The War YO-YO Kid: A Memoir

The War YO-YO Kid: A Memoir

by Annel Jeanette Shaw


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This is a very interesting story about a very young Finnish child's confusing and upsetting life by being sent from one country to another during the ugly and devastating Russian-Finnish war. She was sent to a different country, away from her own family, to completely unknown and different people with different customs and talking a different language. The first time she was sent away, she was only eighteen months old.

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ISBN-13: 9781490707853
Publisher: Trafford Publishing
Publication date: 09/23/2013
Pages: 210
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.48(d)

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The War YO-YO Kid: A Memoir 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ya? ~M.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hey the writer/V wanted me to tell u to come to the next result. - ari &#9812 &#9813 &#9814 &#9815 &#9816 &#9817 &#9818 &#9819 &#9820 &#9821 &#9822 &#9823 &#9824 &#9825 &#9826 &#9827 &#9828 &#9829 &#9830 &#9831 &#9832 &#9833 &#9834 &#9835 &#9836 &#9837 &#9838 &#9839 Yolo.;b
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
(Hey guys!!! Sorry for the huuuuge delay. There was this whole confusing mess-up with my nook and then I was busy all yesterday and most of today, but now I can post!! Ok. So ari answered the TQ again, and this week's is...what is an astrolabe? Answer at the next story part, TBA at the end of this part. Now. Is there anything else I need to! Ok. On to the story!) I looked for a long time at the word "archery" on my schedule. Finally, I thought, something that I'll maybe be good at. You know, my dad being Apollo and all. I walked with Ria to the archery range. I discovered that Seth and Crystal were in my archery class and noticed Seth pull his pearl dagger/sword/bow out of his pocket and transform it into the softly gleaming silver bow. I picked out a random bow and tried it out. I got bull's eye every time but it was a little flimsy. Every bow I tried out never missed center target but they all felt a little off to me. Suddenly I remembered—the bow that Apollo had left me four years ago! I don't know how I knew, but I drew it out of its usual place in my pocket and whispered to it: "I, Grace, fathered by the great sun, now order you to grow and serve me." It immediately responded. Suddenly I was holding a full sized beautiful bow that let off a soft glow. It looked like there was silver woven into the wood. The arrows were of shining celestial bronze. It felt perfectly balanced in my hand, and I held it like a pro. I nocked an arrow. "Hey! Who wants to have a shooting contest?" Crystal shouted, her eyes gleaming. Everyone lined up behind one target. Crystal was right before me in line. "Just so you know," she whispered back to me, "I'm the best archer in camp. Nobody beats me. Did you hear? NO one." She grinned and stepped forward as the line moved up. Mostly my classmates were pretty good, but then there were those people who just missed Chiron or sent their arrows straight into the ground or spinning off into the woods. Finally it was Crystal's turn. She nocked her arrow, aimed, and thok! her arrow met its mark. It struck the bull's eye with authority and stayed there, quivering. "Yes!" she shouted. "I won again!" Everyone cheered. "Wait," I said loudly. All the people went quiet. Chiron stared at me intensely. "Um...well, the contest's not over yet." I took a deep breath. Nocked an arrow. Took aim. Drew the arrow back, pulling the string as tight as I dared...........The arrow loosed. I saw it shooting straight and true. In slow motion, it hissed directly throught the center of Crystal's arrow, splitting it down the middle in a perfect cut. My arrow pierced Crystal's arrowhead and penetrated to the very center of the target. "I think I won," I said softly. Crystal's mouth hung open. The class stared. Chiron seemed to look right into me. I backed up a little. All at once, I felt very self-conscious. "I—I...." Suddenly I saw the pattern of silver woven into my bow and arrows. It was the same interlocking swirls that glittered on my sword and armor. "I—I, um, better make it to my next class," I stammered. I subconsciously whispered a command to my bow to shrink it and shoved it in my pocket—more gasps and stares. Then I hurried away to my cabin, Chiron protesting and Ria starting after me, then stopping. I dumped a couple of peaches in the small offering pit in the middle of the floor and said to Apollo, "What is happening to me?"•••He answered in my dreams. (Thanks! Next part at next res. Thanks for reading!)