoy. This one is definitly going to have a sequal and possible a third installment later on as well.
==Teaser taken from Chapter 8, several hours after Alvin's surgery when the girls are getting to the hospital after school.==
“The teachers let us take an early peek at our Christmas musical today,” Eleanor said to start some conversation. It wasn’t like Alvin and Brittany were going to start arguing to break the silence. Alvin was busy taking his time eating anyway, and Brittany was examining herself in the nearest mirror for what was the hundredth time that day. “Try-outs are in two weeks.”
‘Do you think I’ll have my voice back enough by then?’ Alvin wrote to Simon.
“No one can say for sure,” he whispered back. “They said you’d start getting it back when they take the stitches out at the soonest. They didn’t put an ‘at the longest’ time on it though.” Eleanor flinched a little. She’d picked a bad topic.
“What musical are we doing this time?” Theodore tried to keep up the conversation.
“It’s some sort of old-fashioned Christmas story with a moral,” Jeanette spoke up. “It’s nothing like the musical Christmas Carol we did last year, or the elementary school level Nutcracker we did the year before that. This one actually looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun, and the director was the one who wrote it. He put in a lot of parts outside the chorus. They think there might actually be enough for every student in our class to have one and that they’ll have a younger grade be our chorus.”
“That does sound fun,” Simon laughed.
“And they’ve already got the parts pegged,” Brittany said. “You should have just heard everyone when we looked over the story line. They kept saying ‘that’s Brittany’s part, definitely’ and ‘that’s so Jeanette.’ I have to admit, the parts do suit us. There was a scientist and a baker, a book keeper and a high-society lady and a motherly person…” She glanced over at Alvin. “And many other parts. The teacher kept saying the parts will be based on talent, though, not on the character.”
“Wouldn’t it be funny if you got the homemaker then and Jeanette got beauty queen?” Eleanor teased. “I can just see the parts now, with Alvin as the scientist and Simon as the chef and Theodore the thief of a main character who’s always trying to steal from the high-society girl.”
“Don’t joke about things like that!” Brittany scolded. “What if that actually happens? I mean, come on! No one can be a better beauty queen than a beauty queen.” Simon had to stop Alvin from trying to fling broth at her (not that the spoon would hold it long enough for him to even flick it, and not like the hot broth would go far enough to do much more than stain the bed sheets).
“Maybe we should talk about something other than school and the news,” he suggested, finding himself unable to come up with something to change the subject with.
“Um, I picked up few new books today,” Jeanette tried.
“Please!” Brittany cried. “Anything but your latest college-level novels.”
“Actually…”
“I don’t care how high your reading level is, Jeanette. Pick a different subject.” Jeanette and Eleanor looked like lionesses ready to attack their prey while Theodore and Simon were fine and dandy cheering on from the sidelines (they didn’t hit girls, ever) when a nurse came in and shooed everyone out.
“Could she be any more insensitive?” Eleanor complained as Brittany skipped off for the bathroom. The nurse had killed the ‘attack-Brittany’ vibe. What they didn’t see was Brittany sneaking past them a few minutes later and back into the room with Alvin. The nurse had disappeared, but let the bickering kids stay out in the hall until they could work out the problems. She hadn’t anticipated the problem-causer sneaking in for a few moments alone with the patient.
“Hey,” Brittany greeted, hopping up on his bed. He turned his head away so he wouldn’t have to look at her. “They’re getting snacks at the moment. So…how are you feeling?” He glanced back. Why was Brittany so nice all of a sudden?
‘Got a problem or something?’ It took him long enough to write down what he was saying she began to worry that the others would come back before he finished.
“No, it’s just…well…you’ll never believe this, but I actually am worried about you. But I can’t say it in front of other people. They’ll think I’m soft, weak.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s kind of like how you act different when you’re just with your brothers than when your with us or at school or something.”
‘I do not!’
“You do to! We all act different in different environments. That’s what Jeanette told me when she was helping me with my homework a while back. That’s another thing I can’t tell anyone…except just now I just did, and if you tell anyone else I’ll come after you with an axe.”
‘You want to know how I honestly feel? I feel helpless. I don’t like feeling helpless.’
