The Girl Who Didn’t Know
Once there was a girl from a cold land far far away. The land was Spring Lake, Michigan. Isn't that ironic Spring lake? She went to school like any other teenager. Monday she walked into her creative writing class the day before SAT testing and she learned that they would be starting a short story about absolutely anything after testing. Under her breath, “what the heck am I going to write about” whispered Cleo.
As the SAT’s goes by she wakes up, Thursday morning feeling extremely sickly. She gets up regardless of the feeling her body is telling her to stop. Cleo goes to school, makes it to her morning Interact meeting; pops out early and runs home to her mom and cries for a bit before she lays down.
Her mother exclaims, "I believe the reason this is happening is that you don't have a normal eating schedule" huffs "first lunch..."
Cleo says, "I think my body is telling me I'm dying not hungry."
Cleo's mother ignores her comment and starts to brew hot tea and gets the peppermint diffuser running. Later in the day, Cleo had to eat something because she had to go to a meeting at three o'clock. She was going to be a new ambassador for International Aid and she absolutely, positivity could not miss the or pass out at the meeting.
She went to the meeting at three o'clock, walked in, signed in with the little old lady at the reception desk. she awkwardly stood there for a hot second then Cleo got the bright idea to sit in the waiting area. Ten minutes go by and Whitney walks down the stairs to greet her. They sit down in the main office, talked about Cleo and what she does besides school and she gets really nervous because she does not do well with new strangers. She's extremely shy since she popped out of the womb.
Then, they go on a tour of the warehouse and Cleo learns about everything that International Aid helps with. As the meeting comes to a close, Cleo politely shakes their hands and runs to her car to sanitize. Ha, just joking Cleo isn't that big of a freak. She drives home lays back down she wonders again as Cleo stares at the ceiling, “what is she going to write?” Cleo looks around endlessly, goes on to the interweb, she gets frustrated with the cause of writer's block so she falls asleep because she's sick as a dog that has rabies. Four hours later……
Cleo’s mother wakes her up "Girl come eat"
Cleo growns and Cleo slowly moves to a vertical potion as the room spins like a merry-go-round. She eats barely anything, then goes to bed and passes out.
Friday, the next morning all Cleo wanted to do is get up and feel good to go to school because it’s Friday and Fridays are the best day of the week. Her alarm goes off at six o’clock. The sound of the alarm sounds like a major accident on the highway has just happened in her head. She calls her mom on the phone her mother comes running down the stairs, more like wabbling down the stairs because its six in the morning. Cleo’s mother says something important but all Cleo hears is "blah blah" then passes out cold after the feeling death.
She wakes up first and thinks, "why!" and then, “what the heck is my short story going to be about?” Cleo looks around the room see's her epic bedspread full of these huge flowers; thinks that her story could be about a small town made up of flowers and the citizens of the town came from the flowers. The main character would be a protector of the flowers and the people's health. As the flowers start to gray and wilt the main character, which at the time she is named Gypsy, needed to find a way to save the people of the town. She thought about that one for a long time and didn't think even in her greatest dreams that she could make that story four pages long.
Then she went online to look at her classes and what she had missed. As she assumed there was an assignment for her writing class which involved the development of our short stories. She had to come up with the main character which in all reality could help come up with a logical idea to write about. Her character was from the 1980’s, named Jack Rivers, and his father died when he was a young boy and something from his father's past comes back to haunt him. She thinks to herself and is stuck there.
Later in the day, her mother had planned an in-home jewelry party (woohoo). At this point, Cleo was feeling better. So Cleo walks up the stairs to the sunroom and sits down on the soft sea blue couch, she lays back and mumbles out what everyone around her is saying and is thinking about what she's going to write about for her story. As the night goes on Cleo starts to get tired and feeling sick again. Cleo eats some dinner and crawls back to bed because sleeping is the only thing that helps the pain run away.
Saturday morning arrives and Cleo wakes up with a clear and happy non-diseased feeling. She was so excited that she didn't feel like her insides were going to turn inside-outside, so she stayed completely still for a few minutes. To make sure she didn't jinx it. After about 5 minutes or so she got up and didn't feel nausea and it's a fantastic feeling that lingers in the air. It was like Tinkerbell sprinkled pixie dust over her in the middle of the night. She gets up and starts to get ready for the day. She works on ideas for her short story and still by noon she can't think of one good Idea. she is lost with a helpless feeling of writer's block.
So she goes on with her day and goes to her best friends house Alex to pick her up for a birthday party we had to go to for a family friend. Cleo gets there and Alex wasn't even ready she's still in her pajamas. Cleo sits "Gurl get your self-put together" moans comes from Alex. Cleo waits for her to be ready, they end up being late. “Oh well,” Cleo exclaimed. They walk in with both of their families and the social ones that know all the people at the party go off and Cleo and Alex stand awkwardly in the corner waiting for when we would be excused to leave. After about 30 minutes Cleo and Alex leave and go off to Alex's house to eat dinner and chill. Alex has a cat his name is Boots and Cleo and Boots have never gotten along but for the first time Boots lets Cleo pet him “wow” Cleo quietly says not to disturb the cat.
As they are eating dinner Cleo asks Alex what her story should be about and she is absolutely no help. Alex responds,” Gurl I don't even know what my story is about." The night goes on. As Cleo starts to fall asleep she decides to go home. While driving home she was thinking about her short story that still doesn't exists. Cleo walks into her house and her parents and Alex's parents are sitting at the table in the kitchen playing a board game. Cleo falls onto the couch and puffs out, "what do I write about for a short story?!" Her mother says, "write about a girl who can't think of something to write" and so there you have it!