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T is for Talia

Author: Astarael
ASL Info:    19/Girl/Baltimore
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Class/Type: Story /Misc
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A very short story; I had to build a character and create a sense of anticipation in a page or less for my Fiction and Poetry class.

T is for Talia

Today, Talia could finally forgive her parents for making her leave Boston and her best friend Rachel and move to this sticky hot place called “Alabamer.” She had cried for days upon their arrival, wondering why Daddy cared more about Anthropology than his own daughter’s happiness. She hated her new school. These kids weren’t like her friends back home; they were mean and stupid. After the first day, when she tried to explain to them what shul was, someone decided that she was weird and soon they all circled her in the playground chanting the word cruelly back in her face. When she told the kids she couldn’t eat bacon, George would sit next to her at lunch layering slabs of the greasy meat in his wide-open mouth between orgiastic yumms and grunts. And no one knew their times tables. Mrs. Averson always yelled at her for shouting out the answer even though Timmy or Amanda or Jackie were staring at the ceiling and chewing on their pencils clearly begging to be saved from the torturously impossible problem that had been set before them. In this manner, she came home after school every day crying.

But today, today was different because she had tasted the first act of human kindness. Gracie had bought her a present. Her mom said she wasn’t allowed to give it to her until after school, so Talia spent the whole day impatiently asking questions. Is it big? No. Is it red? No. Is it something you can eat? No. Is it purple? NO! “My mom says it’s Swa-rov-ski,” Gracie finally offered to stop the interrogation. At the mysterious clue, Talia relented and spent the rest of the day entertaining spectacular visions of what that word might mean.

At the end of the day, Gracie walked towards Talia’s cubbyhole grasping a little yellow box with both hands almost ceremoniously. “I told my mom about you and everyone teasing you about shul and stupid George being mean and she said let’s go get her a present and make her feel better. But don’t open it ‘till you get home cuz my mom doesn’t want you to lose it on the bus.”

“Thanks Gracie!” Talia exclaimed and looked around to make sure that everyone saw that someone had given her something; that someone liked her. Together, they got on the bus.

Her mother’s heart lightened a bit at the sight of seeing Talia skipping off the school bus with her black ringlets bouncing and a great big smile on her face. She was finally adjusting to her new school.

“Mommy!” she shouted. “My friend Gracie got me a present. Look. Look!” She thrust the yellow box in her mother’s face before sliding off the ribbon and tossing the top onto the lawn. Under the lid was a package wrapped tightly in tissue paper. She peeled off the first layer, then another, then another, then another until the present was no larger than her mother’s thumb. This began to worry her until she saw something glint beneath the white paper. She pulled it out and dangled it in the air. It was beautiful! The sunlight caught the tiny pendant on the silver chain and scattered a rainbow of colors inside. It looked like a lower-case “t.” T for Talia! she thought excitedly, but no sooner had it stopped swinging back and forth in her hand than her mother snatched it away from her with an angry Grrr! and flung it on the grass.

Talia stared, dumbfounded, but her mother soon regained composure and placed the necklace gingerly back into the yellow box. “Tell your friend Gracie to tell her mother,” she said putting her arm around Talia’s shoulders, “that this is a very nice present but we are very happy how we are.”

“You mean I have to give it back?” Talia asked in disbelief. “WHY?”

“Yes,” replied her mother, “but don’t worry, let’s go out and buy you something you like right now!”

“No!” Talia exploded into a batch of tears and stormed into the house. “You never want me to be happy!” She slammed the screen door behind her while her mother remained, gazing up at the sky with a worried sigh.

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  what?! what a cruel mother! I would hate her too! Why didn't she wan't her to have the gift? why did she throw it away like that?

I liked the story, there wasn't to much uneeded detail, and there wasn't a lacking in detail. And it cept me captured the whole story. I am just mad at the mother. Evil women she is, why didn't she want her to have the gift, why why why why why why?!
| Posted on 2008-10-13 00:00:00 | by grimmreaper | [ Reply to This ]

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