This is my latest story. Here's the first page.
The Under Water City of Atlantis
“Magda! What’s this?”
Magda ran into the kitchen. Her golden blonde hair fell down past her shoulders to her hips. Her deep sea blue eyes were twinkling. Today she was dressed in an orange shirt and jeans. She always smelled like pomegranate apple.
“What’s what?”
“Do you know what this is?” I asked.
“No!”
I was holding up a blue sphere covered in splats of paint. It was around the size of a baseball.
“Can I hold it?”Magda asked.
“Sure, but be careful, we don’t know what it is. I just found it in with the eggs.” I looked around the kitchen. It wasn’t much. There was the small, snow white refrigerator next to the counter. Above the counter was a cluster of cabinets holding salt, flower and other cooking materials. The oven stood on the counter’s other side. Then another counter with more cabinets was on the oven’s left. I handed the sphere over to Magda. She inspected it.
“I don’t know.” She concluded. “Should we call Mr.Plank?”
We had been living with Mr. and Mrs. Plank for a week now. Mr. Plank had rescued us from the Arctic and brought us back to his house. He was a friendly man, with twinkly eyes and deep brown hair. Mr.Plank was a little woman with mouse brown hair who’s cooking was wonderful and always complained that we were underfed.
Just then, the ball shrieked in a hundred tiny voices, “Help!”
I screamed and Magda dropped the sphere. The sphere started to fall, but rose up in the air. We looked at it in wonder and awe. Magda’s freckles stood out on her pale face, beneath her golden hair.
