…a pinhole look into the life of one not-so-ordinary girl.
The Many Lives of Fritzi
The Pogo Stick
to view the beginning of chapter one, click here.
Chapter 2 Continued
Immediately, things began to awaken. It felt like an earthquake was shaking her. The vibrations were so strong she began to lose her balance and that made her nervous. She started to retreat back to her father’s desk. The concrete floor of the shed started cracking. It was strange to her how it was cracking, though, because it had uniformity to it. It wasn’t random. It began to shift in a pattern – 12 inch squares were moving farther and farther apart from each other. The concrete squares had maneuvered so much that it left a gap in the middle of the floor about 6 feet by 8 feet.
A huge noise came from the belly of the shed. It was an ear-piercing roar, which ended the same second she heard it, but remained a loud rumble.
She had no idea what she’d done. After she retrieved the garage-door opener from her pocket, she pointed it at the ceiling in the general direction of the keypad on the wooden door and pushed the button. She hoped if she pressed the button it would make everything go back to the way it was – that it would be hidden again. No harm done.
Fritzi’s father was very cautious to keep things vague and hard to figure out, just in case the secrets of his shed were found out. He designed the system to have different steps involved, none seeming the same, so that once everything was ready, he could use the garage-door opener from a safe distance and release what he’d been working on in the late hours of the night and early hours of the morning.
Once Fritzi pressed the button on the garage-door opener, she had only just realized that she’d released a rocket out of her father’s shed when the fire from the afterburners made contact with the spilt chemicals and exploded.
As Fritzi and Allister found themselves floating higher and higher into the sky, Fritzi spotted her pogo stick in the front yard.
The End for now.
Tune in next Friday for a new story of Fritzi!
~ I also want to take a moment to thank my big sister Genon, who so kindly and graciously, efficiently and quickly critiqued my short story to make it ever-so-much better and easy for you to read. She’s a gem!