Libby’s Two Days

Introducing a short story by our guest writer, Sarah Harper. She was kind enough to let her mother post this and be all braggy and stuff. Enjoy! – Robin

Chapter 1

‘’Beep! Beep!’’ My sister shouted.

I rubbed my eyes, still half asleep.

After my alarm clock broke, my mom joked to my little sister, Cat, that she could be my new alarm clock.  Of course, Cat took this quite literally, and has been beeping ever since.

Oh, I guess I should introduce myself instead of talking about broken alarm clocks.

My name is Lillian, or the preferred Libby. And my little sister’s name is Willow, but since she doesn’t like being named after a type of tree, she nicknamed herself after her favorite animal.

‘’BeepBeepBeepBeep!’’ Cat hollered once again.

‘’O-Okay Okay! I hear you!’’ I say, slowly climbing out of bed.

‘’Hey Libby, guess what?’’.

‘’…What?’’ I ask, a bit afraid.

‘’Mom isn’t awake…’’, Said Cat.

Oh no.

‘So you have to make us breakfast!’’

‘’Ugh, fine, what do you want?’’ I said

‘’Extra buttery pancakes, toast, but no crust, bacon, fresh squeezed orange juice, and a scoop of ice cream with hot fudge.’’ She smirked at me, I knew she said all that just to spite me.

‘’No’’, I said with a frown.

‘’Pwetty pwease?’’ Cat stuck out her lip and started doing puppy dog eyes, ironically.

‘’Cat, that doesn’t work and you know it.’’

‘’Too bad!’

‘’This is ridiculous, how about we just have some oatmeal?’’

‘’Fine’’, Cat said sadly.

Chapter 2  

‘’Wait! Wait! Wait for me!’’ I shout as the bus passes by me.  I swear I could see my sister sticking her tongue out at me through the window.

Man, now I have to walk to school, and it’s hot out.

The heat blazes at me, and I’m sweating all over, I’m pretty sure the sun’s laughing at me.

I try to start running, but I quickly run out of energy.

I’m hot, I’m tired, and now my throat’s dry.

I turn my head to the neighbors house, they have a pool. No… I can’t possibly…

Knock Knock.

‘’Oh- Ms Jackson, what happened to you? Why are you so wet? And why are you barefoot?’’ My teacher, Mrs. Koffi, says.

‘’Uh…’’ I say.

‘’Nevermind, There’s some spare clothes in the closet.’’ Says Mrs. Koffi.

‘’Thank you, Mrs Koffi.’’

I quickly run out of the classroom, I feel so stupid.  Who even does that?

All the clothes in the closet were sweatpants and shirt with the school mascot on it, for a second, I was considering wearing the wet clothes instead, but I decided against it, for it would take hours for the clothes to dry.

There was unfortunately no shoes, I left my shoes at the neighbors house. Man, I really liked those shoes.

After I got changed, I looked in my backpack, Luckily there was my gym sneakers, but no socks, so I guess I have to deal with the blisters.

I slowly crept back into my classroom , today I was glad that my desk was in the back.

I was still tired, doesn’t help that math is boring.

Maybe I could just lay down my head…

Wait, where am I?

One second I was in my class, now I’m in a grassy field wearing a cape.               ‘’Libby! Help!’’I heard a familiar voice, It was my sister! In a cage!

‘’Cat?! What are you doing in there?’’  

‘ ’She trapped me in here!’’                                                                     



Chapter 3

Just then, I saw a very tall person walking towards us, she had yellow snakes for hair, and a long pink torn up dress that covered her legs.

‘’Who are you? And what are you doing with my sister?’’

‘’I took your sister so I can steal her cuteness!’’ The tall woman cackled, and started to pull a large switch next to the cage.

‘’You won’t get away with this.’’ I glared, and then, somehow, pulled a entire sword out of my pocket.

‘’Oh, too bad that I know your weakness.’’ The snake woman then pulled a huge crate out of her pocket, and opened it.

Out came scurrying spiders, big ones, little ones, and medium ones.

I gasped and dropped my sword.


‘’I’m pretty sure ‘’spiders’’ isn’t the answer to 4 divided by 2,  Miss Jackson.’’

