Writer's Block: Remembering Summer
I decided I'm going to start doing these in a narrative way, because I have been wanting to practice writing in first person for a while. So from this point on, while I'm answering these, it'll be as if you're seeing my memory. Alright? Good. Let's begin.
Earlier on in the summer months, my grandparent-parents were deluded into the idea that they could make money being foster parents. You can't, which is obvious now, due to the fact that no matter how many girls you foster, you end up spending all that money on them if you do the job right. So I had three invaders in my little world, and one in particular seemed to reek with materialism that I hated so very much.
It's not that I hated my foster sisters. I just never really liked any of them except Joyanna. She was the one I feel was a true sister. She had bonded with me over the past year. She hadn't done anything to disrupt the balance of my life. The one that I disliked immensely was Darcey.
She was childish, and stupid, and rude and crazy. She had no respect for herself, and spent the whole time we were out at the store or something talking about how cute the boys were. So very shallow she was. That was why, i suppose, she decided today would be a great time to play basketball with the new neighbors.
We were outside all day long. It was hot. I hated warm weather more than anything. The boys next door were crude and had little to do with me. They were all trying to talk to the foster girls. Easy targets for predators. They were lonely, confused, and mad at the world. It didn't really make sense to talk to me about sex and drugs. I wouldn't give them the time of day, anyway. They were just as shallow as Darcey. She could have them.
The heat got to me after a while, so I went inside for a while. The cool air soothed my skin as I opened the pale white screen door and stepped across the hardwood floors. The clink of dishes could be heard from the kitchen, where the light was on. The living room was dark. Only lit by the dim glow of the sunset and the light from the kitchen. I walked toward the source to grab the handle of the refrigerator and open it.
There was where I saw my prize. A purple and green bottle with a blue letter "K" and a heart marked in sharpie across it's side. That was my wonderful bottle of grape juice I'd left cooling for when I was done playing ball. I grasped it. The cold sensation stung my fingers as I popped the nosel and poured the icy liquid down my throat. The grape was sour and sweet at the same time, but it felt great to get hydration after hours of play.
I walked back out into the sunny world with the bottle in my hand. Looking up to the street where the girls were now playing on their own, I smiled. Darcey was as terrible at basketball as I was, despite her height. She spread her legs in a dopey fashion and held her elbows out to the sides with a wide stupid grin. She tossed the ball into the air and it went higher higher higher until it went over the fence. She giggled all the way to the gate and back as she snatched up the orange globe.
I sighed and shook my head, taking another swig of that precious nectar. It would be easier to watch from the roadside, so i made my way up the yard to watch. When I began to approach, they had decided to play keep away instead, as it would be less likely that they throw the ball over the fence that way. Darcey had the ball first, and tossed it to Joyanna. Tasha was in the middle, trying to get the ball from them.
I stepped into the street a bit. Just to watch. It was funny how easily Tasha was subdued by the two others. As I took a chug of my drink, I heard a high-pitched voice cry my name happily followed by the thump of the ball on the pavement. I turned just in time to see a blur of orange and black spinning towards my face.
CRUNCH The sound of the ball echoed down into the yard. I grabbed my abused nose and fumbled with my twisted glasses as one of the girls yelled out "Darcey!" I glared at the accused, who had her hands over her toothy grin. "ImsorryImsorryOhmagawImsorreeee" she kept on until I stomped down the yard with my broken spectacles. My face was in such pain I couldn't control my anger. "You're SUCH a BRAT Darcey!" my voice cried over the neighbors' loud music.
wow, the was fun. True story, by the way.
Earlier on in the summer months, my grandparent-parents were deluded into the idea that they could make money being foster parents. You can't, which is obvious now, due to the fact that no matter how many girls you foster, you end up spending all that money on them if you do the job right. So I had three invaders in my little world, and one in particular seemed to reek with materialism that I hated so very much.
It's not that I hated my foster sisters. I just never really liked any of them except Joyanna. She was the one I feel was a true sister. She had bonded with me over the past year. She hadn't done anything to disrupt the balance of my life. The one that I disliked immensely was Darcey.
She was childish, and stupid, and rude and crazy. She had no respect for herself, and spent the whole time we were out at the store or something talking about how cute the boys were. So very shallow she was. That was why, i suppose, she decided today would be a great time to play basketball with the new neighbors.
We were outside all day long. It was hot. I hated warm weather more than anything. The boys next door were crude and had little to do with me. They were all trying to talk to the foster girls. Easy targets for predators. They were lonely, confused, and mad at the world. It didn't really make sense to talk to me about sex and drugs. I wouldn't give them the time of day, anyway. They were just as shallow as Darcey. She could have them.
The heat got to me after a while, so I went inside for a while. The cool air soothed my skin as I opened the pale white screen door and stepped across the hardwood floors. The clink of dishes could be heard from the kitchen, where the light was on. The living room was dark. Only lit by the dim glow of the sunset and the light from the kitchen. I walked toward the source to grab the handle of the refrigerator and open it.
There was where I saw my prize. A purple and green bottle with a blue letter "K" and a heart marked in sharpie across it's side. That was my wonderful bottle of grape juice I'd left cooling for when I was done playing ball. I grasped it. The cold sensation stung my fingers as I popped the nosel and poured the icy liquid down my throat. The grape was sour and sweet at the same time, but it felt great to get hydration after hours of play.
I walked back out into the sunny world with the bottle in my hand. Looking up to the street where the girls were now playing on their own, I smiled. Darcey was as terrible at basketball as I was, despite her height. She spread her legs in a dopey fashion and held her elbows out to the sides with a wide stupid grin. She tossed the ball into the air and it went higher higher higher until it went over the fence. She giggled all the way to the gate and back as she snatched up the orange globe.
I sighed and shook my head, taking another swig of that precious nectar. It would be easier to watch from the roadside, so i made my way up the yard to watch. When I began to approach, they had decided to play keep away instead, as it would be less likely that they throw the ball over the fence that way. Darcey had the ball first, and tossed it to Joyanna. Tasha was in the middle, trying to get the ball from them.
I stepped into the street a bit. Just to watch. It was funny how easily Tasha was subdued by the two others. As I took a chug of my drink, I heard a high-pitched voice cry my name happily followed by the thump of the ball on the pavement. I turned just in time to see a blur of orange and black spinning towards my face.
CRUNCH The sound of the ball echoed down into the yard. I grabbed my abused nose and fumbled with my twisted glasses as one of the girls yelled out "Darcey!" I glared at the accused, who had her hands over her toothy grin. "ImsorryImsorryOhmagawImsorreeee" she kept on until I stomped down the yard with my broken spectacles. My face was in such pain I couldn't control my anger. "You're SUCH a BRAT Darcey!" my voice cried over the neighbors' loud music.
wow, the was fun. True story, by the way.