As time moved towards the match, Amy crossed each day off the calendar and polished her cherished racket cleaning it and making it shine. Her theory was that the better her racket looked the more she would be able to get for it and she wanted to raise as much money as she could for the hospital that saved her sisters precious life years ago. When the morning of the match arrived she woke with a smile knowing what the day would bring, she had been practicing and knew she was also there to have some fun.
Amy was finally ready, she sung her way to her
sports closet barely able to contain her excitement. Eagerly she opened the
door to grab the treasured racket, looking as she did for the bright shine of
the rim.
Immediately feeling her stomach drop Amy looked open eyed at the gap
staring back at her. She gasped and held her breath, it wasn’t there, but she’d
put it back, where could it be. Amy began to hyperventilate a million things
going through her mind, what was she going to do? Amy stormed upstairs yelling
for Lisa her maid “Where is my racket” she screeched at the top of her lungs. Lisa
nervously entered the room mumbling “Miss I’m not sure where your racket is I
haven’t seen it.” “Liar” Amy yelled, she knew she wasn’t being fair but she was
just so worried, she was due at the court in 3 hours and had no idea where her
prized racket was hiding.
Off to one side, Lisa was quietly freaking, she
knew that what she had done was going to get her into trouble but selling that
racket was the only way she could get the money for her sons bone surgery. Being
a maid wasn’t a well paid job even if it was for Amy Neverlands. But was it
worth it? The guilt was eating her inside, what came next she couldn’t control “Miss
I’m so sorry it’s just my son, he needed surgery, I was running out of options
please forgive me, I need this job.” She watched as Amy’s face turned redder
and redder as the anger bubbled up, Lisa waited for the bomb to go off.
However, Amy replied in a steady voice “Lisa I’m sorry but you can’t expect me
to be able to trust you anymore. Now I’m going to go buy a new racket, when I
come home I expect you to be gone if you don’t want me to press charges...
Goodbye.” Tears filled Lisa’s eyes she understood what she had done was wrong
and she knew it was now going to be a consequence she had to live with.
Good story - I think it is well written. I like how you change up your sentence starters so it keeps it interesting to read.
ReplyDeleteParagraph three: "She gasped and held her breath, it wasn’t there, but she’d put it back, where could it be." I would probably break this into two sentences, between it wasn't there and she had put it back.
Cute storyline.