I opened my eyes to see a classroom and 18 kids laughing and pointing at me.

My face turned bright red, and at that moment, a someone raised their hand and said:

‘’Its 2, Mrs. Franklin’’

I turn my head to see who said it, and almost growled when I saw who it was, but the bell rang, and it was time for lunch.

‘’It’s okay, Libby, I do that all the time.’’

That was the voice of my best friend, Phil, we’ve been friends since preschool, but sometimes he creeps me out, because his glasses are completely opaque, and you never see his eyes.

‘’Yeah, but i’m not you.’’ I remark.

‘’Still… Anyway, what’s with those clothes? I thought you hated wearing sweatpants in public.’’ He asked.

“Well…Don’t tell anyone about this but, long story short, I jumped into my neighbor’s pool.’’

‘’Wha- wh-, nevermind…’’ I can see the judgment in his eyes.

‘’Don’t judge me! It’s hot out there!’’

‘’Hot enough to jump into your neighbor’s pool?’’

‘’Yeah! It’s like a desert out there!’’

‘’Sure it is.’’



Chapter 4

‘’Good morning Lillian and Phillip, may I sit here?’’

I look up at who was talking and narrow my eyes, It was Susie, my worst enemy.

‘’Uhm, hello..Susie..Sure…’’ Phil is head over heels for her, much to my dismay.

‘’Ahem, Susie, we don’t go by those names, how would you feel if we called you Susanna all the time?’’ I say as matter of factly.

‘’Oh dear, my sincerest of apologies, Libby.’’

That made me angrier, why did she have to be so perfect all the time?

Susie lay down her lunch box and sat down, she even sits perfectly!

I looked down at my sloppy joe and poked it, and then looked back up at Susie and Phil.

Susie has a peanut and jelly sandwich, and is cutting it to small pieces with a knife and fork.  While Phil has a piece of white bread and water.

‘’So, what are you guys doing this weekend?’’ I ask, breaking the silence.

‘’Oh! I’m doing a lemonade stand this weekend!’’ Susie chirps up.

‘’A lemonade stand, huh? Well, me and Phil are doing one as well!’’ I proudly say.

‘’Hey, I didn’t agree to-’’ Phil about to say, but I slap my hand over his mouth.

‘’Were both just so excited!’’ I say just as cheerful.

‘’Well, maybe see you tomorrow!’’ Susie then picks up her lunch box and leaves.

‘’Okay, two things, one, you didn’t say anything about starting a lemonade stand, two, OW,’’ Phil says.

‘’Sorry…But I just need to beat her at something!’’ I exclaim.

‘’What’s your obsession with one upping her?’’ Phil questions.

‘’Well…It all started long ago…’’

‘’Alright, ladies and gentlemen, our last two contestants are up, Lillian , your word is xylophone.’’

‘’X-l-o-p-o-n-e’’ A young Libby says proudly.

‘’I’m sorry, Lillian, that is incorrect, Susie, your turn is up, if you get it right, then you’ll go on to our state spelling bee and get one trillion dollars!’’

‘’X-y-l-o-p-h-o-n-e.’’ Susie says.

‘’Congrats! Susie you have won and now have a trillion dollars and a mansion!’’



Chapter 5

‘’Libby, is that story even real?’’ Phil asks.

‘’Well-sort of, but she still won the spelling bee!’’

‘’So you now have a obsession with beating her at something because she won the spelling bee, 5 years ago?’’

‘’It may sound stupid, but it would make more sense if you were me!’’


The bell rang again, meaning it was time for recess.

When me and Phil came outside, I ran to the monkey bars, I love them but Phil doesn’t go on them because of an incident that we shall not speak of.

‘’I can’t believe that you still go on those after that incident with the honey badger-’’

‘’Hey! You promised not to speak about it again!’’

‘’So? I should be able to speak about it, it was your fault.’’

‘’Was not!’’

‘’What are you guys talking about?’’ Susie asks.

‘’An incident that involved a honey badger, a beehive, and a 7th grader that caused Phil to fall off the monkey bars and break a arm and a leg.’’

