One day my mom was on a cleaning spree. I was assined the windows, as I was cleaning I was narrating a story in my mind here it is.
Chapter
1
the window washer
“Ah.” The new worker sighed unaware his boss was standing behind him hands on hips with a scowl on his face. The boy was looking for about ten minutes at who he thought was the most beautiful girl he had ever imagined. His boss tapped him on his shoulder and went back to his hands on hips pose. “What do you think you’re doing?!” The rather plump boss asked with spit flying out of his mouth drenching the poor boy. “I...I...I...” the boy said before being interrupted by another outburst from his boss. “Get back to work! This isn’t a place where one can be slow on his feet; go get the next load of fish before I fire you.” So off the boy ran only looking once over his shoulder to take another glimpse at the breath-taking window washer.
Chapter
2
the big surprise
Shouting, faces, people crowding, and a big sign that said sale. No time to gaze at the one he loved. Then there she was on a chair cleaning a window. Her delicate fingers clenched into a fist gripping a rag and scrubbing the window so hard one would think that she was trying to break it. The boy could see her anger as she repeatedly forced her bangs behind her ear and looking as though she was trying to yank them out while doing so. “Maybe I can go help her,” he said out loud only noticing his mistake when he felt a large amount of weight resting on his shoulder. “What are you looking at, is it that girl you were looking at the other day? Well guess what she’s married.” At that moment the world seemed to stand still in the boys eye view. All at once his dreams seemed to be crushed to smithereens. “Who is she married to?” the boy said finally shaking back into his senses. “Why would you want to know?” his face angry but if you looked closely into his eyes you would have seen a faint happiness. “I would shake his hand and tell him he was the luckiest man on earth to have someone like that to come home to him at night.” The boy said in a scratchy holding back the tears voice. “Well” his boss said “that very very lucky man is me! Now get back to work!”
It's not much but for an eleven year old my mom says its fantastic!
