Hey guys, so I’m writing a story. It’s called the white door and it’s about a 10 year old girl named Lizabeth Oddity. I’ve been writing it for a while and I wanted to see what you guys think of it so far! Comment what you think!
The White Door
Once there was a door. This door was not ordinary. The door was white with gold swirls hugging tall green leaves. It had a gold wolf knocker on it. The door was beautiful. But to something beautiful, there is always an ugly side. No one who has gone in has ever come out until a young girl named Lizabeth Oddity found the door. This is her story.
Lizabeth was always the odd one. Her natural hair color was a light blue and her eyes were purple. People also thought her name was strange. Lizabeth’s mother forgot the E in Elizabeth, but they never changed Lizabeth’s name because Ms. Oddity thought it was just as pretty as Elizabeth. Lizabeth agreed. Her mom was odd as well, but Lizabeth didn’t understand where she got blue hair from. Her mom had black hair but she still had the same purple eyes as Lizabeth did. ‘Why do people think it’s bad that I’m odd?’ She’d ask her mother. ‘Because they don’t know that odd is special.’ Her mother would reply.
Lizabeth didn’t have a father. Her father left them when Lizabeth was born. His name was Warren Johnson. Quite a plain name, you see. That’s why Ms. Oddity never changed her last name. Warren was a normal man, with neat brown hair and a job as a teacher. When he saw the little Oddity, he left her–when she was only 0–wanting a plain life. What no one knew was that Lizabeth was to see him again in 10 years.
“Mom?” Lizabeth whispered into the darkness. She was 10 now. A sudden thought popped into her head and she couldn’t sleep. “Yes?” answered her mother’s soft voice. “Why don’t I have a dad?” She asked. “He left when you were born because he couldn’t see how special you were.” “Why?”
(Why. Why, the most answered and unanswered word. Why do we call it this? Why did it happen? WHY? Why is the word why? WHY???)
“I don’t know, honey.” Ms. Oddity replied. “Go to sleep.” So Lizabeth slept. She had strange dreams, about a door, about a man with neat brown hair, about a war of wizardry vs. sorcery, though she always thought they were the same thing, but they were not. She awoke, yelling a weird chant of nonsense words. Suddenly her pillow was set on fire. “AAAGHHH!” She yelled. She screamed another strange chant. The pillow was soaked with a jet of water. Ms. Oddity was probably the deepest sleeper in the world, for she had not been awoken. After then, Lizabeth realized she was more odd than everyone thought she was.
Lizabeth Oddity was a witch.
A witch? A WITCH? You are probably thinking something similar to that. Well, Lizabeth wasn’t a green-faced, broomstick flying witch, she just knew witchcraft. Somehow, she could do magic. This seems very confusing, I know.
Lizabeth stared at her hands in amazement. “I’m a…a witch…” She whispered to herself. Then she got up suddenly. “I can’t stay here,” she said a bit loudly. Her mom snored, but didn’t wake up still. Then she packed a couple of pairs of clothes, 5 water bottles, several snacks, some more essentials such as blankets, sheets, and pillows, and an umbrella in a white duffel bag. Then she ran out of her house and into a man with a dark coat.
“Who are you?” She said. “The question is not who I am, but what I am doing here.” The man in the coat replied. He had a British accent. She looked up at his face. He had neat brown hair that didn’t match the rest of his face and blue eyes. His eyebrows were arched and jet-black, as if covered in a dark ink. His eyes were angry, looking like he was ready to shoot someone with them. “Who are you?” Lizabeth said, louder and much more confident that he was an enemy. “That is not to be told.” “Then why should I trust you?” Lizabeth asked. “Because,” he said, “You must survive.” “I-what– SURVIVE?” Lizabeth stuttered, confused. “What would ever be a danger to ME?” Lizabeth asked. “Witch hunters. If you won’t listen to me, then all I can say is: Find the door. Go. It’s your only hope.” The man said. “You’ll need this key.” He handed her a key.
“My only–?” Lizabeth said, but he was already gone. She examined her new key. It was and colored golden with green leaves peeking in from the sides. Lizabeth stood, still lost in thought. ‘He looked like the man from my dream.’ She thought.
She knew this man. Yet she didn’t know who he was.
Lizabeth walked. She was determined to find this door. Even if it meant trusting a complete stranger. “I– I’ll trust you. If you come back and explain.” Lizabeth didn’t expect anything to happen. And nothing did happen. She sighed and stared at her neon yellow high-tops. She tried to conjure up a charm bracelet and ended up with a rubber band big enough to fit her hand. “Get me a charm bracelet!!! Charmi braceleto?” Apparently that wasn’t how you got a charm bracelet. She cast another spell to get the key on the rubber band. That one worked. A keychain ring popped up, attached to the key. She slid it on to her foot because… Well she didn’t know why. She just felt like doing it. ‘Will that man even hear me?’ It was hopeless. She turned. ‘Where am I going?’ She wondered. Her feet seemed to be taking her wherever they wanted to. “Well,” she muttered, “It’s not like I know where to go…” Lizabeth raised her head and looked around. “So,” she continued, “Lead the way, I feet. Just don’t let me walk off a cliff.”
As Lizabeth walked, she started to wonder if she should continue walking or not. She realized that she didn’t even know the man, and it could be a trap. Yet something told her to keep going. She walked and walked until she just sat down on the grass. “I’m getting nowhe–” she started to murmur, until she noticed a big purple and blue ball of light. It flew around and Lizabeth followed it, stretching out her fingers, staring in wonder. She didn’t even notice she was in a forest then. She kept on walking towards the ball until she was too tired to continue.
Lizabeth took out a sheet and sat down. She looked at the ball, which had stopped and just hovered into the air as if it was waiting for her. She tried to conjure up another rubber band (Charmi Braceletio!) but failed and ended up with a charm bracelet. “I’m really bad at this…” She murmured. Lizabeth then slipped the rubber band off her foot and removed the charm and put it on the bracelet. She tied her blue hair into a braid using the rubber band. Lizabeth hid behind a tree and changed her pajamas that she’d worn to sleep last night into a tank top with a loose sweater over it and some skinny jeans. Though she was odd, she still dressed normally. She sat on the sheet with her blanket and pillow and rested.
After about an hour, Lizabeth got up and walked some more. Then, after a very short time, she stopped. In front of her was a beautiful door, with green stalks and golden swirls wrapped around them. She saw a gold wolf knocker. She began to knock on the door with the knocker. Then she heard a growl. Lizabeth leapt back, surprised. “Watch it.” The gold knocker had growled. “You talk?” Lizabeth asked, still shocked. “No, I’m just forming sounds with my snout. Of course I talk!” ‘Sheesh…Watch the sarcasm!’ Lizabeth thought. “I need to get through the door.” Lizabeth said. “Yeah, and I need to get off the door. I guess neither of us will get what we want.” The golden wolf growled.