I stroll down Western Avenue with a blue coin purse in my fragile hands. People in every direction as far as the eye can see. Neighbors being neighborly, store keepers selling and people riding the subway to work. Today happens to be a Saturday morning. And as usual, I awaken in the morning at six o'clock and dress. Every Saturday morning is the same old thing. I turn to the corner seeing the store I've been looking for. Roosevelt Island Shop. Yes. Indeed I live on the island of Roosevelt Island. It's very exhilirating to walk in the streets of our state of New York. As I enter the small shop, a bell dings as I open the glass door. "Customer!" The owner yells. "That's no customer! That happens to be Chanhassen!" A woman points at me. How the heck does she know me? I sure don't know her! Maybe she's one of mother's friends. Or an aunt I never knew about... All of these random questions come up in my head. If you've been asking, my name is Chanhassen. Chanhassen Dobbins. I was never born in New York City. Technically, I'm from Pennsylvania. The reason why my name is Chanhassen is because, I was named after my parents' favorite town in Minnesota. I've never been there before, I wonder what it's like. My feet tap rhythmically as I stride towards the paying counter. "I would like a Daily Line Newspaper and a Hershey's chocolate bar, please." The newspaper is for my mother and the bar is obviously for me. For a twelve-year-old girl, I'm still into candy and such. "That'll be a dollar and thirty cents." The manager,with a bald head and blue eyes, says to me. He reeks of deep rich cologne like he just took a bath in it this morning. As I reach for the money in my furry chain purse, I set my eyes on a screen with a man who has dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a great smile. "Sir," I start. The manager stares at me. "Who is that?" I point at the unfamiliar thing. With the little fan on the self and blowing in my face, it makes my pitch black hair get into my eyes. I move my short hair out of the way so I can see. "Oh that thing? Yeah, that's a television." He reaches for something behind the counter. I think it's at the way bottom because he crouches to fetch for it. "A television?" I ask. A newspaper lands in front of me on the see-through counter. I blink in surprise. "Introducing the new and improved television. This invention can let you see anyone or anything from far away. For example, you could watch a horse race in South Carolina while the race is taking place in North Dakota!" I read a part of the section aloud. "That explains everything. Now, are you going to pay for your things?" Oh! Right... I hand the man a silver dollar coin, a rusty nickel and a platinum-colored quarter. He counts the money. "Exact change. Thank you, little one!" The pale man smiles at me. I grin back to him. As I turn around to leave, I realize that I almost forgot my things! I grab the newspaper and set it under my arm. Along with the Hershey's bar, I place it in my long navy blue coat pocket. I speed towards the exit, making sure I didn't forget anything earlier. Everything's good. I hope. As I enter the outside world, staring at the cerulean sky and golden sun. Usual weather for us New York residents.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If you don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!