Hiya there! Today I have a story for y'all, because I haven't posted a story for ages (emphasis on ages ;D). This story was for a school assignment, and it turned out really well! It does have a few typos that I didn't fix, so if you see one, continue reading like nothing was there :D.
Six-year-old
Betty was in the park with her father. Every week on Sunday after church, he
would come and spend the day with her.
Betty’s father didn’t live with her and her mother, but he made the time
to spend with Betty when he could.
“Betty,
what do you want to do today?” Her father asked. He looked striking in his
church suit.
Betty never
knew how to reply to his weekly question. She played with the ruffles of her
dress as she thought. She looked up and
saw a balloon man holding brightly colored balloons. She asked, “Could I get a
balloon?”
Her father looked at the balloon man and
smiled. “Of course!” He replied.
Hand in
hand they walked to the man with colorful balloons floating above his head.
“Which
balloon would you like?” Betty’s father asked.
Betty stared
for a moment. A thoughtful expression entered her face, and her brow scrunched
up. There were so many choices. Finally she said, “ That big red one at the
top.”
Her father
turned and pointed it out to the balloon man. “That big red one,” he repeated
after Betty.
Betty
suddenly noticed a little boy about the same age as her staring. He had tangled
mousy brown hair and big blue eyes. He was dressed poorly. He wore old torn up
tennis shoes, a dirty green t-shirt, and kaki shorts with holes. He stared longingly
at the balloons.
“C’mon
Betty,” Her father said handing her the big red balloon. Betty stared at the
balloon in awe. All thought of the boy she had seen left without a trace as she
took in all of its big red glory. It was so round and shiny, with a bright gold
ribbon to secure it.
“Thank
you,” She announced, a big smile breaking out on her face.
Her father
returned a beam and ruffled her golden curls.
They walked
around the park and gazed at the fountains and tall trees. “Can I climb a tree,
Daddy?” She once asked.
He frowned
playfully and said, “No, I don’t think you can.”
She hung
her head sadly.
He laughed,
“Of course you can!” Her head rose hopefully. He picked her up and said, “But
you don’t want to ruin your nice dress, do you?”
She shook
her head fretfully.
“Don’t
worry,” He continued, “I’ll take you hear tomorrow, and you can climb trees all
day if you want.”
She
grinned. “Yes. Daddy, please!”
He laughed
and set her back down on the ground. “Now, how about some ice-cream?” He
lowered his voice, “Now what would Miss Betty like?” He held out an imaginary
microphone to Betty.
Betty
giggled. “Raspberry chocolate chunk.”
Her father brought the imaginary
microphone to himself. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” He said, “Miss Betty has decided
upon raspberry chocolate chunk. Now, what does Mr. Crocker want?” The
microphone went back to her.
Now she was laughing. “He would
like,” Her father mimed a drumroll, “Mint chocolate chip with butterscotch
drizzling.” She made a disgusted face.
Her father laughed. “Yes, indeed he
would, ‘’ He commented.
They strolled to the ice cream
truck where her father made their orders.
A movement caught her eye, and she
turned to see what it was. It was the boy! The very boy who had been staring at
the balloon mans balloons was now staring at Betty’s big bright red balloon.
The boy didn’t take notice Betty
staring at him for a moment, which gave Betty enough time to see the longing in
his eyes. He then stared her right in her eyes. An understanding passed between
them.
Betty stared at her balloon and
thought for a moment. Would her father be mad at her for giving away her
balloon? What if she lied to him about it? But she didn’t want to lie to her
father to her father.
Finally, she held out the balloon
to the boy. The boy stared at Betty in unbelief. He must have read in her eyes
the urging for him to take it, because he took the balloon and mumbled to
her, “Thank you.” He then ran off with a
beam lighting up his face.
Betty smiled. Though she was sad to
see her balloon go, she was glad she had given it to the boy.
“Here Betty.” She turned back to
her father as he handed her a pink and brown ice cream scoop on a cone lined
with sprinkles. When she took the ice cream, her father’s expression turned
puzzled. “Where is your balloon?” He questioned
She though a moment before looking
at the sky and saying, “Where all good balloons go, Daddy.”
Her father smiled and took her hand
in his. “Don’t worry, Honey, I’ll get you a new one,” he responded.
She knew that he didn’t know that
she hadn’t meant the sky, but she said, “Okay, Daddy.”
They then walked through the park
once more as the sun started to sink behind the horizon.
Hope y'all enjoyed that! My computer is kind of funky right now, so it won't let me delete my indents. Toodaloo, Hoodians!
