The Night Before Christmas

by Jayteeisme

Maggie is a shy 14 year old girl. She's never missed a day of school in her life. She always gets straight A's and wouldn't except anything less. Before the year ends this December, Maggie is determined to make herself known. This is a delightful story that will surely bring you warmth on those cold winter nights.

3. Part three (Maggie's POV)

My father gave my mom that ornament two years ago. Two years ago was so different then now, when dad was still alive. Staring at the pieces was painful and I knew mom would be up soon.

I grabbed the dust pan behind the leaking washing machine surrounded by a dirty puddle of water. "That's ironic." I think to myself. Something that is supposed to be cleaning our clothes to make our lives simpler is in fact making our lives harder by the awful leak ruining our floor. My mom would be terribly upset when she found out I had broken a gift from dad. What would I even tell her? Bending down to the broken ornament, my knees cracked. I cleaned up the bits and put them in a brown paper bag. I had to hide the evidence but where would I put it? All I knew was that I had to figure out fast. Then it hit me. My hair brush always falls behind the bathroom drawer. That would be a perfect place to hide the ornament.

The rest of the day it was hard to focus and I found myself in a daze for the most part. Before I knew it I was back home after school sitting at the wooden table in the kitchen eating dinner. "What's wrong?" My moms voice wakes me from my day dream. I can hear the concern in her voice so I stumble across the right words to say. Everything gets fuzzy and my head starts to spin at the thought of anything I might say. There seemed to be no way out of this. Just as the words were about to escape my mouth, the phone rang. I didn't know who was on the phone ad I should've been surprised since no one ever calls but I was just so thankful for the distraction. My mom looked frustrated when she answered the phone with a short, "Yes?" A long pause occurred after this. "No, were not interested." She said, a sign the conversation was coming to an end. "Mm-hmm, Merry Christmas." Worried my mom would return to the original conversation I say, "Who was that?" Trying to look like I cared. "It was some church calling to see if anyone wanted to be in their annual Christmas play." she said. "And what did you say?" I said, now actually curious. "Well I simply said we weren't interested." she said. I thought about it for a little while. "This could be perfect!" I thought to myself. All my life no one had ever noticed me. This play could be the one thing that finally changes that.