I'm trying to do as much as I can but my mom's got a boyfriend and he
invites me to do stuff with them So I get dragged all over. (Not that I
minded seeing Pirates again!) But I do mind not getting to write. I'm
getting a lot of writing done in school but I hate having to transfer it
from paper to computer. So if it takes long it's not because I've
forgotten. Sorry if my tenses go back in forth. Just give me time to go
back over the weekend. If you can't stand tense problems STOP READING NOW!
Well new chappie then...
A young girl sits crying against a wall along a docking area. She's four, maybe five. A little boy is walking by but stops when he sees her. She's wearing a very plain dress; it's all brown and too big for her, and her hair is tied back with a single ribbon. She's not like the girls at his school. Her face is a little dusty from sitting on the docks. She looks up at him and her eyes captivate him. They're green, almost an aqua from crying.
"Why are you crying?" He asks, trying to be friendly. She looked so sad. And she was only a little girl... She says nothing, but holds up her hand revealing a large gash across her palm and a few scratches on her fingers. "Why haven't your parents bandaged it?" He asks. Surely they noticed; her crying couldn't be hidden that easily.
"I don't have any." She whispered, her voice was hoarse from crying. He shouldn't have been surprised, there were a few orphanages in Jareth (any Labyrinth fans?), the town where his mother bought sugar from. He felt a sudden compassion for the young girl. He held out his hand and the little girl looked from it to him, as if she didn't understand. "Come with me and I will have my mother bandage it for you." She took his hand and he helped pull her to her feet. Her eyes were so wide and brimming with knowledge when she looked at him he had to look away.
They walked down the dock and to his house. It wasn't much but she thought it was wonderful, because it was more than she had ever had. It was dimly lit and not very spacious, but it was a home. At least she would get to see what a home looked like for once in her life.
The boy's mother had been cooking dinner when they opened the door. She left the small kitchen area, and headed toward the front door; it wasn't like her son to be late, even if it was only five minutes. "Why William, who is this?" she asked her only child when she saw he had brought someone with him. The girl was a few years younger than her son. She was too shy to stray from William's side.
"What's your name darling?" his mother asked, approaching the girl. "Adrienne." She said quietly. Adrienne Bonacieux." Will interrupted her when she had finished her last name. "She cut her hand and has no one to bandage it for her."
"Let me see it, dear." His mother said, holding her hand out to Adrienne. Adrienne showed her very cautiously. "Oh, that's a nasty little thing, isn't it?" The girl sniffled a little and nodded. The boy's mother placed her hands on Adrienne's back and guided her into the dining room and sat her in a chair. "Well, Adrienne I'm Mrs. Turner and I'm going to bandage your little hand for you, dear. Is that all right?" She once again nodded and shifted in her chair.
"Where are your parents?" Mrs. Turner's voice called from a room nearby. "My mother died when I was born." The small voice that was Adrienne's came. "And your father?" "He didn't want me. He left before I was born." She spoke, like she had rehearsed. "You poor dear, where do you sleep?" Mrs. Turner re-emerged from the room, gauze and clean water and rubbing alcohol in hand. The little girl frowned. William's mother read the look, and so did William. "You mean you have no place to sleep?" he asked. She fidgeted with her wounded hand. "no." she said quietly under her breath. "If you like dear, you could stay here a night." Adrienne's eyes widened. "Oh, no, I couldn't... I mean... It wouldn't be right..." "Nonsense, dearie. It's much too cold for you to sleep on the streets tonight. You can sleep in the loft. Mrs. Turner nodded toward a set of stairs with no railing. "I won't take no for an answer, sweetie."
Adrienne allowed herself to smile a little, but that stopped once Mrs. Turner began pouring the water and alcohol on her cut. She flinched a little and closed her eyes as she began patting it dry and wrapping it with the gauze. William walked over to the girl once his mother had finished and introduced himself properly. "I'm Will. I didn't know my father either. He left before I was born to sail on a merchant ship. He sent me this, though."
Will held up a medallion that hung about his neck. She smiled and pulled out her own necklace, which had been hidden in the bodice of her dress. "The doctor gave it to me. He said it was my mother's. He died when I was two but I remember that it was my mom's. He had let me stay in his office until he died. Then some new doctor came and he didn't like me and I've been alone ever since. (Wow. That was an oddly specific action phrase for a four year old...) Will smiled at her. She was a few years younger than him but somehow he felt she knew a lot more than most girls, even one's his age.
Will's mother showed Adrienne up to the loft and let her pick out a blanket, the biggest one Adrienne could find of course was the one she chose. "Adrienne, huh? Don't you have a nickname?" Will called up to her from a chair in the dining room. Adrienne was sitting on the edge of the loft. "I haven't met anyone who liked me enough to give me one." "Okay. How about Adi?(pronounced A.D.)" he asked her, as if she cared. "I don't really care. I'll answer to what ever you want to call me." She called down to him.
"Bonacieux. That's French, no? Was it your father's name" "I suppose it is. I don't really know." Will thought a moment. "Do you go to school?" "Some times I sit outside the windows and listen." She said, hoping he would take it as a yes. "How old are you?" "Four and a half. And you?" "I'm going to be seven in two months."