“No one would.” She looked over at the door, making sure no one was around. “Remember that time we sang for the kids in that big recovery ward? You know, the ones that didn’t need a room to themselves…or at least, a room that could have another patient but doesn’t.” She glanced over at the empty bed by the window with a laugh. “You could ask them to put you by the window.”
‘I can walk. I just don’t feel like walking right now. And, yes, I remember the song. Why?’
“Because I remember singing it to cheer them up, not for the publicity. We wanted to make them feel better even though they were in the hospital. How did it go? Oh! I remember.” She looked away from him as she began singing.
She jumped when she heard the other four chipmunks singing the chorus from the doorway.
Brittany looked down at her shoes with a bit of shyness rising in her. That song was meant just for Alvin, not for the rest of the chipmunks to come and join in. Still, it was prettier with everyone singing it together. At least Brittany’s sisters weren’t mad at her anymore. They both ran up and gave her a hug as the two brothers jumped up on the other side of the bed, smiling at their brother.
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If you feel inspired by this or any other story to draw a picture, be my guest! But tell me about it. I love seeing fan art, it's so fun.
Here's the full description from my profile:
Stupid teachers, bullies picking on his brothers, fighting with Simon...Life was pretty normal for Alvin. Until he lost his voice in the middle of the biggest concert of their lives. Surgery, psychiatrist, Brittany practically dating the bully...What's a chipmunk to do? Run away, of course! Find the one person who can help him. A girl about his age that is all over the news because of how she takes care of the homeless and how she'll help anyone, just so long as they're not a 'white-coat.' So he takes his life savings and goes to get help, finding an adventure (and a lesson) that goes deeper than any he's ever been on before.
Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/4429402/1/The_Lessons_they_Teach
Anonymous reviews are allowed, and song links are on my page as I post the chapters with the songs. The story is almost all the way up and I'm completely finished with writing it, so please enjoy. This one is definitly going to have a sequal and possible a third installment later on as well.
==Teaser taken from Chapter 8, several hours after Alvin's surgery when the girls are getting to the hospital after school.==
“The teachers let us take an early peek at our Christmas musical today,” Eleanor said to start some conversation. It wasn’t like Alvin and Brittany were going to start arguing to break the silence. Alvin was busy taking his time eating anyway, and Brittany was examining herself in the nearest mirror for what was the hundredth time that day. “Try-outs are in two weeks.”
‘Do you think I’ll have my voice back enough by then?’ Alvin wrote to Simon.
“No one can say for sure,” he whispered back. “They said you’d start getting it back when they take the stitches out at the soonest. They didn’t put an ‘at the longest’ time on it though.” Eleanor flinched a little. She’d picked a bad topic.
“What musical are we doing this time?” Theodore tried to keep up the conversation.
“It’s some sort of old-fashioned Christmas story with a moral,” Jeanette spoke up. “It’s nothing like the musical Christmas Carol we did last year, or the elementary school level Nutcracker we did the year before that. This one actually looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun, and the director was the one who wrote it. He put in a lot of parts outside the chorus. They think there might actually be enough for every student in our class to have one and that they’ll have a younger grade be our chorus.”
“That does sound fun,” Simon laughed.
“And they’ve already got the parts pegged,” Brittany said. “You should have just heard everyone when we looked over the story line. They kept saying ‘that’s Brittany’s part, definitely’ and ‘that’s so Jeanette.’ I have to admit, the parts do suit us. There was a scientist and a baker, a book keeper and a high-society lady and a motherly person…” She glanced over at Alvin. “And many other parts. The teacher kept saying the parts will be based on talent, though, not on the character.”
“Wouldn’t it be funny if you got the homemaker then and Jeanette got beauty queen?” Eleanor teased. “I can just see the parts now, with Alvin as the scientist and Simon as the chef and Theodore the thief of a main character who’s always trying to steal from the high-society girl.”
“Don’t joke about things like that!” Brittany scolded. “What if that actually happens? I mean, come on! No one can be a better beauty queen than a beauty queen.” Simon had to stop Alvin from trying to fling broth at her (not that the spoon would hold it long enough for him to even flick it, and not like the hot broth would go far enough to do much more than stain the bed sheets).
