The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.
Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.
Today’s twist: For those of you who want an extra challenge, think about more than simply writing in first-person point of view — build this twelve-year-old as a character.
This time, I will not follow the prompt. I want to try to write other story. When I thought about that prompt, the movie “UP” always comes to my mind. So, I avoid to duplicate it.
“I am free now!”
I just finished my homework. I always get the homework every day. School is like a prison for me. Truly! I don’t understand why the teachers liked to give us much homework. I think, they don’t understand our hobby. Our hobbies are playing, playing then playing.
My Mom always says to me and advises me to study hard to get my dream. My dream is only playing. I don’t have other. I don’t want to be a business man who has much money and drives to everywhere with his cars. They are arrogant. They don’t care to poor men.
My Dad is same too. He always asks me to follow many activities at my school to improve my talents. I was asked to follow English course, piano course, and calligraphy course and so on. School is like a prison for me. Really!
I have two elder brothers. Their names are Hasan and Husein. They are bookworm. They have same hobbies. Their hobbies are reading books, writing, discussion, observation and debate. These activities will make me bored. So, school is like big prison, if my parents wanted me to follow my elder brothers.
I have ever protested to my parents that I don’t like to follow piano and English course. Playing piano is very difficult, and English is hard to learn. In English, reading and writing the words are very different. I only like to learn calligraphy. But, my parents haven’t approved my protest. My Dad asked me to play a piano, because he is a national pianist, and my Mom asked me to follow English course, because she is an English teacher. They don’t understand me.
If you ask me about my hobby, so my primary hobby is playing, and my other hobby is writing calligraphy. My brother Hasan said to me that I got my talent from my grandfather. I don’t believe in him, from whom he knew that?
I always ask to myself, when I can do everything according my wish? My parents always stir me, to do what they want. I want to get my freedom! I want to fly like birds! I want to get out from my prison. But, my parents will not understand me! They are discipline parents.
I almost forget about one thing. It is about my dream. My parents often ask me about that. To be honest, I want to be a teacher, a good teacher who cares to all students. I will invite my students to play together with me at class. It’d be interesting. I will not give them homework. Because I hate it!