The Magic Snow Globe

Veronica Taylor

Description

A sister and brother transported into a magical candy world after they purchase a glowing snow globe must somehow find their way back home.
Blaire Parker and her younger brother, Jake, have just moved to Los Angeles with their parents. Although they are less than thrilled to be in their new home, Blaire and Jake try to make the best of it. A few days later while on a trip to the local mall, Jake spots a snow globe—even though it is the middle of summer. Even more unusual, the snow globe has no snow—only miniature candy charms, lollipops, and Twizzlers.
After they purchase the globe, it mysteriously begins to glow and eventually sends Blaire and Jake on an unexpected, wild adventure in a land of delicious treats. When a new friend tells them they are in Ice Pop City, Blaire and Jake realize it is up to them to find their way back home. As brother and sister travel through candy corn mountains, islands, and cities, will they ever achieve their mission or will the candy be bigger than they can chew?

Sujets

• Fiction Jeunesse
• Juvenilee Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 17 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 2
• EAN13: 9781665729628
• Langue: English

Extrait

THE MAGIC SNOW GLOBE
 
 
 
 
 
Veronica Taylor
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2023 Veronica Taylor.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-2988-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-2962-8 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022916715
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 04/17/2023
CONTENTS
Dedication
Cha pter 1Moving
Chapter 2Home Sweet … Oh, No!
Chapter 3Rain, Rain, Go Away
Chapter 4Beds are Better
Chapter 5Screaming Doesn’t Help
Chapter 6Ice Cream Everywhere
Chapter 7America is Gone!
Chapter 8Molly’s Mother
Chapter 9Give Me Answers
Chapter 10Danger!
Chapter 11The Day We Cried, “Yeti!”
Chapter 12Pet Peep, Please
Chapter 13What The Peep?!
Chapter 14Peep Rights
Chapter 15Under The Sea
Chapter 16Fishy Fishy
Chapter 17Hot Hots and Away!
Chapter 18Bunny Drama
Chapter 19Blueberry
Chapter 20Moving On Up
Chapter 21Too Bumpy
Chapter 22Doctor, Doctor
Chapter 23Cookie Land
Chapter 24Hours
Chapter 25Red isn’t So Bad …
Chapter 26Green Lollypops are Best
Chapter 27All White
Chapter 28Candies Galore
Chapter 29Phone!
Chapter 30Follow The Path
Chapter 31Danger Zone
Chapter 32Attack!
Chapter 33Follow Him
Chapter 34Jail ... Seriously?
Chapter 35Mushy Mush
Chapter 36All Change
Chapter 37Squeeeeze!
Chapter 38Police Peep
Chapter 39Escape?
Chapter 40They Don’t Make It Easy
Chapter 41Pursued by Pastries
Chapter 42Jail Break
Chapter 43Chocolate Overload
Chapter 44The What Now?
Chapter 45Bars and Bears
Chapter 46Whooosh!
Chapter 47The Island Across The Lagoon
Chapter 48On The Lagoon
Chapter 49Crawlers
Chapter 50Reunion for Molly
Chapter 51What’s Down There …?
Chapter 52The Treasure Below
Chapter 53The Wishing Cow
Chapter 54It’s Time!
Chapter 55Home
Thank you to Alexa Tewkesbury as a contributing editor.
DEDICATION
To my mom for always encouraging me and supporting my goals
To my teacher Mrs. Mota for inspiring me and encouraging me to keep writing
In memory of my great grandpa 1932 - 2022
CHAPTER 1 Moving
It was a normal day …
Sorry, I should introduce myself. My name’s Blaire Parker. I have a younger brother named Jake and a mom and dad.
Where was I …? It was just a normal day.
When I say “normal,” I mean my family and I had just moved to Rockville—a small, boring town famous for its rocks. I was ten years old. We were in a taxi. My eight-year-old little brother was dropping crumbs from his pop tart.
He stuck his tongue out at me and chewed even louder.
“We’re almost there,” the driver announced.
I smiled.
I never understood why people called airplane mush food . It was vile. Never again. When the flight attendants passed with their tray of evil “food,” I wanted to gag. Thankfully, I was OK this time.
The taxi driver made a turn, went straight, and stopped.
“We’ve arrived,” he said, looking at his rusty gray watch.
I looked at our new home. The lawn had shamrock-colored fake grass. The house was light brown, with a creaky porch and a chimney.
CHAPTER 2 Home Sweet … Oh, No!
“Can you hold my bag?” my mom asked me while digging around in it.
What did my mom have in there? Bricks? It felt as if I were holding a bowling ball. The bag pulled tightly on my arm. Mom held out the gigantic copper key we’d got in a white envelope a few days before. She inserted it into the lock, and the door slowly opened.
I didn’t know what was worse: a gigantic roach or that house. All I could see was dust galore. As we slipped inside the entrance, I walked into a hanging spiderweb string. Blah !
