The Journey

Jealousy & Mornings

     Hi! I'm Autumn! A six-year-old girl who recently had a sister (Little brat at the top). Her name is Hope by the way. The thing is that everyday, I see my parents admire how cute or adorable or sweet she is. She ALWAYS gets ALL the attention, ALL the love, and ALL the care. She's only three weeks old and im six years! At least I can sit up by myself and walk! Shouldn't I get ALL the attention, ALL the love, and ALL the care? Anyways, I've been feeling as if Mommy and Daddy don't love me anymore. Maybe I'd be doing them a favor if I just left. At least I wouldn't have to clean my room, practice my addition, or eat yucky vegetables. (Mommy CANNOT cook 😖) Maybe, I should start packing now. 

                                                                    ~~~~~~MORNING~~~~~~   

      So, Mommy woke me up this morning at 7:00 when Curious George came on. She told me that I had 30 minutes to get ready. I walked over to the breakfast bar where I found Daddy reading the Sunday paper (it was Monday morning, that newspaper was long). I got my fruit loops and ate them while Daddy read to me the newspaper, thinking I was listening (his intentions were to teach me how to read) I dressed up in my "I LOVE ART" sweater, grean jeans, and my purple Twinkle Toes. I grabbed my bags and walked to the door. "Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy! stop crying Hope!" Mommy and Daddy were so focused on Hope that they didn't even acknowledge me. I went outside where I saw Sam like I did every morning, He's my best friend. "Autie? Why do you have so many bags?" He said. "I want Mrs. Ferris NOT to yell at me today," I said looking away. "There's the bus!" He exclaimed. "Yeah!Umm... I think my mommy called, I'll be back!" When the bus left, I ran the exact opposite way of my house. I felt the rush of being on the street for once in my life.

~~~~~~TAKING THE PATH~~~~~~

       When I crossed Grandma's house, it reminded me of how Mommy and Daddy always used to take me there whenever they had to work. She always made me feel as if I was the only person who ever mattered in the world. She always used to bake me cookies, tell embarrassing stories about Daddy, and sang and read to me every night I was there. But that was before Hope was cut out of Mommy's tummy. She told Daddy that she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, not knowing that I was trying to ask her a question that Daddy said "could wait." After hearing that, I figured that if SHE was the most BEAUTIFUL thing she had ever seen, then that would mean that I was quite ugly. Hope had red stuff (blood) all over her and yellowish-white stuff (umbilical cord) coming out of her belly button. She could barely open her eyes, and when she did, they would go in different directions. It kinda creeped me out because, most babies were cute and adorable but, after awhile, Mommy and Daddy just couldn't keep there eyes off of her. I guess that maybe they saw differently because, well, she wasn't as cute as me, I thought so anyway. When I crossed Park Street (idea taken from olivia), I saw Sam's house. I saw his cat, Katniss, being hugged by his mommy, Mrs. Fitch through the window. When their eyes met mine I panicked. I ran into one of the bushes. Mrs. Fitch ran out to see what I was doing. She found me and then I ran as if an old man was trying to ask me for candy. She kept chasing me until we made it to Paris Drive. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to Sam's. i sat in the living room and watched Calliou until Mrs. Fitch started lecturing me about "The Importance of Education." I didn't understand it one bit, and she could tell by the way I was looking at her.