I can’t get over how pathetic I feel. I literally almost start every Mines of Malaysia part with an apology! Bear with me, patient readers – you are all so kind. Beautiful weather has come and Fall is coming. We’re getting adjusted to our new Fall schedule, so everything around here is a little hectic – My mom put in two new classes to our homeschool session today, Art and Poetry, and wants to do History regularly now, and on top of that, we’re going through and getting everything done and finishing off my cyber school program, Switched-On-Schoolhouse. I’m almost finished with that program, and ready for the new updated program with my new level!
Now that you are updated on my life and understand why the MinesOfMalaysia posts are coming slowly, here’s the next post. I hope to be posting more frequently.
*NOW TOLD IN THE POV OF EMELIE*
We had changed outfits before we left, thankfully, because or dainty shoes we had on would have practically been torn apart with all the trekking we did. We were wandering hopelessly in an aimless direction, praying for guidance – where was Jasmine?
“I hope we live through this.” I said.
I liked the sound of that. I laid on the comfy grass and breathed in the sweet late-afternoon sun. Fall was coming soon, and everything was going to cool down greatly and we would all drink Apple Cider and play outside in the leaves with jackets on and–
“Wait, is that a hairpin I see on that hill? Jasmine wore that one! The pink one!!! She went this way!” I exclaimed excitedly. At last, some hope!
TO BE CONTINUED