First chapters of Stories I haven't Finished

The Oak Tree

I opened my eyes, and tried to regain consciousness. I was having such a wonderful dream. Though the problem is I can't remember what it was anymore. That's the problem with waking up. When you do, you can't seem to remember your dreams. I slowly slipped out of my bed. As I got out of bed I saw my calendar. Then it dawned on me. Today is September 6th, 1954. My thirteenth birthday. I looked out the window, and I saw dark clouds covering the sky as if they were cattles of cows. It's gonna rain today. I thought, feeling a bit sad. What a wonderful day to turn thirteen I thought sarcastically. I walked to the bathroom slowly. When I got there, I began to look at my face. I have blonde hair with dark brown roots. I have brown eyes at the moment and have dark bags underneath them. I have what my seventeen year old sister Diane, I would say she has a sandy beige skin tone. According to my sixteen year old sister Carol I have a perfectly shaped nose. My dad has always said I have a nice build for a twelve year old boy. I am quite tall but not too tall for people to think I'm in highschool. People always say I look like my dad and that I'm quite handsome. But how I could look like my dad and be handsome is a mystery. I began to slap my face to try and wake up. That didn't really work so I decided to take a shower instead. Showers always wake me up. They make me feel refreshed and more awake. I went back to my room and changed into a striped t-shirt, some old cargo shorts, and some sneakers. As I dressed myself , I heard my mom yell

"CHARLIE COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST!",

"COMING MOM!", I said.

As I walked down the stairs I could see my family. Diane was on the landline probably talking with her boyfriend. Carol was helping my mom with breakfast. Janice, my fifteen year old sister, was chasing Joyce, my five year old little sister around the room yelling

"GIVE ME BACK MY MAKEUP BAG YOU LITTLE- OH YOU'RE CRUISIN' FOR A BRUISIN' JOYCE!"

My ten year old sister Elizabeth (or Lizzy) was helping my seven year old sister Kathy tie her shoes. My dad was carrying my two year old baby sister Chrissy. I was the only boy in a family of seven girls. Not counting my mom or my dad. Sometimes it got loud and I felt alone since dad was rarely home. When I got down stairs, I walked towards the kitchen and smelled something that distinctly smelled like smoke.

"Uh mom, Carol, I think something's burning." I said. They looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces.

"THE WAFFLES!" They yelled at the same time

They hurried towards the toaster and un-plugged it.

"Ugh" my mom said while rubbing her forehead, "I'm sorry honey." she said looking at Joyce, "I know that this is a special day for you since you got your first honor roll and I wanted you to have a special breakfast this morning."

Oh, they forgot that today is my birthday, I thought sadly. They always forget about me, I'm the middle child, I'm nothing special. "It's okay mommy. I'll just eat toast." Joyce said with a smile on her face. How could she smile, she didn't even know that today was an even more special day for me.

"Okay everyone uh we aren't going to be eating waffles but toast instead." My mom said with a fake cheery voice, as she slid toast onto our plates.

"Gather 'round the table please kids." my dad said as he set Chrissy into a high chair, "Let us say Grace."

"Gracious heavenly father. We thank you for the food that is on our table, it may not be much but at least we have it. Bless the hands of those who made the food, and clear their mind and heart from any worry. Help those who need help, and heal those who need healing. Amen."

We all sat and began to eat.

After we finished eating mom said "Okay kids get ready. Start going outside, the school bus will be here soon."