“Maybe we should talk about something other than school and the news,” he suggested, finding himself unable to come up with something to change the subject with.
“Um, I picked up few new books today,” Jeanette tried.
“Please!” Brittany cried. “Anything but your latest college-level novels.”
“Actually…”
“I don’t care how high your reading level is, Jeanette. Pick a different subject.” Jeanette and Eleanor looked like lionesses ready to attack their prey while Theodore and Simon were fine and dandy cheering on from the sidelines (they didn’t hit girls, ever) when a nurse came in and shooed everyone out.
“Could she be any more insensitive?” Eleanor complained as Brittany skipped off for the bathroom. The nurse had killed the ‘attack-Brittany’ vibe. What they didn’t see was Brittany sneaking past them a few minutes later and back into the room with Alvin. The nurse had disappeared, but let the bickering kids stay out in the hall until they could work out the problems. She hadn’t anticipated the problem-causer sneaking in for a few moments alone with the patient.
“Hey,” Brittany greeted, hopping up on his bed. He turned his head away so he wouldn’t have to look at her. “They’re getting snacks at the moment. So…how are you feeling?” He glanced back. Why was Brittany so nice all of a sudden?
‘Got a problem or something?’ It took him long enough to write down what he was saying she began to worry that the others would come back before he finished.
“No, it’s just…well…you’ll never believe this, but I actually am worried about you. But I can’t say it in front of other people. They’ll think I’m soft, weak.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s kind of like how you act different when you’re just with your brothers than when your with us or at school or something.”
‘I do not!’
“You do to! We all act different in different environments. That’s what Jeanette told me when she was helping me with my homework a while back. That’s another thing I can’t tell anyone…except just now I just did, and if you tell anyone else I’ll come after you with an axe.”
‘You want to know how I honestly feel? I feel helpless. I don’t like feeling helpless.’
“No one would.” She looked over at the door, making sure no one was around. “Remember that time we sang for the kids in that big recovery ward? You know, the ones that didn’t need a room to themselves…or at least, a room that could have another patient but doesn’t.” She glanced over at the empty bed by the window with a laugh. “You could ask them to put you by the window.”
‘I can walk. I just don’t feel like walking right now. And, yes, I remember the song. Why?’
“Because I remember singing it to cheer them up, not for the publicity. We wanted to make them feel better even though they were in the hospital. How did it go? Oh! I remember.” She looked away from him as she began singing.
“Wo-oh-oh-oh, for the longest time.
Wo-oh-oh, for the longest…
If I said good-bye to you tonight,
There would still be music left to write.
What else could I do?
I’m so inspired by you,
That hasn’t happened for the longest time.”
Wo-oh-oh, for the longest…
If I said good-bye to you tonight,
There would still be music left to write.
What else could I do?
I’m so inspired by you,
That hasn’t happened for the longest time.”
She jumped when she heard the other four chipmunks singing the chorus from the doorway.
“Wo-oh-oh-oh, (for the longest) for the longest time,
Wo-oh-oh, (for the longest) for the longest…”
“I’m that voice you’re hearing in the hall,
And the greatest miracle of all,
Is how I need you,
And how you’re needing me too.
That hasn’t happened for the longest time.”
“Wo-oh-oh-oh, (for the longest) for the longest time,
Wo-oh-oh, (for the longest) for the longest…”
Wo-oh-oh, (for the longest) for the longest…”
“I’m that voice you’re hearing in the hall,
And the greatest miracle of all,
Is how I need you,
And how you’re needing me too.
That hasn’t happened for the longest time.”
“Wo-oh-oh-oh, (for the longest) for the longest time,
Wo-oh-oh, (for the longest) for the longest…”
Brittany looked down at her shoes with a bit of shyness rising in her. That song was meant just for Alvin, not for the rest of the chipmunks to come and join in. Still, it was prettier with everyone singing it together. At least Brittany’s sisters weren’t mad at her anymore. They both ran up and gave her a hug as the two brothers jumped up on the other side of the bed, smiling at their brother.
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If you feel inspired by this or any other story to draw a picture, be my guest! But tell me about it. I love seeing fan art, it's so fun.