No More Standard-Or Is There?

You liked Standard, right? Well, I am going to make it a book! In maybe a few years. For now, I will make it a book for myself the old fashioned way- PRINT AND STAPLE! I might show to my friends like Annelise and my mom- but that`s it. I bet your jealous! But just wait for the published book!!! :)

Goodbye Books

Say goodbye...
because in 20 years, books will be gone.


Paper backs and hard covers. Brocheres and panflits.

Online E-books and pads.

SEE THE DIFFERENCE? WE NEED BOOKS! BOOKS ARE IMPORTANT! BUT DO PEOPLE CARE? NO.
Welcome to the 21st century- Population: everyone.

DONE!

It may have taken FOREVER, but I`m done with my story, Standard! I think it`s really good, but here`s the good news of the ending: I`m back to writing random short stories again! Finally! So, did you like Standard?

-Isa :)

Standard:Epilogue

Every now and then, I think about Granny.

Every now and then, I plant a new crop in the garden. 

Every now and then, I reread Granny`s note.

Sometimes I wonder if Granny is happy where she is. I wonder if she`s proud of me. Right now, 40 years later, I am 70 years old. The garden is my prized possession. When I feel like being with Granny I sit in the middle of the garden and close my eyes. I loose track of time. Sometimes I`m there for hours, sometimes for seconds. It depends. Granny tells me when to go and when to leave.

I could not be here, right now, without this garden.

Standard:Chapter 25: The Wedding

The wedding was awesome! Everyone we asked came, even those people in New York, like my mom and Joan. I was pretty sure Granny was here too, if you know what I mean. The ceromony was OK, but I don`t remember most of it. The bald guy with a tiny book stood behind the middle of Marco and I. I was wearing a purple dress, with tiny yellow flowers on it. They look like circles from far away. Marco wore a black tux, because the other colors a tux comes in are all ugly. The bald guy aked me, "Do you take Marco Bolt as your husband?" "I do." I replied. "Do you take Anne Vocoshitz as your wife?" "I do." Marco said. "You may kiss the bride." While the crowd cheered, Marco and I kissed. 

After the wedding, I walked into my room. I saw a piece of paper on my bed. I read it and gasped.

Hello, Anne.

I haven`t seen you in years! Beautiful wedding, by the way. You did a great job on the farm. I am so proud of who you are becoming! I love you!

Love,

Granny 

 I almost fainted. I read about how dead people can communicate with alive people. I showed Marco. He gasped, too. At night, before bed, I whispered "Thank you, Granny. I got your not. I miss and love you. Love, Anne." I heard her voice in my ear, "Your welcome." She left. I cried. I talked to Granny for the first time in 12 years! I was happy, but sad. I turned off the light and fell asleep. 

Standard:Chapter 24: Remember What You Said?

We officially moved out of our apartment in New York. We unpacked. I looked around and found out a small town is only 10 miles from the farm. We could go there for goods. I feel at home already!

One day Marco asked me, "So?" I answered, "So what?" "Everything is perfect right? The crops are grown, and the farm is now ours. Everything is perfect, right?" "Yeah, why?" "Remember what you said before we moved? After we visited your mom? You said after the crop was grown we could get married." "That was a year ago-" "You said it might take a year!" "OK, then."

We decided to get married, since I said so over a year ago. I said that we could married after the crops grew. Well, the crops are grown. So we are going to get married. Makes sense, right?

Standard: Chapter 23: Good News and More Good News

"I didn`t feel ready, so I slammed the door in his face." I told Marco. "Do you know what you did? We may loose the farm!" Marco told me. "Why?" "We don`t know that guy! He could be manager, or head assistant. We could get in trouble with that company and loose the farm!" "We know something about him." "What, Anne?" "His name is George Fox." "Great! Anne, anything else?" "Hmmm... it said on his name tag 'Green Fox Agency, George Fox, Manager, Home Inspector.' Also, he`s ugly." "Do you have your laptop?" "Yeah, here." I passed him my laptop. Marco searched "Blue Bunny Agency' on Google and went to their website, WWW.greenfox.com and went to the George Fox page. He sent him an email:

Dear Mr.Fox:

Good night. This afternoon you came to our home? Do you recall this? Anne slammed the door in your face. She is very sorry and says she didn`t feel ready. This farm is VERY special to Anne so if you can come back here tomorrow or the next day so we don`t have to loose this farm. Please write back as soon as possible so we can help grow the crops.

Thank you,

Marco Bolt

The next morning George said yes! He replied with 1 word:

Yes.

