In class my classmates presented their scenes. After hearing feedback, I made some changes to my own past scene. The scene in this blog post is the revision of a scene I made in a previous post titled “Composing a past scene.” If you would like to read the original, then click here.
A sudden feeling of da-dum..da-dum..da-dum went across my chest as I noticed her right index finger facing toward it on the wall. “What’s this?” she said. It was a cold windy afternoon in an otherwise clear sunny day in 2007. I was seven years old. At the time my family and I were living in an apartment in Berat, Albania. We were on the 2nd floor. “Alright, here you go” my mom said as she rested the plate on the table in front of me. It was green peas. A meal I enjoy today, but back then, my tongue just couldn't stand it. It didn’t matter who cooked it. Seeing a disgusted look on my face my mom added “That plate better be empty when I get back” as she closed the door. I grabbed my spoon and tasted it. “Ew!!” Just chewing on them left a bad taste. “Ughhh, how am I going to finish this?”, I said to myself. Then an idea came to me. I went and opened the window in the living room. I looked down to see nice green grass surrounding the building. “This is brilliant.” I say to myself. I came back to the kitchen to grab the plate. As I was walking toward the window I notice that I spilled some juice on the floor. I put the plate on a table, grabbed a napkin, and cleaned up the stain. “Phew”, I said to myself as I threw the napkin on the green trash can, “Good thing I noticed that.” I continued towards the window and felt a light breeze come in as I opened it. I grab the plate and gently tilt it over. The sound of those peas hitting the grass shocked me a little as it was coming to me what I was doing. It didn’t stop me tho. I continued until the plate was empty and that the only thing remaining were the stains around it that showed it previously contained something. I closed the window and put the plate back on the table. About twenty minutes later I hear the front door open as my mom came back. After we greet each other she asked “Did you finish?” “Of course” “The whole thing?” “Uhuhh” “Let me see” I grabbed the plate and tilted it for her to see. “Good job!”, she said. A couple of hours passed. I was in my room doing homework when I hear my mom call “Ani!” “Yeah” “Come here!” I left my room and went to the kitchen. to see my mom by the window pointing at something below it on the wall. I could feel the left side of my chest beating as my heart was racing. It was a stain. “What is this?” she asked. “Umm… I don’t…. Um… I don’t know.” “It’s a stain. It smells like peas. Did… Did you dump them outside?” “No” “Don’t lie to me” “No” “You swear?” “Yes” “So if I go outside I won’t find them?” “Yes.” There was a brief pause. Then she said “Okay.” I felt a bit of relief that I got away with it. It was short last hoewer as I saw my mom putting on her coat and leaving. She came back a few minutes later. I can’t remember what I saw first: the anger on her face, or green peas covered by crumbled blades of green grass sitting in her right glove. “You lied to me!” she said. With tears rolling down my face I cried “I’m sorry!” “Why would you lie” “I don’t know, it didn't taste good.” “I don’t care if it didn’t taste good! It’s healthy and you should if ate it.” “Okay!” “There are people out there begging to eat not only do you just toss it, but you lied to me about it.” “I’m sorry.” A tear rolled down her left eye as she said “I can’t believe you lied to me.”
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DANIELLE MCINTYRE
10/8/2018 04:32:27 pm
the betral is always bigger than the act of whatever wrong doing, i hope you learned that lesson
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