This is just a compilation of the writing we've been doing in class so far with the thief. Idk if I will continue with this or not.
Mascara. Eyeshadow. Foundation etc. All the typical things a 16 year old girl in high school keeps. Barely 5'2, she can't reach the top shelf in the medicine cabinet so everything is a scattered mess on the lower shelves. Staring in that mirror she ponders "Hmph... I wonder what is downstairs."
She casually walks out the bathroom, leaving the light on. At her destination she opens the door revealing the familiar objects of her sisters room. Even though shes seen it a million times, something new seems to always catch her wandering eyes. "This cover is always here but it never gets used." I'll keep it for myself." she says matter-of-factly. "She won't ever notice it's gone. Or maybe she will, but I want it. Soooo it's mine."
Cradling the orange and white polka dot queen sized comforter, she heads back up the stairs with the cover dragging along the carpet. Her mom watches as she carries the over-sized cover to her room.
Watching her struggle to carry it up the stairs her mother being to think, "There she goes again carrying that damn cover around the house. If she would just put some damn clothes on, instead of walking around in shorts and little ass tank tops, she would need the blanket. Look at it dragging on the floor... it's bigger than she is." The mother shakes her head and decided not to say anything. She continues to watch, slightly entertained, before entering her own room.
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I step into my room, ready for a nap. "Homework can wait. Food can wait. And so can life." Instinctively, I know that someone has been in my room. Anytime one of them comes into my room while I'm at school, the never hide it very well. I know that something is missing because they never can stop stealing my stuff. Looking at the bed, of course my orange blanket is missing. Typical. Climbing all the stairs of the house, I go into the my sisters room and see the cover laying crumpled on her bed. "I knew it".
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"Hey!! Did you steal my cover?" my sister yells as she sees me walking into the kitchen.
"No I didn't steal it. It's mine so you're the thief, not me..."
"Uhh..." her chin does this weird thing. (That's how we know she's about to lie.) "... no I didn't"
"You're chin is actin' up. You stay lyin'. What's wrong with you?" I ask with a half-hearted laugh.
She protests, poking her head towards me and throwing her hands behind her "No it's not! I'll just take it when you go back to school anyway."
With a sweet innocent smile I say "And I'll always take it back since I come home before you get out of school."
She exits to her room and I laugh wondering how many more little lies she will tell before I go back to school
The voices in this piece is well established. I like the variation of sentence lengths because its brief, but says a lot about the characters. I enjoyed the simplicity of the stolen object and the dense description of the thief.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this since I was the little sister in this story at one point. I stole something of my sister's at least once a week, and made a little stash. Haha! I thought I was so sneaky but I got caught every time. We still joke about it until this day. Love it!
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