As Life Goes On
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The Life of Abby Shay
Winter is such a wonderful season. I love to watch the snowflakes fall down onto the ground. It’s like a brand new bed just waiting for you to jump on it and sleep. I grabbed my jacket, gloves, scarf, and boots, ran downstairs and went outside the door. I went on my front porch and observed the scene. Everyone was yelling and screaming with joy as they opened their Christmas presents. I was never one of those little girls who loved to open presents on Christmas Eve. I preferred the snow as the ultimate present. I smelled the sweet cold winter air and fell in love. I ran toward the snow screaming.
"AAAAHHHHHH! CANNNONNN BALLLLLL!!!!!" I tucked my self into the best puffy ball I could and jumped. My skin felt like ice as the snow surrounds me, I lifted my head up to see how deep the hole was. Yes! I’m alive! I quickly, but carefully got up and walked toward the garage. I looked for my dad’s tool box. Finally I found it. The red tool box was hidden underneath a pile of dirty clothes my mom needs to wash. I picked up the tool box -that weighed about a ton- and placed it on an old chair we never sold at the garage sale we had last year.
I opened the rusty red tool box and immediately found what I was looking for. I pulled out the measuring tape and ran outside were my hole is. I pulled out the measuring tape and measured how deep the hole was. I sighed when I got the results. It was an inch smaller than last year. And last years whole was a half inch smaller than the year before. Stupid global warming. I walked out of my hole, not caring if I ruin it. I was at the front porch when I herd the welcoming arguing of my mom and dad coming from the house. I sounded something like this:
"Ugh! God Jared why can’t you just fill up the coffee maker when I tell you to?" said my mom in her I’m- going- to - kill - you- voice.
"Well Barb why don’t you do it yourself? You are more than capable to make your own morning coffee!" my dad retorted.
"Because I asked you to last night before you went to bed so we could get our coffee and leave to my mom and dad’s house! You know how much Christmas with Abby means to them!"
"Well I’m sorry something didn’t go right in your special plan as you wanted Barbra. This discussion is over!"
"Oh no it isn’t! This discussion is not over until I say it’s over!!!"
I sighed. That usually how they communicate with each other, by arguments. I sometimes think they might split up; I have nightmares about them getting a divorce at night. Of course I would never admit that. But it kills me that I’m the one in between their arguing. My little brother Jack would never understand what is happening. He’s only 3 years old but he can tell they aren’t getting along. I won’t dare myself to think it. It’s horrible and I’m probably going to start crying if I do. I decided to stop their argument and walk inside. As soon as I took a step toward the door I sneezed.
"Achoo!" I screamed. As soon as I sneezed the screaming stopped. My parents never liked to fight in front of Jack and I. They want us to think everything is okay. Every time a room is empty they always find something to argue about. I wiped my nose with a corner of my sleeve, and walked through the door. My parents can see through anyone, but I decided to just play along and act like I didn’t hear anything. I decided to talk about my hole I made.
"Hey mom, dad." I said My mom gave me a look , It was the look she gave me when she knew I was eavesdropping on their conversations. My dad gave me a relieved look and a thank you in his eyes.
"Hi Abby", my mom and dad said together. They shared a disapproving look for some reason.
"I’m really disappointed this year." I said as I hung up my coat, scarf, and took off my boots.
"Why is that?" asked my dad.
"My hole is an inch smaller than last years!"
"Oh that’s a shame. Why do you think its so small?" asked my mom
"I don’t really know, but I think it has to do with global warming."
"Hmmm, I think your right cupcake", said my dad. He gave me a nudge with his elbow, and left the room to go into the kitchen.
"I fell sorry for you," said my mom, she rubbed my arm and continued, "Maybe global warming would have gotten better by next year, and your hole will be bigger."
"I hope so" I said and followed my dad into the kitchen. He was making hot chocolate in the microwave. "Mmm smells good, dad" I said taking in the delicious smell, as my dad took out the hot chocolates.
"Thanks hon, I thought since its Christmas we should celebrate it by having some hot chocolate and marshmallows."
"You’re so right! But I was thinking - last night before I went to bed- we could open Christmas presents-"
"Dabbbyyy!!! Its cwistmuz tobay!!!" says Jack coming in swinging his arms above his head, running at my dad. My dad squats and opens his arms wide to catch my little brother.
"Yes it is Jack! And guess what, we get to open presents today!!" my dad says getting excited just like Jack.
"Yay!! Pwezants aw my fayvowit!!!" says Jack bouncing up and down.
"Good lets go open them up!" my dad takes Jacks hand and runs to the living room where we put our Christmas tree. I sighed, picked up my hot chocolate and followed the two toddlers. When I walked down the hallway I could hear Jack shouting at my dad. He was throwing a tantrum, he wanted to open his presents "now".
"Wait hold on a second, let me get the camera first!" said my dad running to his office. When I got to the family room I saw my little brother looking at all the presents, trying to figure out which present is his. I gotta admit, he looks pretty cute when he tries to concentrate. My dad suddenly appeared behind me with his camera getting it ready.
"Barbra we’re gonna open presents now, hurry up!" said dad.
"Mawmmy huwwy, its pwezant time!!!"
