Tuesday, October 26, 2010

THAT'S THE WAY LIFE WORKS By Serenity, age 8

Lotte slides into home plate. Her shoes untie and she trips over the laces. “Home run!!! Home run!!!” the fans shout. She tries so hard not to cry or waste time doing her shoes again. Her teammates cheer. Her parents and friends are waiting. Lotte sees her mom and dad in the stands.

They celebrate the big win with steaks and ice cream at a restaurant in San Francisco with gold wallpaper and a crystal chandelier. There are party hats and games, music and presents. Waiters wear dark blue uniforms. But Lotte’s leg hurts the whole time. It feels like a tornado. Her leg keeps on spinning. She pulls on her mom’s shirt and says, “My leg hurts really bad.” It hurts but she holds her tears.

Her parents take her to the hospital. In the waiting room there are wheelchairs, doorways, canes and windows. It smells like medicine. They wait for two hours. Doctors do tests on Lotte’s leg. They say she cannot play baseball anymore.

Lotte’s parents go to a window called Accounts. The lady there gives them the bill.

They say, “Wow! Now that’s a lot of money.”

The lady says, “Those are the usual charges sir.”

The tests are over. They get the results. Lotte’s bone is broken.

They come home from the hospital. Lotte lies on the couch. She feels sad. She takes a nap. Lotte dreams that she is playing baseball and she does not have a broken leg. She wins the game. She hears her mom calling her name.

“Lotte, Lotte.”

She wakes up and falls off the couch and says, “Aww, my leg!”

Her mom says, “Sorry, Lotte.”

About the Author

My name is Serenity. I am eight years old. I live with my mom in San Francisco. I like to draw and write. I am good at running. I want to get better at Writers’ Workshop. When I grow up I want to be a brain surgeon because I’ve never really seen the inside of a human body and I’d like to experience that. What confuses me most is Fridays. Sometimes my mom says she is going out but then changes her mind and changes her mind again.

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