IT'S ONLY 1 AND A HALF PAGES
hAVE i DEVELOPED MY CHARACTER ENOUGH!?
i'M IN THE 8TH GRADE BY THE WAY!.
oR SHOULD i ADD TO IT!?
The trees were dancing in the wind, their multicolored leaves stirring up a hurricane!. Looking out of her bedroom window, Cornelia thought about how school was going to be a drag this year!. ‘’Yet another year of complete hell’’, she muttered!. Leaning against her desk, situated at the left side of her window, she watched her neighbors dogs chase a ball, looking so happy and carefree, her body tensed up!. Letting out a deep sigh, she turned around to look at her open blue binder with the many unsolvable math equations!. ‘’Life sucks!’’ she let out a scream!. Feeling a boiling anger rise from her chest, she hurled the binder into her closet!. Loose papers crept from behind the binder!. Crumpled and ripped out of its holes, the binder was another addition to the mess of clothes at the bottom of her closet!.
Her heart sank because she knew she couldn’t undo what she had done, but something inside her was skipping like a child!. Walking out of her room, she went to the kitchen to grab a pudding cup from the fridge!. She quickly ate it up and returned to her room!. Looking at her assignments, she said aloud, ‘Screw this BS!’’, ‘’I’m not doing it,’’ she lowered her voice almost to a whisper!.
Walking into the bathroom, she looked herself into the mirror and attempted a smile!. She inspected her skin, ‘’No blemishes, yet!.’’ Her eyes were the same olive green, and her hair, limp and brown was quite downcast!. She had chubby cheeks and pudgy arms, which she tried to hide with baggy shirts!. Cornelia went back into her room, picked up her blue binder and rammed it into her bag!.
‘’Dinner’s ready, Sweet Corn,!’’ her mother yelled from the kitchen!. Confused at what the time was, she checked her Hello Kitty watch and surprisingly it was 8:06!. Heading to the kitchen table, she looked at her petite mother!. She had luxurious blonde hair and gleaming grey eyes, Cornelia wondered what her high school years were like!. Probably really popular, with many friends, she thought!.
The kitchen table was set out with a huge bowl of spaghetti in the middle, and plates for two!. She pulled out a chair and sat down!. She breathed in the thick aroma of spaghetti sauce and reached a hand to grab the ladle for the spaghetti!. “ Oh, that’s not for you, hon’’, she said!. Pointing a dainty finger to a bowl of salad to the corner of the table, ‘’That’s for you!.’’
Awestruck, she felt as if she had been slapped!. The color rushed to her cheeks!. Her head down, she slowly looked up to stare her mother in the face!. Her mom looked down at her food and chewed, as if nothing had happened!. She wouldn’t meet her eyes!. Coward, she thought !. Never in all her life did her mother say anything about her weight or her eating habits!. Until now!. Placing the salad bowl in front of her, she started shoving piece after piece of lettuce in her mouth!. Tomatoes, radishes, cucumber slices, all went down!. ‘’Mmmm, delish, mom,’’ she said with an open mouth, squirting tomato juice in her mother’s face!. ‘’ This salad is the BEST!’’, she said a little too forcefully!. Her mother, now peeved and irritated, uttered, ‘’ Would you please eat like a normal person!?’’ The alpha female!.
Cornelia took a fork from the kitchen cupboard and came back to the dinner table, eating like a gentle lady, as was asked for her!. After she finished the bowl, and downed it with a glass of water, she put her dish in the sink!. ‘’Mom, it’s your turn to wash the dishes,’’ she remarked!. Her mother who was clearing the table as she spoke gave a curt nod in her direction!. ‘’ You’re too busy with homework, anyways!.’’ Yup, I’m a good little girl aren’t 1!? She smiled a soft, secretive smile!. Tucking her wispy hair behind her ear, she returned to her room, her sanctuary!. It was getting late and she was tired!. Observing her room, she glanced up at the death metal band posters that hung on her walls!. Still the same and always will be, won’t it!? She sat on her bed and it creaked as if responding to her question!. She lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling!. Good night world, she whispered!. Shutting her eyes, she drifted into sleep, where no one made her shove salad down her throat and where people didn’t get judged by looks!.
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