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Long enough? I know. It's not all that long but I still have more to type and I thought someone might be wanting to read this. It's over a thousand words in two sittings. But no updates until Tuesday after Saturday. I'll be at a funeral. Great uncle... But on the bright side I got tickets to a Sister Hazel concert for my birthday. Which is August 20th. YAY! Okay, more tomorrow, I promise! Oh and review please?
A young girl sits crying against a wall along a docking area. She's four, maybe five. A little boy is walking by but stops when he sees her. She's wearing a very plain dress; it's all brown and too big for her, and her hair is tied back with a single ribbon. She's not like the girls at his school. Her face is a little dusty from sitting on the docks. She looks up at him and her eyes captivate him. They're green, almost an aqua from crying.
"Why are you crying?" He asks, trying to be friendly. She looked so sad. And she was only a little girl... She says nothing, but holds up her hand revealing a large gash across her palm and a few scratches on her fingers. "Why haven't your parents bandaged it?" He asks. Surely they noticed; her crying couldn't be hidden that easily.
"I don't have any." She whispered, her voice was hoarse from crying. He shouldn't have been surprised, there were a few orphanages in Jareth (any Labyrinth fans?), the town where his mother bought sugar from. He felt a sudden compassion for the young girl. He held out his hand and the little girl looked from it to him, as if she didn't understand. "Come with me and I will have my mother bandage it for you." She took his hand and he helped pull her to her feet. Her eyes were so wide and brimming with knowledge when she looked at him he had to look away.
They walked down the dock and to his house. It wasn't much but she thought it was wonderful, because it was more than she had ever had. It was dimly lit and not very spacious, but it was a home. At least she would get to see what a home looked like for once in her life.
The boy's mother had been cooking dinner when they opened the door. She left the small kitchen area, and headed toward the front door; it wasn't like her son to be late, even if it was only five minutes. "Why William, who is this?" she asked her only child when she saw he had brought someone with him. The girl was a few years younger than her son. She was too shy to stray from William's side.
"What's your name darling?" his mother asked, approaching the girl. "Adrienne." She said quietly. Adrienne Bonacieux." Will interrupted her when she had finished her last name. "She cut her hand and has no one to bandage it for her."
"Let me see it, dear." His mother said, holding her hand out to Adrienne. Adrienne showed her very cautiously. "Oh, that's a nasty little thing, isn't it?" The girl sniffled a little and nodded. The boy's mother placed her hands on Adrienne's back and guided her into the dining room and sat her in a chair. "Well, Adrienne I'm Mrs. Turner and I'm going to bandage your little hand for you, dear. Is that all right?" She once again nodded and shifted in her chair.
"Where are your parents?" Mrs. Turner's voice called from a room nearby. "My mother died when I was born." The small voice that was Adrienne's came. "And your father?" "He didn't want me. He left before I was born." She spoke, like she had rehearsed. "You poor dear, where do you sleep?" Mrs. Turner re-emerged from the room, gauze and clean water and rubbing alcohol in hand. The little girl frowned. William's mother read the look, and so did William. "You mean you have no place to sleep?" he asked. She fidgeted with her wounded hand. "no." she said quietly under her breath. "If you like dear, you could stay here a night." Adrienne's eyes widened. "Oh, no, I couldn't... I mean... It wouldn't be right..." "Nonsense, dearie. It's much too cold for you to sleep on the streets tonight. You can sleep in the loft. Mrs. Turner nodded toward a set of stairs with no railing. "I won't take no for an answer, sweetie."
Adrienne allowed herself to smile a little, but that stopped once Mrs. Turner began pouring the water and alcohol on her cut. She flinched a little and closed her eyes as she began patting it dry and wrapping it with the gauze. William walked over to the girl once his mother had finished and introduced himself properly. "I'm Will. I didn't know my father either. He left before I was born to sail on a merchant ship. He sent me this, though."
Will held up a medallion that hung about his neck. She smiled and pulled out her own necklace, which had been hidden in the bodice of her dress. "The doctor gave it to me. He said it was my mother's. He died when I was two but I remember that it was my mom's. He had let me stay in his office until he died. Then some new doctor came and he didn't like me and I've been alone ever since. (Wow. That was an oddly specific action phrase for a four year old...) Will smiled at her. She was a few years younger than him but somehow he felt she knew a lot more than most girls, even one's his age.
Will's mother showed Adrienne up to the loft and let her pick out a blanket, the biggest one Adrienne could find of course was the one she chose. "Adrienne, huh? Don't you have a nickname?" Will called up to her from a chair in the dining room. Adrienne was sitting on the edge of the loft. "I haven't met anyone who liked me enough to give me one." "Okay. How about Adi?(pronounced A.D.)" he asked her, as if she cared. "I don't really care. I'll answer to what ever you want to call me." She called down to him.
"Bonacieux. That's French, no? Was it your father's name" "I suppose it is. I don't really know." Will thought a moment. "Do you go to school?" "Some times I sit outside the windows and listen." She said, hoping he would take it as a yes. "How old are you?" "Four and a half. And you?" "I'm going to be seven in two months."
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Long enough? I know. It's not all that long but I still have more to type and I thought someone might be wanting to read this. It's over a thousand words in two sittings. But no updates until Tuesday after Saturday. I'll be at a funeral. Great uncle... But on the bright side I got tickets to a Sister Hazel concert for my birthday. Which is August 20th. YAY! Okay, more tomorrow, I promise! Oh and review please?