Creative Writing: Petunia's Mistake

If she had known that Tokola was family, she would have hugged him even harder before she left him. He was her granduncle, a living, breathing relative! She went to sleep that night, trying to think back through the years to all the times Tokola had been at their cabin. It seemed that as she was growing up, he was always around.

“Whoa!” In the corner or her eye, she could see that the boy had tensed up along with throwing his hands out defensively,” No! Not even-”

“Wait! How did you know what I was thinking!?!” -- colored her tone. ‘Could he be a mind reader?’ Nervously wringing her hands as she inched away.

June meant to stand up and greet him cautiously, but all that happened was that she sprang up, her arm waving, trying to get up, and knocking over the trash bin that kept her cover. The boy was startled by the noise, staring at her like a deer in headlights. June winced.

She thought she was so prepared for her new babysitting gig, although this time around she was technically a nanny. There was a couple who were

To begin with, her relationship with her son from her part is strange. Cunningham quotes, “Alone with the child, though, she loses direction. She can’t

Rubbing the droopy eyes of hers, Ariana's vision was extremely unclear and blurry. She noticed a faint view of this boy who was peacefully resting on her shoulder. Blinking several times, Ariana grabbed the boy's head and she closely examined his hair and his facial features. She was quite impressed by his quiffed light brown hair, and his perfectly sculpted

She crossed her arms and furrowed her narrow brows looking up at the boy who had just recently become a man with his short brown hair that came to a small ponytail at the nape of his neck and a slight shading of a beard.

But all of these hidden truths were not the most puzzling, which bestowed both Nadine and Henry the motivation to start pursuing it. This certain hidden truth finally manifested before them, when the two turned the page to a certain section of Emily Ryan’s personal diary. As it turned out, one of the pages pertained to the story of a sister that Nadine’s parents did not inform her of. What makes this life story even more boggling was the idea that Nadine’s mysterious sister had a son, roughly two years after Nadine herself was born.

"Oh sweet holy fuck, babe!" She shouted out of fright as she covered her chest with a hand, feeling as if her heart would bust out. Calming herself, she sees the seriousness of her boyfriend's demeanor. "What?" she questioned.

She shared that on the day of the incident, she awake with increased feelings of irritability and being more out of control than usually and tried to read a book to calm self. During this time, her three year old son tried to gain her attention by climbing on her lap. Ms. Reiland states the child’s actions irritated her and she pushed him away recognizing that she did not want to touch her child. The young child thought his mother was playing a game with him and continued to try climbing on her lap. Ms. Reiland recalls that she “snapped” and slapped him resulting in him falling to the floor. She recalls that as she watched the child lying on the floor crying and staring at her having self-deprecating thoughts such as “you’re not a good mother”,

“Hello?” called a voice. Adam, Aurelia thought, her mind jumping to the boy she had met the day before. She opened the door, and there he was. He looked upset.

The boy listened for the most part, sometimes commenting or complaining about the peoples’ actions that she described. He was a pretty negative person as far as she could tell, but that didn’t make her enjoy his company any less. He seemed thoughtful but not very keen on expressing himself. She liked how he wouldn't mind listening to her talk and how he would always ask questions about things she hadn't even thought of before. Once they had left

“Krista, you might want to come in here and see this!” Jane shouted from the living room of her sister’s home after having just turned on the television set. “Your son is on TV.”

She then told her that she had visitors, and her aunt and uncle came through the door. They interrupted her thoughts, because their faces were red, most likely from crying. They brought her flowers, and set them next to her bed. None of them knew what was going to happen next.