Stories from an Empty Classroom

Points of View

1.) Choose one character from your character descriptions. Write the story as if you are that character. Pretend that you know nothing more about the other characters in the story than you know about other people around you in the real world. You can see what they do, and they may have told you their feelings, or you may have guessed why they behave as they do. Use pronouns like I, me, and my.

First-person point of view

It was flawed logic, I admit to that, but it seemed okay at the time. I should've waited until his mother woke up. However, Oliver was hungry, and I am not one to deny a child food. Now I'm grounded, Amanda isn't even my mother! She shouldn't be able to do this! All because I gave her child some applesauce! How was I supposed to know that you have to feed it to him?!

~Flash-Back to last night, brought to you by Oliver's cute, pleading smile~

I was the only one awake, coffee does that to you, and I was chilling in the sitting area of the dorm so as not to disturb my sister from her rare sleep. I had forgotten that Oliver's crib was in there, I really had, so I didn't exactly take the best care in walking from our room to the couch. I may have tripped over a few things, and that may have been what woke him up, but I didn't mean to. One minute he was asleep, the next I see eyes and a mop of hair peeking up over the railing. He's nearly two, so he can say a few words. Other words he has some trouble with, my name being one of them. I mean, he could recognize us at least. I swear, that kid has the memory of an elephant.

So there I was, chilling on my computer, messing with a game code for Ashely and Oliver to play together, when I see his scary-ass* little head staring at me from the other side of the room. It was dark, but the curtains were open, so he looked like a vampire: pale skin sort-of sparkling, brown hair definitely shining in that light, and his baby blue eyes reflecting the full moon behind me. I nearly screamed. Instead, being the great role-model that I am, I cursed.

"Shit!*" I had immediately covered my mouth when I realized who it was. "Shit, Oliver, don't repeat that, please! Shit, your mom is going to murder me! Why the bloody hell can't I stop?!" I was whispering, so nobody asleep would be disturbed, I definitely didn't want 'Perfect Prefect Parker' to wake up, so I tried to get ahold of myself. She had enough to deal with during the day, being the oldest in our dorm and all, she didn't need night-time disturbances to add to the list of things to take care of.

"Okay, Oliver! You scared me, I am sorry for my language, please don't tell your mother!" I got kneeled down next to his crib and put my clasped hands up in front of his face, but he only cocked his head to the side, and I realized he probably didn't hear me. So, I got up to spare myself the shame and brushed off my dress to get rid of the imaginary (but probably real) dust that had gathered. "Well, you should go to sleep now, little guy," I said, turning to go back to my seat. But he said something that made me stop in my tracks. I turned around. "Say that again?"

"Clo!"

I ran back and kneeled once more in front of him, arms resting on the railing which caused him to step back a bit. "Say it again for me buddy!"

"Clo! Clo!" I laughed and picked him up, lifting him above my head, his eyes looking at my smiling face. "Clo!" I'd been trying to get him to say my name practically since he was born.

I laughed once more and brought him down into a hug. "Yes! Yes! Clo! That's my name! Yes, I'm Auntie Clo!" I was laughing and dancing with him so much that it's a miracle nobody woke up.

"Clo?" He said once I'd calmed down. We were both sitting on the couch. Me back on my computer, him on a blanket,** playing with his niffler stuffie.