Mom gave Dad an intent look, her head tilting to the side.
“Let’s order pizza!” my dad said joyfully.
At that moment, I knew moving here was not the best choice. The obvious tone in his voice and Mom’s look confirmed my theory. Why leave family, friends, and neighbors behind for this cold, empty house?
“Why don’t you two pick your rooms?” Mom called out. We were already halfway up the narrow, sweeping staircase.
We managed to pull open every door in the dark hallway, and the sun’s rays beamed on the dull wooden floor.
“This one,” Jake said, pointing at a room. “This one is gonna be my room; I’ll put my future rabbits’ bed right… there!”
“That’s the ma in bedroom,” I said, slumping my shoulders. Plus, I wanted a dog.
“I bet this was a living room in the olden days!”
As we went back downstairs to heave our luggages up, I passed Dad bringing up the pump for the air mattresses.
While I was still unpacking, the pizza arrived. No one had to call me down. I smelled the hot, fresh, heavenly smell from upstairs. We ate on the wooden floor in the so-called living room.
By day two, I could’ve made a list of all the bad things that had happened. And it wasn’t even the afternoon.
First, I was the one to discover we packed all our personal belongings, books, toys, my tablet, etc., in the gazillion boxes we had. It would probably take an entire year to find anything. Second, I overheard Mom mention that the moving truck would take a week to arrive. An entire week! No reading, no toys, and no tablet for a week! What were we going to do?
Third … well, there was nothing else to report. Yet.
CHAPTER 3 Rain, Rain, Go Away
“My feet feel like they’re going to fall off my legs—I told you I didn’t bring my sneakers,” Jake complained. We were at the Rockville market. It was huge, being that Rockville was so tiny. There were a bunch of craft stores for decorating well- rocks.
At the entrance, a woman was giving leaflets for a contest about who could decorate the best rock. It looked pretty cool. I bet I could win, but I would never admit it to anyone. I took a leaflet and tried to be incognito, but my parents caught me and started talking to the woman.
“Are you going to enter the contest?” Mom asked as we walked away.
“Uh, no, I took one because no one else was taking one.” I lie, staring at the ground. Mom seemed to buy it, though.
“All right, I’m going to get lightbulbs, perhaps a toaster…,” Mom said, making a checklist. “I guess we’ll have to buy some shoes as well….”
Did I mention it’s almost ninety degrees out? Yesterday was slightly windy. Now I’m getting a sunburn. Hah! Strike three! I guess this happens when you move to a whole other city.
My dad, Jake, and I ventured further into the mall to find ‘We Make Your Home, Store’—talk about a bad name. We walked past the cookery aisle, where spatulas and pink whisks hung from the wall. Then another section full of green houseplants in grey pots.
We’d found the most boring aisle in the mall in a matter of minutes. Vacuum cleaners, vacuum cleaners of clearance, and vacuum cleaner bags. I tapped my foot while Jake stuck his hand into another grey shelf, grasped something, and poked Dad.
‘You’re such a cool person,” Jake said. “Remember that time you accidentally threw a water balloon at my face? Can I have this for my room?”
I saw something glimmer in his hand.
“Can I see it?” I asked.
“Here.”
It was a snow globe. Weird, it was the middle of summer. The snow globe had no snow, only miniature candy charms, lollipops in the colors of the rainbow, strawberry red Twizzlers, and shiny gold chocolate bars. It was still odd, but I wished I’d found it myself. Maybe someone accidentally left it. I handed it back as Jake continued to negotiate.
After what felt like forever, we’d purchased the stuff and gone back for the globe (Jake was successful in his negotiations). We met Mom at one of the best stands in the universe. No one could take this away from me. This stand was everywhere! In every state, town, and mall. Even in train stations! Susie’s slush bar. It was the best. They had every flavor of slushies created, like ever! That wasn’t even the best part. On the other end of it, there would be an entire wall stacked with big jars and candy galore inside them.
I am a seasoned Susie’s Slush bar customer. Very experienced and experienced customers like myself get three flavors. I know it is tough for newcomers like mom and dad to remember all the flavors, so I list them as simply as possible; royale purple first, aka the grape one. The grape one that puts real grapes to shame. Next, orange twist, with a drizzle of strawberry, and lastly, the strawberry-berry, the best one of them all. It was sweet, it was sour, and it was the absolute best.