I look up, compared to me I see a giant. I hold the basket of flowers tightly, still shaken by the walk down the aisle. I am proud to be the flower girl! It was something I has been wanting to do for what seemed to be forever. I am different though, I have to where this ring, my daddy says I have to keep it on at all times. I don't know why. He won't tell me. I can't wait until this is over, I hated standing there. It took forever and I couldn't understand what this old man was saying. I only knew that My daddy is getting married. I can have a step mom, to take care, and love me. My mommy is gone. I don't know why. I want to see her so bad, but I guess I am supposed to let her be my mommy? Am I supposed to call her mommy? I can only wonder.
"Emma? Hurry up! You take forever!" I heard Ada and Olivia call back to me. We were in the backyard. And of course, like always, we were up to no good. We were mixing whatever we could find into the bucket on the wagon.
"Take your ring off Emma, you'll get it dirty!" Ada said.
"Yeah, Emma, you don't want your pretty ring to get dirty!" Olivia said after.
"i can't take it off, my daddy says that if I do, then I'll be in big trouble!" I said, my daddy is someone I listen to. If he says something, you better listen. It has to do with my great great great grandfather, Damien, it was his. Oh being five is such hard work. I was looking over the yard like the rest of my trio, in trying to find something else to but in our "soup." I sot something perfect, something we hadn't used yet. But I surely didn't want to pick it up!! why would I want to pick it up? That would be gross! I ran my little fingers through my brown shoulder length hair. I was jealous, Olivia Had long pretty blonde hair, but me and Ada had brown hair, mine being the darkest. And I had the darkest eyes too, I am just dark I guess, except my skin, which is pale. My eyes were brown, Ada's is blue, and Olivia's is green.
"Hey, Olivia, go put that in the bucket!!!" I yelled across the yard. I pointed to the pile of dog droppings by her feet.
"EWWW! No!!! you do it Emma! I don't want to touch that!!" Olivia yelled back.
"your closer!!!" I said.
"Ada you pick it up!" Olivia said. With a lot of debate, and arguing, guess who was forced to do the nasty task? Yup that would be me. I picked up a plastic shovel and plastic rake, and picked up the pile, trying not to drop it on my bare feet. I dumped it in the bucket, with a splash in response.
"but," I said, "since I had to pick it up, one of you have to eat it!"