The next day he came again. "Anne? I suppose this is Marco." "Yes sir. Would you like to see our garden?" "Yes, ma'am." So we did. We showed him our whole garden. After that he said, "This is wonderful! So...perfect! Anne Vocoshitz, Marco Bolt- this household IS NOW YOURS!" He left. When he did, I yelled. I was so happy! I smiled and just stood there. I could feel Granny smiling from Heaven.    

 

Standard: Chapter 22: Ready But Not Ready

"George, I think you have the date mixed up. You were coming here March 3, not today!" I told George. No matter how ready I was I didn't feel ready. Not yet, anyway. "Anne, I think you have the date mixed up. I was coming here March 3, today!" George mimicked. "George, are you a magician?" I asked. "What! No!" George stammered. Quickly, I slammed the door in his face. "Anne! Open the door! Time for your in-" George started to say. "La! La! La! Not listening!" I yelled. Marco and I had lunch and that night Marco asked the same question I expected him to ask: "What happened to the inspection?"

Standard: Chapter 21: Repainted, Replanted, & Perfect

When our plane landed, Marco and I took a Taxi to the farm. It was worse than I thought. The last time I was at the farm Granny`s house was bright red. Now the house was a grayish silver. Back then, when I met Marco 3 years ago, the crops were grown, standing tall and proud over the bright red house. What can dirt do? We had 2 weeks to fix up Granny`s farm. Pretty soon I expected a tumble weed to roll by. Besides Marco and I, the farm was deserted. No one was any where. I had enough sadness, and knew right there I would kick some butt. No one, and I mean NO ONE can take away MY farm. I grabbed a pack of tomato plants and a shovel and angrily walked toward the pile of dirt. Marco just stared at me, standing near the back door to the house. I knew he wanted to run inside. He wanted to stay inside, and not come out until this whole planting thing is over, done with. "Umm...Do you need some help with that?" Marco asked me. I nodded 'no' and kept on weeding. There were a lot of weeds. Finally, all the weeds were pulled and it was time to go inside. The next day was February 27. Only 4 more days! Two days later our whole farm was replanted. Marco painted the farm while I planted. "Do you want it in purple?" he asked me. "No. Red, Granny`s favorite color." I answered. So by March 3 the farm was repainted, replanted, and perfect! At 12:00 PM on March 3 Marco and I were about to have lunch when I heard a knock on the door. "Hello?" I asked a man on the front porch in a black tux. "Are you Anne Vocoshitz?" he asked. "Yeah. Who are you?" I asked. "George Fox, I am here to inspect your farm."

Standard: Chapter 20: My Idea- And Marco`s Reaction To It

So my mom told me that if nothing is planted by March 3, they will tear down Granny`s farm. I was devastated! That farm may just seem like dirt and plants to citians (my Granny made that up. A citation is someone from the city, like people from New York.) but to me and Granny the farm was like a magical castle. The best place in the whole world! Then I had an idea- and it involves a lot more than a packet of seeds. It might take a year, maybe more but it was a great idea. Back home, Marco and I sat next to each other. "Well? What did you want to tell me?" asked Marco. "Well," I replied, with a devious look. "I had an idea. Mom said by March 3, right?" "Yeah" he answered, obviously confused, but interested. "Lets plant! Maybe we can plant...um... corn! Tomato plants, too. And different types of flowers. Yeah! But you wanna know the best part?" I explained. It looked like a light bulb turned on in Marco`s head. One minute he was lost. The next he looks like if he was thinking, Oh, yeah! What a great idea! "What?" was all he managed to say. All his thoughts must have stopped him from saying all those things he felt like telling me. "Once all the crops have grown, we could get married. Good idea, huh?" I told Marco, waiting for him to say one word like "Yeah." or "OK." I was surprised when he replied, "Oh, yeah! That`s a great idea, Anne! And if the seeds are planted they can`t tear the farm and..." his voice trailed off. He got off the sofa, and grabbed my big bag with a dolphin on it from a drawer. I did not understand what he was doing at all. I followed him to our bedroom. I sat on the bed to rest my ankle. I saw Marco grab random handfuls of cloths from random drawers and stuff them in my bag. When that was filled he got a garbage bag and stuff the rest of our cloths into that. He put our shoes in another garbage bag. Then he told me to put my tiny things somewhere safe, so I did. About 2 hours later we had packed everything in our apartment. That`s when I had the chance to ask Marco, "Why did we have to pack everything?" "Were going to Kansas." he replied, grinning. So we took our bags (actually Marco took them) and Marco called a Taxi to take us to the airport. It was just like last time, but this time I knew I was flying first class for something important. And that felt good.