Alisa was the oldest. She was 17 years old and she was always thinking and daydreaming. She was quite shy but she had a considerable number of friends and she was never lonely nor were there too many people around her. She loved writing stories and that suited her quite well because she had so many ideas.
Allison was the second child. At 15 she was quite odd. She was the tallest, skinniest and definitely the most moody. She wasn't very popular, she had only one friend and that was her little turtle.
She was the saddest one of all the sisters.
Alice was the third daughter. She was 14 and she was the most musical one. She was a dazzling singer and she could play the piano, violin, flute, and guitar. She was also the prettiest and the most sensible of all her sisters.
Alicia was the youngest daughter at age 12. She was most artistic one. She drew beautiful pictures, painted masterpieces, and could sketch a picture of one of her friends in 15 minutes. Alicia loved art and she always enjoyed a trip to an art gallery.
Now begins my story about four not so ordinary girls that are all sisters, living in one house with their parents and a little turtle on Langley Street in Harlridge, Weirndosia.
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"Alisa!!" Mother called. "Stop daydreaming. Your sisters have already left for school." Alisa quickly gulped down her juice and choked on the pulp. "Errr, sorry. Bye Mother." She kissed Mother's cheek and grabbed the bag on the chair next to her.
Alisa ran to school as fast as she could. School was just 20 metres away from their house. Alisa ran into her class just five seconds after the bell. Miss Hart looked at Alisa sternly. "That is the fourth time you have been tardy Miss Albert." Alisa smiled sheepishly.
"I hope it won't happen again, Miss Albert." Alisa nodded and squirmed from where she was standing. "Please sit down." Alisa obeyed and then Miss Hart proceeded to explain about the history of Weirndosia. As Alisa sat in her seat she wondered what they would be having for lunch.
Meanwhile, Allison was brooding in her seat all the way at the back of the her class. She wasn't allowed to sit up front. "She is too tall, Sir." Mr. Rupert said to the Headmaster. So Allison was placed at the back where all the bullies sat. They teased and bullied poor Allison every chance they got.
Somewhere on the other side of school, Alice sat at her desk, Her posture perfect, her desk clean and dust free, her clothes unruffled. Girls would pass her notes, and some of the boys would smile at her the way they would smile to a girl they especially liked. Alice was by far one of the most popular girls in her form.
Just opposite Alice's class, Alicia sat at her desk, doodling on a piece of paper. She wasn't really listening to her teacher, Mr. Reilley. She was busy wondering what she could create with four buttons, two used boxes, some paperclips and six marbles. Alicia was creative and soon came up with an idea for her junk under her bed.
That day was a normal and ordinary day, not a day one would remember for the rest of his of her life, but it was just a day I picked out because it was so ordinary.
When would an Un-ordinary day come then? Ah, that will happen in story 2.
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