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Thursday, 29 April 2010
12:35:35 AM (GMT)
c: First real story I've ever typed.
Yeah it has typo's that I probably didn't correct yet but I still love it:

         Alice adjusted her black scarf as she headed outside of her foster home.
Why the hell is it so cold? she thought to herself. With a frustrated look she
headed out of her house and into the freezing cold of winter to school. After a few
blocks she started to shiver. To make herself warmer she tried to think of something
happy. She began thinking of her mother and father and how they must have been. Since
she could remember, Alice has always thought of how her parents were even though she
never saw them. She could even recall the time when she always used to think that one
day her mother and father would come and scoop her in their arms and take away from
the foster home that she's used too.
      That was long ago she reminded herself. Being reminded of that, Alice
began to feel the cold wind again. After a few minutes she came to her school trying
to warm up back her hands. "Stupid season, stupid holiday" she mumbled to herself
angrily. As she sat in her classroom, she looked at her classmates jealously,
Thinking of the families that they have. Screw them all she thought. At least they
don't have to live in a house cramped with children you hardly even know. Alice
huffed and opened up her notebook, writing her assignment on the board. 
       "Okay class", her teacher said as she walked in the classroom. "For your
assignment I want you to write a report on what you love about Christmas". Alice
grunted hearing that word, "Christmas" and looked down at her notebook as if it was
going to say something. Alice began her assignment by writing, "I love that Christmas
has.." nah, too sappy she thought as she erased her words. She began writing again.
"Christmas is so lovable because it has..." too crappy she thought again annoyed. She
erased her words again and began writing. "Christmas is just a lovable, beautiful and
best holiday because it has such..." no, she thought and began to crumble up
her paper.
       Alice spent most of her time crumbling up her papers trying to make at least
one sentence. I'm killing trees doing this thought the girl with a sigh as she
threw away another piece of paper. As the bell rang Alice smiled with a sigh of
relief. Finally, her mind went as she started heading out. "Remember class, You have
till the end of Christmas break to hand in your assignment" Alice's teacher said
rushing to get out of the class herself. "Whatever" The girl mumbled as she left the
classroom. Through most of her classes, Alice kept thinking of her assignment.
What is there to love about Christmas for me? she thought frustrated. All I
do is spend a holiday with people I don't even know and some I don't even like.
As lunch came, Alice began to write in her journal as she sat down. 

Today I have an assignment 
It's about what I love about Christmas and It's so hard. 
Even though it's so easy for other kids, It's hard for me.

      Alice started to sigh and put down her journal. I'm too frustrated to write
anything she thought. Soon dismissal began and Alice packed up her stuff, still
frustrated. 7 hours gone by and I still can't think of anything  she thought putting
on her coat. "This is why I hate the holidays" she said angrily heading out the
school door.  And what's even worse is this weather she thought shivering in the
freezing air. I don't even know if I want to go to the place I call "home" she
    "I'm home" Alice mumbled as she entered her foster home. The sounds of children
screaming and fighting filled her ears as she put up her clothes. "Hey Alice" a
little girl by the age of 5 shouted to Alice as she ran to her. "Hey Mary" Alice
mumbled as took off her shoes. "Alice what do you want Santa to get you for
Christmas?" Mary asked happily buzzing around Alice. "Nothing" Alice replied simply
looking down. "Are you sure?" Mary asked worried. "I'm sure Mary" Alice replied with
a sigh. "Aw okay Alice. Just remember that if you change you mind you could put your
list right under the tree" Mary said pointing to the huge green Christmas tree
grinning. "Will do Mary" Alice said also looking at the tree. Mary smiled at Alice
and ran off giggling. "To be honest, I'd want to see my parents" she mumbled to
herself sadly as she looked at Mary run off.
       "Nothing like a flock of kids to help you get into the Christmas spirit" Alice
mumbled annoyed watching a Christmas special in the living room. "Alice" a little
voice said as Alice felt a poke on her back. "Yes Mary?" Alice asked frustrated by
the loud noises. "Do you think Santa is going to come for Christmas" Mary asked
sadly. Alice was about to start screaming at Mary for asking her a stupid question
but when she turned around, she saw Mary begin to cry. "Aw, it's okay Mary" Alice
said sympathetically comforting the little girl. "But what if
he doesn't come Alice?" Mary asked sadly. "He's going to Mary" Alice said, somewhat
confident. "Are you sure Alice?" Mary asked worried. "Don't worry he will" Alice said
smiling. "Thanks" Mary said wiping a tear from her face. "No problem" Alice said also
wiping a tear from Mary's face. "Now run off and go play" Alice said grinning at
"okay!" Mary chirped running off happily.
     Cute kid Alice thought. Before Alice could sit down she was
hugged out of nowhere by Mary. "I love you Alice" Mary said happily. Alice just stood
there shocked for a moment and just said, "Just go run along".
       Mary started skipping to the backyard happily humming to 'Jingle bells'. I
think I know what I want for Christmas Alice thought to herself, still smiling.
"For Mary to have a good Christmas" she whispered.
      Alice walked to her room and got out her notebook and began to start writing
her assignment. "The thing I love about Christmas is.... that I have good people to
spend it with" she wrote, pleased with herself.

Oroborus21 says:   29 April 2010   774078  
thats a charming little story. it started off sad with her missing
her parents and not knowing them. you have a nice conclusion at the
end. it could be expanded a bit and maybe a little more complication
thrown in if you ever rewrite it. but overall its rather nice and you
should be proud of yourself.
‹burblegurm› says :   7 May 2010   496840  
Thank you Eduardo. C: 


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