The sweet aroma of a freshly baked cake circulates through every room of the small house as the cake sits on the stove top to cool. Colorful balloons are decoratively and strategically placed all over the living room and the kitchen as Kaitlyn prepares for her best friend, Sarah’s, birthday celebration. Strolling through each room, Kaitlyn scans the product of her tireless preparation. Filled with a sense of satisfaction and approval of her work, Kaitlyn sits down on the comfortable black couch listening to the crackle of the fireplace beside her, relaxing for a few minutes before a swarm of guests begin to arrive. However, just as Kaitlyn sinks into the cushions, an anxious knock at the front door interrupts her peace. Making her way to the front door, Kaitlyn
Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”
Ally, a 7th Grader at Greenwood Middle School, is sitting in math class when she received an email. She opened up her email hoping it was her coach emailing her about the championship game tonite. Disappointed , however still surprised, she saw the email was from her mother. She opened up the email that was a picture with the words ,”Don’t forget!!!” She downloaded the picture and saw that the email was for Grandma’s 75th Birthday. Oh no! She totally forgot about Grandma’s birthday party! She knew she could still fit in Grandma’s Birthday party after the game.
I follow my relatives toward the back yard, where everyone’s found a seat around the grey, plastic party tables. I watch as paper plates overfilled with carne, rice and beans get passed from one end of the table to the other. My parent’s cooking masks the acrid scent of summer air and my stomache begins to grumble. I make myself a plate and sit next to my parents who are already engaged in several different conversations. I silently eat my food and observe the people around me. They’ve got their whole lives figured out, even my youngest cousins whose stick figure drawings and badly scribbled coloring pages reside on the side of our
I darted to the car, wrestling Chloe, my niece, into her seat, swearing to sing with her for the entire trip to Chuck E Cheese. I mentally praised my older sister, Chloe’s mother, for her terrific idea. I didn’t see Kristin often. The last time was at my huge birthday party six months prior. I couldn’t remember why she’d left early, I was just happy to see her again. Now we had an entire day of fun to enjoy as a family. I wedged myself between Chloe’s massive car seat and the giant stroller, leaving little room to move. I could only see straight ahead, through the windshield as my sister started the purring engine. She hurriedly swerved backwards out of the driveway and rammed the car into drive before accelerating down the street, grinning
Even when the sky cried, the town was perfect. The weekly manicured grass welcomed the unexpected warm summer rain. Rainbows of chalk drawings washed away in dark pools, and even with whole world seemingly turning dark, the perfect white trim on the houses shown, and the old gas street lights illuminated the pristine street. In the beige house, behind the white picket fence and the red door gathered a group of APT moms in the kitchen, hosting weekly book club. My sad reflection in the window stared back at me, visible to no one. I laughed quietly to myself when I saw the very familiar group. Making small talk at the head of the table was Mrs. Jackson, I had gone to school with her son forever. Funny, I didn’t see her at the funeral. Chipping away at her manicure was Mrs. Webster, our conservative Girl Scout leader whose daughter Lillian never liked me much. It was a quite diverse group, some sporting intricate hairdos thick with hairspray and pins, sipping their soy lattes perfectly poised, conversing only slightly
“Yes i'm sorry i didn't tell before, i just didn't want you to tell Makenzie or Logan.” My brother agreed with my mom. We began to go to different rooms to pack.
As the day of the ball finally arrived, all of the thousand guests were beyond excited, but a little anxious. The ballroom, where the masquerade was being held, was lit bay one thousand candles, embodying the one thousand guest. Decorated tables were covered with exotic food and drink. The walls were draped in black and red silk curtains that moved with eerie sighs as the doors to the ballroom swung open and the many guests entered.
“I told you to clean this shit up, boy. What would your Mom say, when she comes home and the house is a mess. And it’s your fault. Yes it is.” Dad said. He sat back down at the table, eyes glaring at Charles.
“Honey you said you didn’t do anything wrong, but I did. I should had killed that pyromaniac when I had the chance a long time ago. We wouldn’t been in this because of me and your father”
The todlers are bouncing woth joy when the guest of honor walks into the living room. The marvelous princess sprinkles pixie dust over the children before she rolls in dessert. The chocolate cupcakes fill the room with an aroma strong enough to make the kids druel. They grab eagerly at the cupcakes and procede to shove the cupcakes into their mouths. Without a care in the world, they wipe off their messy faces with the rough material of their extravagant costumes. Laughter fills the room when one of the children belches long enough to say the
Walking into the embellished reception hall filled with people, I couldn’t predict what would happen, especially with not knowing much people that were going to be at the party. As Laura went off to greet all her friends in the room, I stayed alone at the
An eruption of clapping and cheering loomed in a little girl’s ears as she gleefully skipped down a cement sidewalk. Her right hand was engulfed in her mother’s large, soft fingers. Her left tightly gripped onto a shiny helium balloon, its crimson orb catching the light of the afternoon sun. After checking up on her rouge treasure, the girl looked up to her mother, a giggle escaping her lips.
As Sarah’s mom pulls into the driveway of 1542 Elm Street, she in nothing but excited. Impatiently she tells her mom to hurry and unlock the door not wanting to waste a single second of the “girls night” planned. When the doors finally unlocked she rushed to grab her bag and practically sprinted up to the front door. Sarah rang the doorbell a couple of times then started to jump up and down as she waited.
I could feel the excitement fluttering inside of me. The last of summer was drifting away, but I was still wearing one of my favorite sundresses. It made me feel like a princess, as did most things at 10 years old. I was preparing the snacks for the upcoming movie night I was going to have with my mom. This was a frequent pastime of ours that became an event to look forward to after a week at middle school, which consisted of rowdy kids and the smell of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Pop! Pop! Pop! The aroma of butter from the microwave fueled my enthusiasm further. I grabbed the steaming bowl and leaped to my mother’s master bedroom. I had insisted we watch our movie in her room, since her king sized bed and looming TV screen