The Purple Ribbon - Chapter 1 Rewrite
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As I was waiting for my mom to call me downstairs for dinner, I was upstairs in my bedroom studying hard for my difficult math exam tomorrow morning. It's been two hours, and I am still not even close to finishing. It's times like this where you wish you paid attention in class, and it is difficult to concentrate when you have a heartthrob sitting next to you. I have been crushing on David Maynar for the past two years. You can compare David to prince charming that came out of a fairytale story. He is kindhearted, and absolutely charming. He has the brightest blue eyes that shine as bright as the big blue sky, and has luscious brown hair that moves ever so gently.
He recently called his relationship off with Rachelle Kayn. She has hated me ever since I accidentally tripped her in the school cafeteria in the tenth grade. Where was I? Oh right math exam. We have one month left of highschool, and I need to get at least 65 percent on the next three exams in order to pass this class. "Macy! Dinners ready sweetie." I closed my math book, grabbed my purple cat slippers, and started downstairs. As I walked down the last step, I could hear my father coughing vigorously. I sat down next to him like I always do for dinner. While my younger brother Travis, was overflowing his plate with mashed potatoes, my mother and I asked if he was feeling okay. He presented a smile, and said everything is alright, and that he was only coming down with the flu. Deep down inside me, I still felt that it was not just the flu.
"Brad, I suggest you head to the doctor tomorrow morning, and have him check that out dear."
"I think your right Dana. I will call my boss after dinner and let him know."
My parents were highschool sweethearts, and they greet each other like they haven't seen each other in years. After dinner, I helped clear the table, and decided I should make my dad our special hot chocolate. Ever since I was young, if one of us got sick, we would make each other our special hot chocolate, We would always tell each other stories about our day, and keep each other company. At the end of the day, he would tuck me into bed, and I would always tell him that I was wrapped around his little finger. I remember those days like it was yesterday.
I took his "WORLD'S BEST DAD and my purple mug, poured the boiling water in, and added the hot chocolate powder. I topped it off with seven mini marshmallows, and a sprinkle of cinnamon, set them on a tray and headed upstairs.
"Knock, knock."
With his voice barely making sound, he said, "Come on in Macy."
"I made our special hot chocolate."
"Thanks sweetheart, I really appreciate it."
I asked if he was feeling alright, and as always, he did not want me to worry about him. He always told me that he wanted me to live my life as happy as possible, and live with no regrets. However this is reality, and Im continuously going to make mistakes. As always I nodded and said, "Yes dad."
We started to talk about my birthday coming up. I will be turning 18 this June; just a few days after highschool comes to an end.
"Any plans for your - ACCHHOOOO!" He let out a contagious sneeze.
"I got you tissues too dad."
He sniffled and said, "Thanks."
"I'm not sure what we are planning for my birthday yet."
He gets into bed, and covers his whole body with a brown fleecy blanket.
"You should talk to your friends and figure something out."
"Yeah I will see them tomorrow at school. Did you call your boss?"
"I did, I will go to the doctors office tomorrow morning, and come back home and rest."
"Okay well enjoy your special hot chocolate dad. I have to get back to studying."
I got up and walked to the door. As I set my foot out the door, I hesitated then turned back to my dad.
"Hey dad!
"Yeah?"
"I'll always be wrapped around your little finger."
He gave me a million dollar smile, and said, "Good luck on your math exam tomorrow Mace, Mace!" I closed the door softly, turned off the light, and walked back to my room.
I always enjoyed him calling me "Mace, Mace." It all started when I was 2 years old. There were mice underneath our front doorsteps. They managed to find a tiny whole, and decided to stay under there every winter. Every time I wanted to walk out the door, I would hesitate, considering I was scared to wake them up. My dad would always tell me that they would not mind, and that it was okay to walk down the stairs. However, I would always say, "No the mace! the mace!" Cleary, I was not able to pronounce the word mice.
I walked to my purple bedroom, closed the door, and set down my hot chocolate on my bedside table,opened my math book once again, and studied until the clock reached 11:38.
He recently called his relationship off with Rachelle Kayn. She has hated me ever since I accidentally tripped her in the school cafeteria in the tenth grade. Where was I? Oh right math exam. We have one month left of highschool, and I need to get at least 65 percent on the next three exams in order to pass this class. "Macy! Dinners ready sweetie." I closed my math book, grabbed my purple cat slippers, and started downstairs. As I walked down the last step, I could hear my father coughing vigorously. I sat down next to him like I always do for dinner. While my younger brother Travis, was overflowing his plate with mashed potatoes, my mother and I asked if he was feeling okay. He presented a smile, and said everything is alright, and that he was only coming down with the flu. Deep down inside me, I still felt that it was not just the flu.
"Brad, I suggest you head to the doctor tomorrow morning, and have him check that out dear."
"I think your right Dana. I will call my boss after dinner and let him know."
My parents were highschool sweethearts, and they greet each other like they haven't seen each other in years. After dinner, I helped clear the table, and decided I should make my dad our special hot chocolate. Ever since I was young, if one of us got sick, we would make each other our special hot chocolate, We would always tell each other stories about our day, and keep each other company. At the end of the day, he would tuck me into bed, and I would always tell him that I was wrapped around his little finger. I remember those days like it was yesterday.
I took his "WORLD'S BEST DAD and my purple mug, poured the boiling water in, and added the hot chocolate powder. I topped it off with seven mini marshmallows, and a sprinkle of cinnamon, set them on a tray and headed upstairs.
"Knock, knock."
With his voice barely making sound, he said, "Come on in Macy."
"I made our special hot chocolate."
"Thanks sweetheart, I really appreciate it."
I asked if he was feeling alright, and as always, he did not want me to worry about him. He always told me that he wanted me to live my life as happy as possible, and live with no regrets. However this is reality, and Im continuously going to make mistakes. As always I nodded and said, "Yes dad."
We started to talk about my birthday coming up. I will be turning 18 this June; just a few days after highschool comes to an end.
"Any plans for your - ACCHHOOOO!" He let out a contagious sneeze.
"I got you tissues too dad."
He sniffled and said, "Thanks."
"I'm not sure what we are planning for my birthday yet."
He gets into bed, and covers his whole body with a brown fleecy blanket.
"You should talk to your friends and figure something out."
"Yeah I will see them tomorrow at school. Did you call your boss?"
"I did, I will go to the doctors office tomorrow morning, and come back home and rest."
"Okay well enjoy your special hot chocolate dad. I have to get back to studying."
I got up and walked to the door. As I set my foot out the door, I hesitated then turned back to my dad.
"Hey dad!
"Yeah?"
"I'll always be wrapped around your little finger."
He gave me a million dollar smile, and said, "Good luck on your math exam tomorrow Mace, Mace!" I closed the door softly, turned off the light, and walked back to my room.
I always enjoyed him calling me "Mace, Mace." It all started when I was 2 years old. There were mice underneath our front doorsteps. They managed to find a tiny whole, and decided to stay under there every winter. Every time I wanted to walk out the door, I would hesitate, considering I was scared to wake them up. My dad would always tell me that they would not mind, and that it was okay to walk down the stairs. However, I would always say, "No the mace! the mace!" Cleary, I was not able to pronounce the word mice.
I walked to my purple bedroom, closed the door, and set down my hot chocolate on my bedside table,opened my math book once again, and studied until the clock reached 11:38.
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