I don't mean to copy anyone else who wrote around the same topic about Bonnie growing older. Bonnie isn't exactly in college yet, but she's a teenager in high school and rarely plays with her toys now. I would really appreciate it if u read and reviewed, especially about the realism of the story and tell me whether or not i'm staying real to the charcters. these things are important to me, and this is the prologue to the story, summing up a day of bonnies teenage life for the toys.
It was another normal day in Bonnie's bedroom. There were no more adventurous stories to tell, and all of Bonnie's old games were no longer exciting. The toys sat around, bored with their surroundings. Woody sat on the bed, with a disappointed look on his face.
"What seems to be the matter, cowboy?" Buzz asked as he sat beside his best pal.
"Oh, Buzz," Woody exclaimed. "Maybe I was wrong about being donated to a new life here. We're just redoing the hardship we had with Andy."
Buzz sighed. "Well we've all been together, and that's what counts."
Buzz was right. Through the years, Bonnie refused to give any of her toys to her family's garage sales. No one was at a risk of being thrown away. But there was one specific toy who took the past few years to heart.
"I think I'm gonna talk to Jessie." Woody said.
"Bad idea, Woody. She locked herself in the air conditioning vent, wants to be alone I would think."
"Give me a boost, Buzz." Woody said, as if he didn't hear what Buzz just said. He climbed onto Buzz's helmet and reached for the rails of the vent to grab onto.
Once inside, sure enough, Jessie was huddled in a corner, hugging her legs with a distinct look on her face, which was a mix of frustration and sadness.
"Jessie…" Woody started.
The sound of a voice startled Jessie and she looked up. The mixed look on her face turned into frown. "Woody…?" she said in the same tone Woody used, as if mimicking him.
"Why don't you come down from here, play with the rest of the toys?"
"By play you mean sit around doing nothing, right?"
"Listen, Jess," said Woody, becoming irritated with her sarcasm, but at the same time sympathetic.
"There's nothing to listen to, Woody. We would be better rotting in Andy's attic."
"Now, you know that's not true, Jessie. For the first few years here, you had a blast. And-"
"And what, Woody? 'Cause unless you can't tell, we're all tearing and getting older. And we have no idea where we'll end up next. Yet another child has abandoned us."
"We have to make the most of it, you know that."
Jessie started getting angry. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're all together and that's what matters. Give it up, Woody."
Woody sighed. "We're all worried about you Jess; because we're your family, through thick and thin. We all care for you; Buzz cares for you."
At the mention of Buzz's name Jessie's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, but she controlled it, considering the anger she was also holding in. And as if by magic, Buzz appeared in the air vent.
"Sorry to interrupt, you two," Buzz said, looking solely at Jessie. "But the bus is here. We should probably head back into the toy box."
"What's the difference, Buzz?" Jessie asked. "She doesn't bother looking in there anymore. She wouldn't know if we were in the toy box, up here, or on another planet!"
Woody sighed. "Let's go Buzz." He said as he jumped down from the air vent.
Buzz didn't go right away. He looked at Jessie, looking for some sort of her old, confident self, but couldn't find it.
"You can't spend you're days sulking." He finally said. "And I liked it when you were confident, bright, and beautiful."
He paused realizing what he just said. "I mean, you're always beautiful-not like I stare at you or anything- and very smart, and I liked you better when you were cheery-I mean, you're a great friend when you're happy and I could never not like you. And, well, I'll be going to the toy box now."
Buzz jumped down the air vent, turning a dark shade of pink. When he was gone, Jessie smirked. Buzz was so cute when he jumbled his words up.