‘’Yeah, I was super brave, ‘’ Says Phil looking up, wind blowing in his hair as he flexes his muscles. (No, that’s not what happened, but I added that in anyway to make him feel better.)

‘’Actually, you cried for four hours straight and now you’re too afraid to even go near the monkey bars,’’ I admit.

‘’She’s just saying that.’’ Phil mutters, his face turning dark red.

Susie giggles,  “Thanks for telling me, anyway.’’

The end-of-the-day bell rings as Phil shoots me an angry look.

I look in my backpack and pull out my other clothes, there dry, just a little damp around the edges.

I go into the bathroom and change into my clothes, I can at least look better on the bus.

‘’Bye, Libby.’’ Phil waves goodbye and gets into his mom’s car.

I also wave goodbye and walk to the bus.


Chapter 6

The bus ride was as noisy and dirty as ever.  Kids screaming, the bus driver screeching at them to be quiet, and gum stuck all over the floor.

I sat in the front seat, the window doesn’t open, but at least it’s not sticky.

As always, I forgot that’s where the kindergarteners sit, so the entire bus ride consisted of them pulling my hair, me yelling at them to stop, then the bus driver yelling at me to stop yelling at the kindergarteners, repeat.  I was so glad when I got off.   

‘’Cat! I’m home!’’ I shouted. I instantly regretted it as Cat walked in, she was wearing a neon pink dress, dress up make up, and mom’s old high heels.

‘’Cat! What did you do?!’’

‘’I’m not Cat, I’m Princess Fluffy Cupcakes,’’ Cat says, walking towards the kitchen like some sort of super model.

Oh no, not Princess Fluffy Cupcakes again.

When Cat was 3, she made up a character named Princess Fluffy Cupcakes and has been dressing as her ever since.  The worst part about it is that she does it at random times, so we all dread the day when she decides to dress as her.

‘’Now, go make me food.’’ Princess Fluffy Cupcakes demanded.

‘’Why should I?’’ I asked.

‘’Because you’re my loyal servant and I told you to.’’

‘’Hey, I didn’t agree to being your servant.’’

‘’Would you rather be the jester?’’


‘’Then go make me food.’’

‘’Fine,’’ I say like Cat did this morning.

I grab the box of jello, and pour it into the bowl, now, i’m not exactly sure how to make jello, but I have a basic idea.

I get some cold water from the sink, I saw some people use boiling water, but who wants hot jello?

When I mixed it, it just became some weird red mush, oh well.I start to make pancakes, Cat, I mean, Princess Fluffy Cupcakes, likes her pancakes very buttery, I’m not sure how much butter mom puts on, so I just an entire stick of butter on the pancakes and put it in the microwave.

‘’Ouch!’’ I yell as the hot butter dripping off the plate reaches my hand.

So I got jello and pancakes, what do I need?  A drink! I saw some people in movies mash grapes with their feet to make fancy drinks, so that’s what I do


Chapter 7

‘’Here you go, Mrs. Cupcakes.’’

Cat scrunches her nose up in a disgusted sort of way, how ungrateful!

But then, I see a creepy smile come on to her face.

Cat picks up the pancakes, jello, and drink, and pours it all over the floor.

‘’Start cleaning.’’

‘’Argh! Cat! I have a lemonade stand to prepare for!’’

Cat only laughs as she starts walking up the stairs.

‘’Oh, and by the way, mommy’s coming home in 10 minutes, so chop chop.’’

There is no way i’m cleaning that up, i’ll just say Cat did it.

“Kids! I’m hom-What is that?!’’

‘’Cat did it.’’

‘’I’m disappointed in you….’’

I grinned at the thought of Cat getting grounded, what would her punishment be? No playdates? Take away her toys?

‘’….For letting your little sister dump all her food on the floor!’’

The shock hit me so hard that I almost fell over, but I kept my balance.

‘’But mom! I made her all that food and then dumped it all over the floor!’’

‘’Letting your sister do that? Blaming her? Not cleaning it up? I’ve heard enough, you are grounded, young lady!’’ Mom looked pretty upset, but so was I.


