Hi! My first story that is not a Victorious (Hey! I only said the name you can't sue me!) story. I had originally wrote this one on paper for myself before I had an account, and I decided to share it with all of you.
I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks, the Chipettes, or any of those six little chipmunk guys.
Monday, May 12th
Jeanette Miller walked home from school with her sisters Brittany and Eleanor. Brittany was rambling on and on about some after school extracurricular activity that had just started, and she and Eleanor were only have listening.
Until Brittany said, "You should really sign up for some after school thing, Jeanette. They're super fun."
"Um, no thanks, Britt. I'm good."
"Please? It'll be fun, I promise," Brittany pleaded.
"Yeah, that's what you said when I tried rollerblading for the first time," Jeanette said grimacing.
All three girls searched their brains for the memory.
Flashback:
Brittany is 9, Jeanette is 6, and Eleanor is 4.
"It's OK, Jen," Brittany assures her younger sister, "You'll be fine, I promise. It'll be fun."
"Ok," Jeanette said worriedly, "If you say so."
"I'll count to fwee," Eleanor volunteered, glad to be of assistance.
"One,"
Jeanette took a deep breath. Ms. Miller had told the girls to do that whenever they were really scared or nervous.
"Two,"
Jeanette was thinking to herself, "Happy place, Jen. Find your happy place. OK, the library. Think library."
"Fwee."
Jeanette braced herself and lifted her leg up to push herself off the sidewalk and to start rollerblading, only to receive a violent push from Brittany.
"Bye-Bye," Eleanor waved as Jeanette raced uncontrollably down the hill. Her long brown hair which had escaped from her bun flowed in the wind. Her green eyes were wide with fright. She'd gained so much momentum that her ruffled dark blue skirt flew up making her purple underwear visible. Jeanette had never been so thankful for underwear in her life.
But the worst was yet to come.
The girls had a neighbor a few houses down. His name was Mr. Connors. He watched the girls for Ms. Miller sometimes and gave them candy. He was 78 years old and treated them like granddaughters. The garbage truck picked his trash can up from his house on Mondays and Wednesdays, and it would be gone for a while. Unfortunately, today was Tuesday and part of the sidewalk had been pushed up by growing grass.
Jeanette squeezed her eyes shut so she wouldn't have to watch the terrible moment happen. She knew what was coming. And she'd learned this lesson before already, too. If something looks dangerous, even if your seemingly wise know-it-all older sister tells you to do it, DON'T DO IT.
Jeanette hit the bump in the sidewalk, was launched into the air, slammed into the trash can, and started to cry.
End of Flashback
"Oh yeah," Brittany said, recalling the memory with fondness. "That was pretty funny."
"Funny?!" Jeanette asked, appalled. "I broke my arm that summer!"
Brittany started getting defensive. "It's not my fault Mr. Connors left his trash can out for kindergarteners to rollerblade into!"
Jeanette sighed and Eleanor shook her head. Brittany just didn't get it, did she?
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