Our first assignment in YA fiction. I had to write Stacy receiving a present from her point of view as a five year old. I'll try and post the "mirror" to this one (its a similar assignment that's in our journal) soon and some more over the weekend. Happy reading!
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“When will Grandma get here?” I ask. Hunter is crying, again. I want to plug his mouth with a roll Mommy took out earlier. He’d look like a piggy with an apple in his mouth. Maybe an apple would be better…
“…Daddy should be at the airport now.” Mommy says. She has the potatoes under water “washing” them. But they always stay brown. And brown is dirty—like Daddy’s fingers and boots when he comes home.
Hunter screams. I didn’t do it!
Mommy calls me over. “Give Hunter his paci.”
“Here Hunter,” I stuff the icky wet paci back in his mouth. Gross! “No Hunter!” I cry, pulling Gert back towards me. Away from Hunter’s drool and safer by me. My Gert! Mine!
“Stacy, please.” Mommy says, the water is still running.
I squeeze Gert closer to my chest, my arms hurt and I shut my eyes. “No!” I feel funny, warm and mean. “Gert—my hippo.”
Something brushes past my arm. It tickles. “Goodness Stacy.”
I open my eye—everything is squinty. Then there she is. “Grandma!”
“Shhh…” Grandma whispers. Her finger on her lips, like the teacher in school when we get too loud. “Come with me Stacy.” She whispers. Her hand is smooth and stretches under her wedding rings. I like holding her hand, I can play with the rings and watch them sparkle. Grandma’s hands are always soft, like the blanket Mommy wraps me in when I’m not feeling well.
Grandma holds me close. She smells like Hunter after Mommy or Daddy change him. Fluffy. Her clothes are cool though, smooth, like her hands. I love Grandma. “What did you bring me?”
Grandma laughs softly, it feels like my tummy is growling. “Let me hug you Stacy-Bear.” Her arms wrap around me. My eyes close, they feel heavy. Sleepy.
Grandma hums a song to me. Its pretty. It moves up and down, softly. “Stacy,” she says. I can feel it in my fingers, Gert feels it in his toes. “would you like your gift now?”
My present?! I jerk up, clutching Gert to me again. Presents! “Yeah!” I squeal, bouncing up and down on her lap. “Presents!!”
Grandma sets me on the couch, “Wait here Stacey-Bear.” And she moves away. Her bags are by the door still, she picks up a small brown bag with a green ribbon on top. I like green. Gert is green. Apples are green. Mommy says that Hunter is green but I don’t know how—he’s Daddy’s color.
The bag is crackly under my hands. “Can I open it Grandma?” I ask, I want to rip it open. Gert can help, but he’s on the floor now.
Grandma’s hand is on my head, petting my hair. It’s tangled. “Of course Stacy.” My smile is big—hurting my cheeks. I can’t wait! The ribbon is tight. Grandma has to help me open it.
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