Hello all, long time no writies. This chapter is very different from my other ones because it was done in the point of view of someone. Umm first off I'd like to say, that yes I made Wren a little smart, but I didn't want to write it like a little kid, so apologies on that. There is now second off I just used first off because it sounded important.
Disclaimer: I own it all, I own everything. I own the reader reading this. Actually, I don't I don't own anything, not Jl, not the song 'Rocking the Casba" and not the green giant. Heck I don't even own this computer. It's the libraries. Hee hee I like to mouch.
Chapter 4
The Jolly Green Giant Comes To Play
I sat in the room alone. No one was near me; I don't think they noticed that I was gone either. Mommy and Daddy we're always to busy now with the new baby, Especially Daddy. Even Ira because she was old enough to help, I'm only four so I'll just get in the way.
There are so many things I don't get. Where did Aunt Linda go? Why won't she come back? Why won't Uncle Wally go save her? Why are the babies always crying? Why do mom and dad always leave? Why can't we live in the world? Why do we have to be above it?
I looked down at my shirt; it has a little angel holding a heart. My Mommy said this shirt was cute on me, that's why I wanted to wear it today. I thought maybe she would notice, but she didn't.
I looked around the playroom. It was so empty; no one ever came here anymore. If it had been three months ago, my noisy cousins would've been building a war machine or something to take over the world. But now they were to busy, everyone was to busy except for me.
I missed everyone; I missed the way it used to be. Uncle Wally would come and play video games with us and let me win, always, while Mommy, Daddy talked with my Aunt and Uncles. We'd have pillow fights and Uncle Clark would go easy one me but not the boys.
I didn't miss the attention, I barely ever received any. And if I did I would let it slide, the spotlight wasn't for me. I'd rather just do what I'd like and not be recognized.
I heard someone out in the hall and I glanced around the chair. It was Aunt Didi and Uncle Bruce. Aunt Didi was caring my new cousin, Chandalice I think. While Uncle Bruce was laughing and piggybacking Ethanial and Tomothy.
I let out a little sigh. They were still a family, they still spent time together, how did they do it? I mean Mommy is always helping Uncle Wally, while dad and Ira take care of Johnny. In the end of it, I guess I'm not really in the picture much.
I don't talk much, I guess I never will. I've always been the quiet one; I said my first word at age two. I never had much to say. But the boys pick on because I don't choose to defend myself. I don't mind; if they need to pick on me for some reason, let them. Besides my mom says, "It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for."
I hear someone else come, I know that whoever it is they're coming for this room. I can tell, you see I spend so much time in here I know the creeks in the floor when people are coming to this room.
I really don't feel like explaining myself or answering any stupid questions, which are the reason people usually come to find me. So I do what I'm best at, I put down my doll, lie down on my side letting my mahogany coils fall across my face. Then I quickly place my head upon my arms and close my hazel eyes to pretend I'm asleep.
The person enters the room and stops; I think they're watching me. Then suddenly a voice enters my head.
"I know you are not sleeping little Wren."
It was my Uncle J'onn the mind reader. I guess it's not going to work on him. I sit up and bring my feet together and place my hands atop of them. Then I look up at him.
He's a giant. He can almost touch the ceiling in the playroom. I sit in his shadow as his orange eyes glare upon me. I don't lie when I say he scares me a little.
"What is the problem little bird?" My Uncle asked me. I don't want to reply. If I do, only more questions will come, and I don't feel like questions. They bother me, my family pretends they want to know about me, but really they just want to know about something else.
So I just stare back at him. He may be intimidating, but I'm stubborn like my mom (so says my dad). My wings are slouched behind me and I'm still waiting for a response.
"Why do you not answer little bird?" Uncle J'onn asks me again. I still say nothing.
Suddenly Uncle J'onn moves very quickly and snatches me up in his big hands. Holding me out at arms length he looks at me eye to eye.
"Aunt Linda has gone to a better place, she is now with your Aunt My'Ri'Ah. She can't come back because she has already spent her time here, and Uncle Wally cannot get her because that is impossible. Your mom and dad like you aunt and uncles fight the bad guys, not only on Earth, but all over. You cannot live on the Earth because it would be too dangerous, and when your parent's leave there would be no one to take care of you. Finally the babies always cry because they need attention, they need things and crying is the only way they will receive them," my Uncle J'onn Explained to me.
I hung limply in his arms and simply stared back at him. I never cried but I got what I needed. Because with seven adults one of them was bound to give me food.
"I know you feel unwanted Little Bird, but everyone's just busy right now," he said calmly bringing me close and hugging me.
A smile escapes my hidden emotions; maybe talking with people isn't all that bad. I mean of course when they can read you're mind and you don't have to talk at all.
"Now I sensed your hunger, shall we go to the kitchen and get some Oreos?" Uncle J'onn asks me.
"You know what Uncle J'onn, I feel like I can talk to you about anything," I spoke and my words surprised him.
"Well we just have a lot in common."
