Title: It's aBig Girl World
Author: MissMouseMD
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: I really like writing this story, so I'm going to continue it. I'm writing two stories at the same time now, so the updates might not be as fast. Anyway, please REVIEW! Thanks!
Happy Birthday
(Age Eight)
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, dear Meredith,
Happy birthday to me.
She's singing to herself.
She sits at the kitchen, drawing pictures.
She begins to draw a cake.
With eight candles.
And Happy Birthday, Meredith! written in icing.
She draws presents around the edges of the paper.
Brightly colored.
With pretty bows.
And tags that say, To: Meredith on them.
She finishes her picture.
And smiles.
She tapes it up on the refrigerator, like she's seen other kids' moms do.
She's bored.
It's her birthday, and she's bored.
Her mother isn't home.
She's off at some conference.
In New Jersey.
She walks outside, and sits on the front steps.
She's wearing her prettiest dress.
Because it's her birthday.
One of the boys that lives down the street walks by.
Jimmy Smith.
He sits next to her.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"It's my birthday."
He squints at her.
It's sunny out.
"Then why aren't you having a party?"
She shrugs.
"I didn't want one."
That isn't exactly true.
She did want a party.
A party with a big cake, and candles, and lots of presents.
Like in her picture.
"I don't believe you."
She glares at him.
"It's true. Parties are for babies."
He shakes his head.
"Nuh-uh. I bet your mom said you couldn't have one."
She screams.
"That's not true!"
He yells back, angry now.
"My mommy says your mommy isn't even home. Not home for your birthday! She probably doesn't even care."
She slaps him.
And runs back inside.
Tears streaming down her face.
The housekeeper, Estelle, is nowhere to be seen.
Probably doing the laundry.
Angry, she grabs her birthday picture off the fridge.
And rips it in half.
She still doesn't feel better.
So she rips it again, and again, until it's only a million little pieces.
She leaves the pile of little scraps on the floor.
And runs upstairs.
Slams her door.
And crawls under the bed.
She doesn't want anyone to see her cry.
She lies under there for almost an hour.
Sobbing quietly.
When Ellis Grey comes home two days later, her daughter doesn't run to give her a hug, like she always does.
Instead, she ignores her.
And keeps on coloring her picture.
But her pictures aren't pretty and happy anymore.
They're of little girls crying.
And of broken things.
Broken hearts.
Tears.
She draws what she feels.
A/N: So what did you guys think? Review, I appreciate it!