~Forgotten: A Novel~written by you! PLEASE LOCK!

Isa slipped on her coat and went outside to look around. The clear air surprised her. She went and climbed up a tree to try and spot her house from her current location. It was just down the way. So she waltzed back inside and grabbed her stuff. She put it inside her bag and moved back into her house. She was perfectly happy now that she knew where the sophisticated area was located. No one and nothing to hurt her outlook on this life.
 
The mysterious rooster strutted around the farm, watching everyone's movements. He crowed a warning signal to the people but nobody heard him. The sky rumbled and the sun shone brightly behind the clouds. Everybody was still and looked in the sky.
ETA: Do you guys mind if I copy this onto a microsoft document? I'll keep the finished product up to date! Also, I'll edit any typos or gramatical errors.
 
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Silla called out,"Coo-ee! Is there anybody there?" No one replied she didn't mind. Back at hone she had no friends. And anyway, she had read the hunger games trilogy, so at least she knew something. She did miss her horse, though. He was her best friend. Hex, a black Arabian stallion. Silla wandered around the orchard, wondering if she had died, or been abducted or something like that.
 
I just want to say: This is NOT a roleplay; you can make my character do things.
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Then the all of kids heard something. "What is it?" George demanded obnoxiously, making an obvious attempt at humor. No one laughed. "It's our cows," Ashlynne quietly told the group as she ate the last piece of bacon. "They must be milked or they will get mastitis and die. Come on, I'll show you how."
No one said anything as Celeste , who had stood up to stand by Jamie at the first sound, James, Jamie, and George followed Ashlynne into the big red dairy barn. She showed them how to set up the milking machine. "See? Once I bring them cows in, we have to put this on them. Then, someone turns this switch-"
"I'll do it." A new girl was standing in the door, crunching an apple.
"Who are you?" Ashlynne was now thoroughly confused. Where had all these people come from, and why had her family disappeared over night?
"Well-um-my name is Silla, and I don't-
"Know where you come from." Ashlynne finished the sentence for her. "I thought as much. Everyone, we have to get these cows milked! Come on. Silla, sure, you turn this switch when I tell you to. Thank you," she remembered to add, being a polite girl.

After the group had completed the job, Celeste suddenly realized a very important fact: she was starving! "Um...Ashlynne, we're sort of hungry." she sheepishly said to Ashlynne, who sighed, and decided she had better make some food for all these strangers.
 
The sleek rooster walked into the farmhouse and let out a shrill crow yet again. This time the kids took notice and went to take cover in the storm celler, not knowing what would happen next. Out the window, they spotted a huge tornado amd they could hear lightening and thunder crackling in the sk. The rain pelted down and the wind howled. Who would make it out alive? The rooster found a safe spot in the barn to wait out the hurricane-like storm. Even though Celeste was starving,noone dared to leave the shelter.
 
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Silla, walked up to Ashlynne. "Thanks, for letting me help out with the milking, it was real nice of you to do that."
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Immediately after seeing the on-comming storm, Silla felt has if her heart had reached her throat. Was this the end?!?
 
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Ashlynne smiled but was too wary and scared to reply. She was huddled in the corner of the shelter with Celeste. Most of them started ro cry whan the tornado approached
 
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"Oh, don't cry!" Celeste said impatiently. "It could have been worse! How about we go around in a circle and tell our names, ages and where we come from?" Ashlynne nodded her head quickly, not wanted everyone to sob in her parent's storm cellar. "Okay, I'm Celeste, I'm almost fourteen, and I am from Omaha, Nebraska."
 

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