That was chapter four, aww wasn't it cute. Anywhoo, my Jerry Springer story should be done soon. So check for it in awhile. Also I'd like to thank all of the glorious readers and there rave reviews, you guys serious rock (the casba). And if you'd like to see picture (I drew one of Wally and Ira) check out my deviantart page
Disclaimer: I own it all, I own everything. I own the reader reading this. Actually, I don't I don't own anything, not Jl, not the song 'Rocking the Casba" and not the green giant. Heck I don't even own this computer. It's the libraries. Hee hee I like to mouch.
Chapter 4
The Jolly Green Giant Comes To Play
I sat in the room alone. No one was near me; I don't think they noticed that I was gone either. Mommy and Daddy we're always to busy now with the new baby, Especially Daddy. Even Ira because she was old enough to help, I'm only four so I'll just get in the way.
There are so many things I don't get. Where did Aunt Linda go? Why won't she come back? Why won't Uncle Wally go save her? Why are the babies always crying? Why do mom and dad always leave? Why can't we live in the world? Why do we have to be above it?
I looked down at my shirt; it has a little angel holding a heart. My Mommy said this shirt was cute on me, that's why I wanted to wear it today. I thought maybe she would notice, but she didn't.
I looked around the playroom. It was so empty; no one ever came here anymore. If it had been three months ago, my noisy cousins would've been building a war machine or something to take over the world. But now they were to busy, everyone was to busy except for me.
I missed everyone; I missed the way it used to be. Uncle Wally would come and play video games with us and let me win, always, while Mommy, Daddy talked with my Aunt and Uncles. We'd have pillow fights and Uncle Clark would go easy one me but not the boys.
I didn't miss the attention, I barely ever received any. And if I did I would let it slide, the spotlight wasn't for me. I'd rather just do what I'd like and not be recognized.
I heard someone out in the hall and I glanced around the chair. It was Aunt Didi and Uncle Bruce. Aunt Didi was caring my new cousin, Chandalice I think. While Uncle Bruce was laughing and piggybacking Ethanial and Tomothy.
I let out a little sigh. They were still a family, they still spent time together, how did they do it? I mean Mommy is always helping Uncle Wally, while dad and Ira take care of Johnny. In the end of it, I guess I'm not really in the picture much.
I don't talk much, I guess I never will. I've always been the quiet one; I said my first word at age two. I never had much to say. But the boys pick on because I don't choose to defend myself. I don't mind; if they need to pick on me for some reason, let them. Besides my mom says, "It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for."
I hear someone else come, I know that whoever it is they're coming for this room. I can tell, you see I spend so much time in here I know the creeks in the floor when people are coming to this room.
I really don't feel like explaining myself or answering any stupid questions, which are the reason people usually come to find me. So I do what I'm best at, I put down my doll, lie down on my side letting my mahogany coils fall across my face. Then I quickly place my head upon my arms and close my hazel eyes to pretend I'm asleep.
The person enters the room and stops; I think they're watching me. Then suddenly a voice enters my head.
"I know you are not sleeping little Wren."
It was my Uncle J'onn the mind reader. I guess it's not going to work on him. I sit up and bring my feet together and place my hands atop of them. Then I look up at him.
He's a giant. He can almost touch the ceiling in the playroom. I sit in his shadow as his orange eyes glare upon me. I don't lie when I say he scares me a little.
"What is the problem little bird?" My Uncle asked me. I don't want to reply. If I do, only more questions will come, and I don't feel like questions. They bother me, my family pretends they want to know about me, but really they just want to know about something else.
So I just stare back at him. He may be intimidating, but I'm stubborn like my mom (so says my dad). My wings are slouched behind me and I'm still waiting for a response.
"Why do you not answer little bird?" Uncle J'onn asks me again. I still say nothing.
Suddenly Uncle J'onn moves very quickly and snatches me up in his big hands. Holding me out at arms length he looks at me eye to eye.
"Aunt Linda has gone to a better place, she is now with your Aunt My'Ri'Ah. She can't come back because she has already spent her time here, and Uncle Wally cannot get her because that is impossible. Your mom and dad like you aunt and uncles fight the bad guys, not only on Earth, but all over. You cannot live on the Earth because it would be too dangerous, and when your parent's leave there would be no one to take care of you. Finally the babies always cry because they need attention, they need things and crying is the only way they will receive them," my Uncle J'onn Explained to me.
I hung limply in his arms and simply stared back at him. I never cried but I got what I needed. Because with seven adults one of them was bound to give me food.
"I know you feel unwanted Little Bird, but everyone's just busy right now," he said calmly bringing me close and hugging me.
A smile escapes my hidden emotions; maybe talking with people isn't all that bad. I mean of course when they can read you're mind and you don't have to talk at all.
"Now I sensed your hunger, shall we go to the kitchen and get some Oreos?" Uncle J'onn asks me.
"You know what Uncle J'onn, I feel like I can talk to you about anything," I spoke and my words surprised him.
"Well we just have a lot in common."
That was chapter four, aww wasn't it cute. Anywhoo, my Jerry Springer story should be done soon. So check for it in awhile. Also I'd like to thank all of the glorious readers and there rave reviews, you guys serious rock (the casba). And if you'd like to see picture (I drew one of Wally and Ira) check out my deviantart page