‘’No buts, now, I need a nap…’’

What was I going to now? Susie was expecting me to have a lemonade stand, and I was not gonna let her 1-up me any more.

You know what they say, desperate times call for drastic measures.
Chapter 8

‘’Hey, Phil!’’ I call out.

‘’Oh, Libby! You’re here!, I thought you would never come.’’

‘’Well, I almost didn’t….’’ I half admit.

‘’What? Why?’’

‘’Oh, nothing…Anyway, where’s Susie?’’

‘’She’s coming in about 5 minutes.’’

‘’How do you know?’’

‘’I called her.’’

‘’What?! How do you have her phone number?!’’

‘’Oh…I just asked her…And she gave it to me….Yeah.’’

‘’Uh, Okay.’’

‘’Hi guys!’’ Susie yells.

Her parents were carrying a large pink box, I suddenly felt embarrassed of our small box that was called a lemonade stand.

‘’Hey guys! How are you doing?’’ Susie asks.

‘’Oh, could be better…’’ I lied, we were miserable.

‘’I’m sorry, Libby,’’ Susie started pouring lemonade into cups.

Just then I noticed something, the lemonade was pink! No way were we getting any money!

‘’Phil, do you have any red food dye?’’


Darn, there goes that idea.

We waited for a little while until a few people came.

‘’Mommy, I’m thirsty, can I get lemonade?’’ A little girl said.


They started to walk towards our stand before the girl said:

‘’No, I want pink lemonade, yellow lemonade is boring’’

Subtle, I thought.

Hours after hours, Susie got more and more money, although, a lady gave us a penny, probably because she felt bad for us.

‘’Phil, it’s hopeless, we’re never going to get any money.’’

I was right, night came, and we still only had one penny.

I was tired, and angry, and with that mindset, I grabbed a cup of Susie’s lemonade, and poured it over her head.


Chapter 9

‘’Hey! What did you do that for?!’’ Susie throws lemonade in my face in a rage.

‘’I need backup, Phil!’’ I shout, He luckily brings over all our lemonade.

People start crowding around and recording us, which is unsurprising, since we’re some random kids throwing lemonade at each other in the middle of the street.

‘’Oooo! A lemonade fight!’’ I hear a familiar voice, it’s my little sister!

Wait a second, how did she get here? She obviously can’t drive.

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no.

‘’Lillian Annie Jackson! What are you doing!’’

‘’Mom! How did you get here?!’’

‘’That’s not important, why are you here?’’


‘’Nevermind, I don’t need an explanation, you’re officially grounded until school is over!’’

‘’What? No! You can’t do that!’’

‘’Oh, yes I can’’

‘’Hey, Libby, you guys are all over the internet!’’ Cat says, pointing at my phone.

‘’Oh, my mom’s going to be so mad! I’m getting out of here!’’ Phil says, running down the street.

So much for backup.

‘’All right, the show is over, go home.’’ My mom says, shooing the crowd.

Then she grabs my arm and takes us to the car.

The car ride itself was silent, not a word was spoken.

‘’Alright Libby, go to bed.’’ Mom’s voice was soft, but her face was stern.

‘’But it’s only 9:30!’’ I complain.

‘’That’s your punishment for tonight.’’

I reluctantly head up to my room, just a minute after I close my door, a little note is slipped under my door.

Hey, tonight we are having spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and even cookies and ice cream for dessert, not that you can have any 🙂 — Cat


Chapter 10

I made this short chapter to tell you guys what has happened while i’m grounded.

My mom took away my computer so I have to write this chapter myself, which is very painful, by the way.

Although, I’m in my room most of the time, so that means peace and quiet.


It’s still very boring, I can call Phil, but I can’t really do anything.

Oh well, i’ll find something.

‘’Libby! The neighbors just called! They said you jumped in their pool yesterday!’’ Says mom.

Uh oh.


About the Author

Sarah Harper was born on an island where she currently lives and waits with anticipation to grow up and travel “off-island” (also called “the rest of the world”). She enjoys reading books, comics and eating mac and cheese while sharing a house with her Mom, Dad and big sister. Her chosen weapons are kindness and humor — watch out for this one.



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