Superman Monologue

Introduction! =)
My acrobatic skills coming into hand as a balanced on my grandparents mailbox. The fuzz of my brother’s hat slipping into my mouth as I kissed him. The startling noise of a furnace when you see your snake seep into the vents. The soft, warmth of my welcoming grandma, Mema. The loud murmurs of family members, plus annoying “shhh’s.” These are my most favorite memories that I will tell you about….

Peyton is an Acrobat! =)

Have you ever wondered about a picture? I did.”We were enjoying the water at The Lake of the Ozarks. You, your dad, and I were balancing you on Mema’s mailbox. The mailbox was frozen stiff in it’s place. The maple sapling smell filled our noses,

I have. I leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. Feeling tears in the back of my eyes, I joined in with my heartbroken family. The beeping of the machines disturbed my ears as I tried to pray. The tubes were a nuisance, I wish he wasn’t like this. I felt his Superman. If only Fighter was Superman, everyone would donate money to save our neighborhood super hero. They came, the heavy drops fell as my grandma tried to soothe me. I caught a glimpse of my mom holding my distraught brother. I looked at Fighter’s mouth; half open. I couldn’t help, but to smile. He looked

If yes, welcome to the squad, or whatever you want to call it. Here’s my sad, gloomy story. It was then thirty or forty seconds when I didn’t feel the soft, frozen scales. No welcoming scales; no red, short, wiggle-worm snake to be seen. I started bawling,”Blazer! Blazer, come back!” I searched. Couches, check; no snake. Plants, check; no red worm, snake. Kitchen cabinets, check; nope. Front door, back door, outside, bedrooms, dressers; everywhere. Wait, the vents. I bawled harder and harder. The loud, annoying, furnace startled me as it turned on. The furnace would burn him to a crisp.

The Leaning Tower of Family!! =D

“Click, click!”,the camera chuckled. For that 20-30 seconds I was behind my brother, on my grandma, and in front of my aunt. We all giggled… laughed… or even chuckled here and there. Mostly giggling. The house smelled of Febreeze; lilac aroma. The odor of my brother short, greasy, dark hair was pathetic! My aunt felt a lot better. Her warm clammy hands felt nice around my belly and waist. My mom screeched with fury. “Peyton was dozing off,” she shouted.”We need to do a retake. She didn’t get her wish. My aunt and grandma waved goodbye, kissed goodbye, and they fled. Mom was glad she wouldn’t have to scream at her mom and sister.

My Sixth Birthday Wish!