CHAPTER 4: "GROW UP!"
Wendy was too embarrassed to talk at the moment. She could feel her face
turning red with embarrassment. Quickly, she sat back down in her seat,
hearing taunting laughs from the people behind her.
"You are thirteen, and you are an adult." Mr. Morgan spat out the words with a harsh tone. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." Wendy murmured her face red in embarrassment. She walked back to her seat and waited.
"Wendy, why didn't you come up with us?" Harry asked with a confused look on his brow.
Wendy wouldn't dare look at them. She held her head high in a stuck up sort of way and huffed, "Father says that I am not a child anymore, so I can't go up with the children." The children's parents walked up with Wendy and the other in-betweens following.
Every Sunday the church holds a brunch buffet with tea, crumpets, fruit, and sausages. And it was every Sunday that Wendy, Ben, and Harry ate the food, gulping it down quickly.
"Children, eat tiny bites." Mrs. Morgan whispered. They stopped shoveling it down by taking dainty bites every minute. Once they were done, they all got to go play together outside.
Mr. Morgan noticed his boss standing near the sidewalk just coming out of the church with his wife and business associates. With high courage, though wanting to faint from nervousness, Mr. Morgan slowly walked out of the building to chat with Mr. Pratt.
Meanwhile, Wendy and Ben and Harry were having a race. Ben was the fastest child there, and he was it.
"Ready..." Ben called out, aiming for Wendy. "Set..." He got his running position ready. "Go!" Wendy started running, seeing that Ben was starting to chase her. She ran around the building, screaming from the fun.
"H-hi Mr. Pratt." Mr. Morgan stuttered. "H-h-how are you this f-fine Sunday morning?" He stuttered. Mr. Pratt turned to him.
"Are you cold, Mr. Morgan?" he asked coldly.
"N-no sir."
Wendy was running towards the scene, but little did she know, a slippery piece of ice was right ahead of her. Down she fell, sliding faster and faster. She screamed, seeing Mr. Pratt and a group of people ahead of her. Ben froze in his tracks, Harry wide-eyed behind him.
Mr. Morgan saw Wendy sliding, but was too late. She ran into Mr. Pratt, Mr. Morgan, and the others, creating embarrassment and chaos.
Mrs. Morgan was now outside, running to the dog pile. "Wendy! George!" she gasped.
Mr. Pratt glared at Mr. Morgan as he groaned about his back. Mr. Morgan felt a sudden scare wash over him. Yet soon the scare turned into humiliation.
"I have been humiliated!" Mr. Morgan cried once they reached home. His family was following him around the house. "You all humiliated me! We're ruined! Soon enough, we'll be thrown out IN THE STREETS!"
"George, not so loud." Mary tried to calm her husband down. "The neighbors will hear."
Mr. Morgan glared at his wife. "Let them hear." He snarled. They were in the kitchen and the window was open. Mr. Morgan stuck his head near the window and cried, "LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW THAT GEORGE MORGAN IS THE ONLY SANE PERSON IN HIS HOME!"
He snapped back around and the children swore that they noticed a vain getting ready to pop in their father's forehead. He thrusted his hand towards Wendy with the most angers that Wendy has ever seen from him in her life. His pointer finger was extended and it was shaking at her.
Wendy was crying, tear streaks down her cheeks. "You! You embarrassed me the most! It's time for you to GROW UP!" Mrs. Morgan clasped a hand on Wendy's shoulder. Mr. Morgan stormed out of the room and slammed his bedroom door.
"Wendy..." Mrs. Morgan comforted her. "Your father's just a practical man. He just-"
"He just is jealous at me because I know how to tell stories, and he doesn't!" Wendy yelled with rage. She ran up the stairs to her room and slammed the door.
"Two in one night." Harry sighed.
Mrs. Morgan put her hand to her head and walked outside to get the milk.
Dinner passed silently, and neither Wendy nor Mr. Morgan had anything to say. Harry, Ben, and Mrs. Morgan all tried to create a conversation, but it all failed.
"So, George, the dinner party was changed to tonight?" Mrs. Morgan asked. The only response she got was a slight nod. "Wendy, would you like to help me figure out which dress to wear?" Wendy clanged her fork against her plate and quickly ran up the two flights of stairs to her room.
Grow up! Grow up! That's all Wendy could think about. She either thought about her father yelling at her, or the way everyone will look at her in church. Wendy tried not to cry, but couldn't help it. She was like a bomb ready to explode. Suddenly, her expressionless face turned into a sobbing girl's pose that seemed alone and unsure.
She rested the back of her head on her comforter and whispered loudly, closing her eyes, "I never want to grow up." Tears streamed down her face, she was crying. Ben and Harry walked in, wanting to cheer Wendy up by having her tell a story to them.
"How about the Little Mermaid?" Ben asked, flopping on the ground.
