Want To Help Me With My Story?

This is the first of a few stories I've written that I've never finished. Seem to always start a story and never finish. lol! New ideas and stuff. This one was the first and longest one I've ever written. It was a long time ago so sorry for all the mistakes. This was transferred from my Myspace blog. If you take an interest and like the story please give me a shout. Maybe a few ideas of where the story could go or what might happen next if you were the writer. Love to hear your thoughts and opinions. Crystal/DobbyJunior. :)

-Please forgive the many mistakes. It was written a long, time ago and
I'm too lazy to correct the mistakes. I'm terrible at it anyway. Hope
it's good enough to read at least. :)


A little girl's black sandals are parting the tall, green grass.
They run pass flowers and grasshoppers. As the summer sun shines down
on them, they trip over a stick and little Christa's dress gets
stained. She flings her long, brown hair away from her face. Then she
picks herself up and dusts her dress off. For the tender age of five,
Christa seems strong and full of spirit. 

Suddenly, Christa feels a tap on her shoulder. "Tag, you're it
Christa!" She turns to the voice. Her dark, blue eyes narrow just a
little. "That's not fair Willie, says Christa, I fell down!" Little
Willie's light blue eyes brighten as his blond hair sways in the
breeze. He says,"It's still your turn Christa!" She yells, "I'm gonna
get you for this, Willie!" Then she starts to chase him. They both run
around the field, laughing and playing for quite a while. 

A loud bang interrupts their fun and the two stop to see what made the
noise. The sound came from an old Comarro roaring down a dirt road, to
a house nearby. A young redhead opens the car door, pulls herself out,
and runs up to the house. She is wearing a violet colored dress. She
storms up to the porch and bangs on the door.


The door opens and the woman runs in. A plain woman in a green dress
and apron runs over to the redhead. She takes her apron off and quickly
ties her brown hair up in a ponytail. "Cynthia, what's the matter?"
Cynthia begins looking around the house. "Carla, where is he? Where's
Willie?" "Cynthia, just calm down and..." Cynthia says, "No, I need to
see Willie now!" Carla says, "He's outside...in the field...with
Christa." Cynthia runs back outside and yells, "Willie!!! Willie!!!
Come on honey, we're going home. Hurry up!" Carla runs up to Cynthia.
"Cindy, could you please tell me what's going on?" She says, "I'm sorry
Carla, I can't. There's no time. Willie!! Come on!" They see Willie
running to them from a distance. 

Christa is running with him. "What do you think it is, Willie?" He
says, " I don't know Christa but it sounds bad." They finally reach
their parents. Cynthia grabs her son and pushes him into the backseat.
She closes the door. At that very moment, a black Chevelet roars into
the driveway. It comes to a stop right behind Cynthia's car. Cindy
opens her door and is about to jump in. "Don't even think about getting
in that car, Cindy!"


A tall, young man steps out of the black car. He storms up to Cindy.
Cynthia gets more irrational. "He's mine James and you're not taking
him away from me!" James says, "He's mine too Cindy and I have papers
here that say I have full custody! I'm taking him Cindy!" He pulls
Willie from Cindy's car. "Mommy!" Cindy screams, "Willie honey! James
no, please don't do this!" James says, "Come on Willie." He sits him in
the backseat of his own car. Then turning to Cynthia he says, "Do this
again and you'll see the inside of a prison cell." Then James steps
into his car and begins to drive back out of the driveway. Cindy starts
to run toward the car. Carla tries to hold her back but she pulls out of
her grasp. As the car backs out, Cindy bangs on the windows and tries
the doors. They are all locked. As soon as the car is out of the
driveway, James flies up the dirt road. Cindy falls to her knees in the
middle of the road. She screams, "No, not my baby! Don't take him away
from me!" She watches Willie quickly moving away from her. He is
looking at her from the back window. He is crying. She's left in the
middle of the road, also crying. 


Christa, with tears in her eyes, looks up at Carla and tugs on her
dress. "Momma, what's going on?" Carla looks down at her baby. She
kneels to the ground in front of her. "Christa, listen to me. You won't
be seeing Willie anymore." Christa says, "Why Momma?" "Willie's dad
will be taking care of him now." Christa says, "That's alright, they
just live down the road." Carla says, "No, no Christa, you don't
understand." She pushes a strand of Christa's hair out of her face.
"Willie and his father are going to live in the city now." Christa
says, "That's okay. Then we can just visit him in Jonestown!" Carla
tells her, "No Christa, Willie and his father are moving to New York.
That's very far away from here." Christa says, "Then can't we visit him
every once in a while?" "Christa, no we can't. Please try to
understand. Willie's father doesn't like Willie's mother right now and
we're friends with his mother. His father doesn't want us around. You
do understand, don't you Christa?" Christa looks hard into her mother's
eyes. "But Willie's my friend..." Carla hugs her daughter. "I know
Christa, I know." Then Willie's mother runs to her car and flies the
other way down the road.


(to be continued)

There is sooo much more of this story then what was posted on Myspace. If I can find it (it's only in paper form) I might post the rest. Well, if anyone is interested, please tell me what you think, what ideas to suggest, and where you think the story could, would, or should go. lol! Thank you for your time. :)