Winter is such a wonderful season. I love to watch the snowflakes fall down onto the ground. It’s like a brand new bed just waiting for you to jump on it and sleep. I grabbed my jacket, gloves, scarf, and boots, ran downstairs and went outside the door. I went on my front porch and observed the scene. Everyone was yelling and screaming with joy as they opened their Christmas presents. I was never one of those little girls who loved to open presents on Christmas Eve. I preferred the snow as the ultimate present. I smelled the sweet cold winter air and fell in love. I ran toward the snow screaming.
"AAAAHHHHHH! CANNNONNN BALLLLLL!!!!!" I tucked my self into the best puffy ball I could and jumped. My skin felt like ice as the snow surrounds me, I lifted my head up to see how deep the hole was. Yes! I’m alive! I quickly, but carefully got up and walked toward the garage. I looked for my dad’s tool box. Finally I found it. The red tool box was hidden underneath a pile of dirty clothes my mom needs to wash. I picked up the tool box -that weighed about a ton- and placed it on an old chair we never sold at the garage sale we had last year.
I opened the rusty red tool box and immediately found what I was looking for. I pulled out the measuring tape and ran outside were my hole is. I pulled out the measuring tape and measured how deep the hole was. I sighed when I got the results. It was an inch smaller than last year. And last years whole was a half inch smaller than the year before. Stupid global warming. I walked out of my hole, not caring if I ruin it. I was at the front porch when I herd the welcoming arguing of my mom and dad coming from the house. I sounded something like this:
"Ugh! God Jared why can’t you just fill up the coffee maker when I tell you to?" said my mom in her I’m- going- to - kill - you- voice.
"Well Barb why don’t you do it yourself? You are more than capable to make your own morning coffee!" my dad retorted.
"Because I asked you to last night before you went to bed so we could get our coffee and leave to my mom and dad’s house! You know how much Christmas with Abby means to them!"
"Well I’m sorry something didn’t go right in your special plan as you wanted Barbra. This discussion is over!"
"Oh no it isn’t! This discussion is not over until I say it’s over!!!"
I sighed. That usually how they communicate with each other, by arguments. I sometimes think they might split up; I have nightmares about them getting a divorce at night. Of course I would never admit that. But it kills me that I’m the one in between their arguing. My little brother Jack would never understand what is happening. He’s only 3 years old but he can tell they aren’t getting along. I won’t dare myself to think it. It’s horrible and I’m probably going to start crying if I do. I decided to stop their argument and walk inside. As soon as I took a step toward the door I sneezed.
"Achoo!" I screamed. As soon as I sneezed the screaming stopped. My parents never liked to fight in front of Jack and I. They want us to think everything is okay. Every time a room is empty they always find something to argue about. I wiped my nose with a corner of my sleeve, and walked through the door. My parents can see through anyone, but I decided to just play along and act like I didn’t hear anything. I decided to talk about my hole I made.
"Hey mom, dad." I said My mom gave me a look , It was the look she gave me when she knew I was eavesdropping on their conversations. My dad gave me a relieved look and a thank you in his eyes.
"Hi Abby", my mom and dad said together. They shared a disapproving look for some reason.
"I’m really disappointed this year." I said as I hung up my coat, scarf, and took off my boots.
"Why is that?" asked my dad.
"My hole is an inch smaller than last years!"
"Oh that’s a shame. Why do you think its so small?" asked my mom
"I don’t really know, but I think it has to do with global warming."
"Hmmm, I think your right cupcake", said my dad. He gave me a nudge with his elbow, and left the room to go into the kitchen.
"I fell sorry for you," said my mom, she rubbed my arm and continued, "Maybe global warming would have gotten better by next year, and your hole will be bigger."
"I hope so" I said and followed my dad into the kitchen. He was making hot chocolate in the microwave. "Mmm smells good, dad" I said taking in the delicious smell, as my dad took out the hot chocolates.
"Thanks hon, I thought since its Christmas we should celebrate it by having some hot chocolate and marshmallows."
"You’re so right! But I was thinking - last night before I went to bed- we could open Christmas presents-"
"Dabbbyyy!!! Its cwistmuz tobay!!!" says Jack coming in swinging his arms above his head, running at my dad. My dad squats and opens his arms wide to catch my little brother.
"Yes it is Jack! And guess what, we get to open presents today!!" my dad says getting excited just like Jack.
"Yay!! Pwezants aw my fayvowit!!!" says Jack bouncing up and down.
"Good lets go open them up!" my dad takes Jacks hand and runs to the living room where we put our Christmas tree. I sighed, picked up my hot chocolate and followed the two toddlers. When I walked down the hallway I could hear Jack shouting at my dad. He was throwing a tantrum, he wanted to open his presents "now".
"Wait hold on a second, let me get the camera first!" said my dad running to his office. When I got to the family room I saw my little brother looking at all the presents, trying to figure out which present is his. I gotta admit, he looks pretty cute when he tries to concentrate. My dad suddenly appeared behind me with his camera getting it ready.
"Barbra we’re gonna open presents now, hurry up!" said dad.
"Mawmmy huwwy, its pwezant time!!!"
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