"No!" Harry cried. "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs!"
Wendy laughed. "I've got one." Wendy sat up and began to tell her story.
"You are thirteen, and you are an adult." Mr. Morgan spat out the words with a harsh tone. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." Wendy murmured her face red in embarrassment. She walked back to her seat and waited.
"Wendy, why didn't you come up with us?" Harry asked with a confused look on his brow.
Wendy wouldn't dare look at them. She held her head high in a stuck up sort of way and huffed, "Father says that I am not a child anymore, so I can't go up with the children." The children's parents walked up with Wendy and the other in-betweens following.
Every Sunday the church holds a brunch buffet with tea, crumpets, fruit, and sausages. And it was every Sunday that Wendy, Ben, and Harry ate the food, gulping it down quickly.
"Children, eat tiny bites." Mrs. Morgan whispered. They stopped shoveling it down by taking dainty bites every minute. Once they were done, they all got to go play together outside.
Mr. Morgan noticed his boss standing near the sidewalk just coming out of the church with his wife and business associates. With high courage, though wanting to faint from nervousness, Mr. Morgan slowly walked out of the building to chat with Mr. Pratt.
Meanwhile, Wendy and Ben and Harry were having a race. Ben was the fastest child there, and he was it.
"Ready..." Ben called out, aiming for Wendy. "Set..." He got his running position ready. "Go!" Wendy started running, seeing that Ben was starting to chase her. She ran around the building, screaming from the fun.
"H-hi Mr. Pratt." Mr. Morgan stuttered. "H-h-how are you this f-fine Sunday morning?" He stuttered. Mr. Pratt turned to him.
"Are you cold, Mr. Morgan?" he asked coldly.
"N-no sir."
Wendy was running towards the scene, but little did she know, a slippery piece of ice was right ahead of her. Down she fell, sliding faster and faster. She screamed, seeing Mr. Pratt and a group of people ahead of her. Ben froze in his tracks, Harry wide-eyed behind him.
Mr. Morgan saw Wendy sliding, but was too late. She ran into Mr. Pratt, Mr. Morgan, and the others, creating embarrassment and chaos.
Mrs. Morgan was now outside, running to the dog pile. "Wendy! George!" she gasped.
Mr. Pratt glared at Mr. Morgan as he groaned about his back. Mr. Morgan felt a sudden scare wash over him. Yet soon the scare turned into humiliation.
"I have been humiliated!" Mr. Morgan cried once they reached home. His family was following him around the house. "You all humiliated me! We're ruined! Soon enough, we'll be thrown out IN THE STREETS!"
"George, not so loud." Mary tried to calm her husband down. "The neighbors will hear."
Mr. Morgan glared at his wife. "Let them hear." He snarled. They were in the kitchen and the window was open. Mr. Morgan stuck his head near the window and cried, "LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW THAT GEORGE MORGAN IS THE ONLY SANE PERSON IN HIS HOME!"
He snapped back around and the children swore that they noticed a vain getting ready to pop in their father's forehead. He thrusted his hand towards Wendy with the most angers that Wendy has ever seen from him in her life. His pointer finger was extended and it was shaking at her.
Wendy was crying, tear streaks down her cheeks. "You! You embarrassed me the most! It's time for you to GROW UP!" Mrs. Morgan clasped a hand on Wendy's shoulder. Mr. Morgan stormed out of the room and slammed his bedroom door.
"Wendy..." Mrs. Morgan comforted her. "Your father's just a practical man. He just-"
"He just is jealous at me because I know how to tell stories, and he doesn't!" Wendy yelled with rage. She ran up the stairs to her room and slammed the door.
"Two in one night." Harry sighed.
Mrs. Morgan put her hand to her head and walked outside to get the milk.
Dinner passed silently, and neither Wendy nor Mr. Morgan had anything to say. Harry, Ben, and Mrs. Morgan all tried to create a conversation, but it all failed.
"So, George, the dinner party was changed to tonight?" Mrs. Morgan asked. The only response she got was a slight nod. "Wendy, would you like to help me figure out which dress to wear?" Wendy clanged her fork against her plate and quickly ran up the two flights of stairs to her room.
Grow up! Grow up! That's all Wendy could think about. She either thought about her father yelling at her, or the way everyone will look at her in church. Wendy tried not to cry, but couldn't help it. She was like a bomb ready to explode. Suddenly, her expressionless face turned into a sobbing girl's pose that seemed alone and unsure.
She rested the back of her head on her comforter and whispered loudly, closing her eyes, "I never want to grow up." Tears streamed down her face, she was crying. Ben and Harry walked in, wanting to cheer Wendy up by having her tell a story to them.
"How about the Little Mermaid?" Ben asked, flopping on the ground.
"No!" Harry cried. "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs!"
Wendy laughed. "I've got one." Wendy sat up and began to tell her story.