"Really Cat?"
I've tried so many times to keep him away for just a few seconds, just enough time to get ready for my recital. I can't.
"Uhhhhh! Just stay away!"
It is already 3:03 and I'm supposed to be there soon, more like now, but I guess I'll deal with it, because I'm so used to it. I'm still tired but I woke up because I had to clean up the cats... Stuff.
"Okay are you ready?" My mom just got back from work. She's not the one that is going to take me to dance but I hope she's eager to see my costume anyway. It not my favorite but it's fine, I think, mostly because it seems small.
"Um, well, kind of, I'm waiting for dad and I just fed the cat." As I walk down the stairs I stare at the place where our trampoline used to be. The springs were falling off so we had to take it down. Another obstacle that we couldn't deal with so we tore it down.
I hear a car passing, or, no, it's my dad's car, surprisingly. I should definitely not complain, okay I'm almost completely ready, I pop the rest of the bobby pins on top of my pain filled head. I cringe but I have to be finished. Those things are annoying.
"Okay!"
I bolt down the steps. As I slide I step and stick my tights in a crack in the stairs, and...
I trip and the leg areas slowly rip apart. My totally negative day has gotten to me but not totally ruined me. I haven't even mentioned the morning much, but I hope I get ATLEAST a little credit for my dancing. I might get a flower or a gift. I'm looking forward to what's going to happen, or the future, I guess if I'd mention it, but I'm still stuck in the present. I wish and I wonder, and it's a desirable question, but is the present really a gift?
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Wishing Notion
Science FictionA story of time told when the past, present, and, what's the word...? was understood This story may not be what you expect
