First Year: Chapter One

Wow!  This actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  Take note this was written by a ten-year-old, but I actually like my little writing, even though it IS a wee bit to descriptive.  :)

Enjoy!

-Madeline

First Year: Chapter One

A Day at the Zoo

I woke up in my queen size bed in my room, on the second floor, of my house, that I lived in with my mother, Helen Roth, and my father, David Roth. So that made me Emma Roth. 

My bedroom was a light lilac with lacy curtains over my clear window facing the yard. It was decent with a door to the hall way and a nice walk in closet for my clothes and other things. My bedspread was a dark purple with light purple, lilac and silver colored leaves and vines that crawled up it.

I was lying in my bed looking up at my white popcorn ceiling, and listening to the sweet chatter of birds through my open window. My arms were holding on tightly to my bear, Emi. I usually never slept with her, but last night, I had grabbed my brown bear down from the shelf off my closet, and had cuddled with her. 

“Emma!” came the call of my Mom. “Emma!” she cried again, this time sounded more exasperated.  I think her calls is what had woken me up.

“Coming Mom!” I shouted. I turned my head and groaned in my pillow. Last night I had stayed up a bit too late watching some TV and had gone to bed much later than I was supposed to. 

“Emma! We’ll be late for the Zoo!” she called again.

“Alright Mom!” I yelled. “I’m getting up now!” I yelled. I groaned again and swung my bare legs over the edge of my bed onto the hard polished wooden floor and walked over to my white dresser. I looked at myself in the big mirror and hung my head. My hair was a dark greasy brown instead of my natural dirty-blonde hair.

Shower day.

I grabbed a pair of clothes and walked down the hall into my bathroom. I undressed, tested the water, and then got in. It was cold at first but it slowly became warmer. I washed my hair, put on conditioner, turned off the water, rubbed vanilla smelling soap on, rinsed my hair and body off, and rubbed myself down with a fluffy white towel. 

Refreshed, I put on some baggy shorts, a big purple T-shirt with a store logo, some purple flip-flops, and did my hair in a neat braid.

I then cleaned up the bathroom. Hung up the mat, folded my towel, picked up my pajama’s and put them in the dirty clothes, turned off the light and finally went downstairs. 

“Oh! There you are, Emma!” said Helen when I walked into our bright kitchen. “Oh! Good for you! You took a shower!”

“Yes,” I answered. The DREADFUL shower! I thought. 

“Well come along.” She said. “Can you please feed Isabella, while I make put some toast in for you?” she asked.

“Okay, Mom,” I said. 

“Meow!” meowed our gray cat. Isabella gracefully jumped down from the leather couch where she had been dozing, and walked over.

Isabella was a soft gray cat with bright green eyes. She had evenly matched white sock prints on her small feet; she also had a long thin tail that swung around gracefully, like another creature. Her underside was white all the way up to her gray tail. She was about two years old in human years, and the Roth family adored her.

We had gotten her from an old Lady down the street that had so many cats that they filled her entire house. When we were gone, Isabella would go down there with the other cats and play and take a drink of the milk that Mrs. Kitten put out for her cats. 

“Hey girl!” I said to the elegant cat. I leaned down and Isabella jumped in my arms, and much to my delight, licked my cheek. 

I put her down on a brown mat and filled her pink bowl with cat foot, and her silver dish with clear water from the kitchen faucet. 

She delicately ate the food, licked herself, took a sip of water, then jumped back over to the leather couch, and curled up into a small ray of sunlight and took another small catnap. 

“Come on Emma! Eat your food!” cried Mom, setting a plate of buttered toast on the table. I quickly sat down, smeared blackberry jam on it, and took a yummy bite. When we finished, we cleared off the table, and grabbed some last minute things, before rushing off into the car to go to the Zoo. 

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We paid the cashier, and then went inside the big gates. All day we looked at monkeys, birds, turtles, fishes, elephants, giraffes and other wild creatures. We stopped at a stand and shared some pizza. Mom then got me a vanilla ice-cream cone and I gladly ate it in the hot June sun. (I shared with her of course!)

“Come on, Mom! Lets go to the Reptile Room!” I cried. She followed me into a dark building where glass tanks were set into the walls.

Inside the tanks were snakes, bugs, frogs, and other reptilian creatures were in cages. I looked at a picture of a green frog and tried to find it in the cage. It was well blended in when I finally found him.  But then I tore my attention away when I heard a scream. 

My eyes widened as I saw a huge brown snake slithering freely crossing the floor, toward us. Now I was not exactly terrified of snakes, but when a brown snake ten feet long is coming right toward you with his fangs showing, anyone in their right mind would run.

I let loose a small scream and ran out of the room as fast as I could.

Later that day, safely home in our house with NO snakes, I was lying in my bed reading a fun chapter book with Isabella curled up next to me.

When the snake had gotten loose, a bunch of Zoo Keepers rushed out and told us and a bunch of others to stay calm and go to their cars and come back another day. We had sat through an hour of traffic before finally pulling up to our driveway on Magnolia Crescent. 

When Mom had unlocked the door, Mom had gone into the bathroom telling me she was going to take a long nice bath, and told me I could do whatever I wanted to. 

I put the adventure novel down and scratched Isabella’s soft gray ears. She purred softly at my comforting touch.

“You want to go outside girl?” I asked the cat.

Isabella looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes. “C’mon girl,” I said. I picked her up and took her outside where we played together in the cool green grass. After dangling a string from my hand for Isabella to paw at, I lay on the grass and looked at the puffy white clouds with Isabella. After a while I closed my eyes and, without meaning to, fell fast asleep.

I awoke when I heard a desperate cry from the house. “Emma! Emma! Emma! Where are you!” yelled my Mom frantically.

“I’m in the backyard!” I called.

“Oh Emma!” she cried. She opened the back door and ran outside and then hugged me. “Oh, Emma! Please don’t do that again,” she said.

“Sorry, Mom,” I said sheepishly.

“Alright,” she said sitting up, “come and help me make the casserole for dinner tonight before your father comes home.”

“Alright, Mom!” I said cheerfully. I got up and took Isabella inside the house. We then washed our hands, pulled out some ingredients, chopped some veggies up, and then put it in the oven to cook.

When Dad came home, the table was set and a chicken casserole and a green salad were waiting.

After supper, we cleaned up, watched a funny movie and then I went upstairs and fell asleep, not knowing that tomorrow my life would change forever.

Ooh!  What's going to happen tomorrow?

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-Madeline