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up..based on a true event? The birds outside looked unusually melancholy today. Something about this day felt odd, an unusual feeling went through her stomach as she watched the birds soaring through the sky, without a care in the world. “That’s how I’d like to be.” She thought to herself, her ten-year-old mind pure as an angels.
Her mother, however, interrupted those thoughts. Dressed in her best Sunday clothes, she quickly opened the door to her room, towering over her like a cat would a mouse. “Get dressed! We’re going to the fair today.”
“I don’t want to go.” She said. She really didn’t want to go, she hated the fair. It felt like a chore, going there simply to collect coupons and various home supplies just didn’t seem worth the trouble.
“You’re going, get dressed.” Her mother yelled back to her, now in the other room.
“I’m not! I don’t want to go. I’m very well capable of looking after myself; I have stayed home many days without a problem, some whilst you were hours and hours away!” She responded.
“You’re coming to the fair, and that’s final.” Her mother replied, in a slightly irritated tone.
“No, I’m not!” She firmly responded.
Her mother was slowly getting more annoyed, she had even walked back into her room. “Yes, yes you are.”
“No..” She responded, in a shaky voice this time.
“Yes you are. You are coming to the fair.” Her mother’s eyes now gazing straight at her. She knew that look, and she knew very well what was about to happen. She should’ve paid more attention to the birds.
“I’m sorry..I’ll come.” She hesitantly replied. It was too late. There was no going back.
Her mother reached for her shoulders and started shaking her. “Do you think this is funny?!” She started pinching her and shoving her.
“No, no, I’m sorry!” She cried. A single tear ran down her cheek.
“What, are you crying now?! Why are you crying?” Mother yelled.
“No, I’m not! I’m not crying.”
She pinched her before throwing her to the floor. A one foot tall plush chair broke her fall. Mother reached towards her desk and threw everything off of it, all of her belongings dropping to the floor. She did the same to all of her shelves; her shelves which she’d been meaning to reorganize.
“Now clean this mess up! Do you hear me? Clean it up!” Mother exclaimed.
She started sorting the papers which were now scattered all over the carpet. Mother left furiously, slamming the door behind her. As soon as that door closed, she broke down in tears, crying as hard as her body allowed her too. She fell down to the floor, trying to sort the objects that now covered the floor but she couldn’t see anything from the tears in her eyes. She sat solemnly for a few minutes, trying to process what had just gone down.
She started organizing the stuff in her room. She knew she had to group all of the papers first, that was her favorite part for she was best at it. This could actually be quite fun! Although overwhelming, whilst sobbing to herself quietly, she managed to clean up the mess she’d created in only a few hours. She took frequent breaks, her mother checking in on her occasionally, she’d pretend to have been working the entire time.
“Why aren’t you cleaning?” Mother had come in.
“I..Well I thought I was finished.” She replied in a low tone.
“This is not clean enough! Finish cleaning up this room right this second!” Mother yelled, slamming the door behind her like she’d done a few hours earlier.
She knew what she meant by this. Everything had to be arranged perfectly, a detail she had forgotten about. She enjoyed arranging things, things looked so much better whilst perfectly aligned. She hadn’t even noticed that it had been an hour! She could hear Mother pass by occasionally, the sound of her feet stomping sent an entire wave of nerves through her body. She hoped she wouldn’t come in. She could hear her and Father arguing.
“You all leave, I’ll stay here with her.” She could hear Mother saying. “No, go, take him with you, you all leave and go to the fair. She has ruined the entire day for me, there is no reason for her to ruin yours.” Her mother said.
This made her even more terrified. What would she want alone with her? This couldn’t be good. Perhaps she was going to kill her. Whatever was about to happen, she knew it would be way worse if she were home alone with her. She could see her father, although not her mother, and slowly shook her head back and forth. “No,” she signaled. “Please, don’t leave, please, no.” She wanted to run away.
Her mother, however, interrupted those thoughts. Dressed in her best Sunday clothes, she quickly opened the door to her room, towering over her like a cat would a mouse. “Get dressed! We’re going to the fair today.”
“I don’t want to go.” She said. She really didn’t want to go, she hated the fair. It felt like a chore, going there simply to collect coupons and various home supplies just didn’t seem worth the trouble.
“You’re going, get dressed.” Her mother yelled back to her, now in the other room.
“I’m not! I don’t want to go. I’m very well capable of looking after myself; I have stayed home many days without a problem, some whilst you were hours and hours away!” She responded.
“You’re coming to the fair, and that’s final.” Her mother replied, in a slightly irritated tone.
“No, I’m not!” She firmly responded.
Her mother was slowly getting more annoyed, she had even walked back into her room. “Yes, yes you are.”
“No..” She responded, in a shaky voice this time.
“Yes you are. You are coming to the fair.” Her mother’s eyes now gazing straight at her. She knew that look, and she knew very well what was about to happen. She should’ve paid more attention to the birds.
“I’m sorry..I’ll come.” She hesitantly replied. It was too late. There was no going back.
Her mother reached for her shoulders and started shaking her. “Do you think this is funny?!” She started pinching her and shoving her.
“No, no, I’m sorry!” She cried. A single tear ran down her cheek.
“What, are you crying now?! Why are you crying?” Mother yelled.
“No, I’m not! I’m not crying.”
She pinched her before throwing her to the floor. A one foot tall plush chair broke her fall. Mother reached towards her desk and threw everything off of it, all of her belongings dropping to the floor. She did the same to all of her shelves; her shelves which she’d been meaning to reorganize.
“Now clean this mess up! Do you hear me? Clean it up!” Mother exclaimed.
She started sorting the papers which were now scattered all over the carpet. Mother left furiously, slamming the door behind her. As soon as that door closed, she broke down in tears, crying as hard as her body allowed her too. She fell down to the floor, trying to sort the objects that now covered the floor but she couldn’t see anything from the tears in her eyes. She sat solemnly for a few minutes, trying to process what had just gone down.
She started organizing the stuff in her room. She knew she had to group all of the papers first, that was her favorite part for she was best at it. This could actually be quite fun! Although overwhelming, whilst sobbing to herself quietly, she managed to clean up the mess she’d created in only a few hours. She took frequent breaks, her mother checking in on her occasionally, she’d pretend to have been working the entire time.
“Why aren’t you cleaning?” Mother had come in.
“I..Well I thought I was finished.” She replied in a low tone.
“This is not clean enough! Finish cleaning up this room right this second!” Mother yelled, slamming the door behind her like she’d done a few hours earlier.
She knew what she meant by this. Everything had to be arranged perfectly, a detail she had forgotten about. She enjoyed arranging things, things looked so much better whilst perfectly aligned. She hadn’t even noticed that it had been an hour! She could hear Mother pass by occasionally, the sound of her feet stomping sent an entire wave of nerves through her body. She hoped she wouldn’t come in. She could hear her and Father arguing.
“You all leave, I’ll stay here with her.” She could hear Mother saying. “No, go, take him with you, you all leave and go to the fair. She has ruined the entire day for me, there is no reason for her to ruin yours.” Her mother said.
This made her even more terrified. What would she want alone with her? This couldn’t be good. Perhaps she was going to kill her. Whatever was about to happen, she knew it would be way worse if she were home alone with her. She could see her father, although not her mother, and slowly shook her head back and forth. “No,” she signaled. “Please, don’t leave, please, no.” She wanted to run away.