2012년 4월 30일 월요일

CW Assignment

She looked up to a blue canvas filled with floating colors. The sun was slowly toasting her freckled skin. The earth supported her body, which was sprawled over the warm sand. She turned onto her stomach and faced her friend who had long electric red hair with a green ribbon holding it all together. “Should we make fireworks tonight,” she asked her friend. Her friend’s lips stretched from cheek to cheek. Charly stuck out her thumb and closed one eye and saw how small the sun was. She erased it with her thumb and put in a moon. The hot air balloons popped and shrunk as they fell to the ground. The grains of sand slowly turned into mounds of glitter. Charly reached for a balloon and filled it up with glitter and threw it up in the air staining the sky with splattered glitter. It made an explosive sound that triggered laughter. Charly and Anna’s laughter echoed and shook the night sky causing the glitter to rain. They continued to throw more glitter balloons and letting them transform into fireworks. When all of a sudden the ground started to shake and Charly saw cracks proliferate everywhere. The mounds of glitter start to pour into the cracks. The waves of glitter trap Charly and Anna and carry them into the cracks and an irritating sound bounce off of their magical night sky. She opened her eyes and realized she’s back again. Charly sat on her bed and look around the four blue walls that imprisoned her. She turned to her doll and stroked her electric red hair and fixed her green ribbon. Finally hitting the alarm clock, she got out of bed realizing it’s another day away from a world of her own. Charly was always a bit different and she didn’t mind being different. Her best friend had two black buttons for her eyes and had a sewn in pink yarn for her smile: Anna. Anna was given to Charly when Charly was five. Anna was also different and that’s why Charly liked her. Charly went downstairs and to the kitchen to sit down for breakfast. Mrs. Lynn had frizzy, striking red hair and had a fragile figure. She was always tired, her wedding ring became loose around her finger. She always made black coffee hoping to wake her up a little in the morning. Mr. Lynn would always tap his fingers against the wooden dining table and had an abundant amount of silver hairs. Charly would always burst in every morning startling Mrs. Lynn while she was making her coffee causing her to bang her head against the cupboard. Mr. Lynn would give Charly a small smile while she gushed about her adventures with Anna. He would admire Charly’s energy in the morning and gesture for her hands to place into his. Every morning he’d try to calm Charly’s enthusiasm to make the morning bearable for Mrs. Lynn. Charly evaluated the environment around her and realized her stories should be told another time. She looked at her dad’s face and noticed the wrinkles that appeared over night. She kissed him on the forehead and went back to her room. She flung herself on top of her bed and took Anna in her arms. She looked into her black button eyes and asked, “Do you think they’d listen if you were here?” There was one wall in Charly’s room filled with pictures of places and short stories of Charly’s and Anna’s nighttime adventures. There were several pictures of Charly’s parents posing in front of pyramids, the Eiffel Tower, or any of the Seven Wonders of the World. There was one picture that Charly’s fingers landed upon. Her parents were at a hot air balloon festival. Her mother was wearing a long red dress and that matched her hair that was blowing in the wind. The only wrinkles that appeared on her father’s face was around the corners of his smile. Charly cradled Anna and walked her fingers over to another picture that was invaded with fireworks. She whispered into Anna’s nonexistent ears, “We were there Anna. Should we go to the Eiffel Tower next?” Charly heard her parents’ cars rumbling outside and peered outside. Her mother was in the green caravan while her dad was in the red Volvo and they both parted their ways. Charly and Anna waved but their waves weren’t acknowledged. Charly remembered a time when she woke up from hearing her mother’s laugh and going into the kitchen to see flour in her mother’s vivid red hair. Her dad’s hands were covered in flour and he was laughing under his breath. He would dive underneath her and fling her over his shoulders then throw her in the couch. The whole time her mother tried begging him to stop but her laughter prevented her from speaking. She threatened him with her fists. This whole time Charly remembered how pretty her mother’s laugh was. Then her dad would piggy back her mom and would make laps around the house. It was a while ago but it was unforgettable because of her mom’s laugh. Charly turned to Anna and touched her little hand and started to remember the time she first met Anna. Charly was by the doorway looking into the living room where her mother was sitting in a chair fixing something. Charly couldn’t see what it was so she came a little closer and saw a flash of green. She finally got a clear visual and saw a doll with electric red hair tied up in a green ribbon wearing a purple dress staring right at her. She looked up to her mother’s eyes hoping that they would meet hers, but they didn’t. Hers were glued at the doll and her fingers were wrapped around the red yarn that made up the doll’s hair. “Mama?” Her mother started to sing, “ You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.” “Mama, “ Charly said a little louder.

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