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Burnt Umber #29, Daffodil #7
Name: kay_brooke
Story: Unusual Florida
Colors: Burnt Umber #29 (Ninety East Ridge), Daffodil #7 (colors everywhere)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas
Word Count: 779
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Cassie is terrified of moving.
Note: Third in a series of three, each focusing on one Breaker kid. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Cassie couldn't begin to understand why her brother and sister were so excited. Ever since her father had announced they were all moving back to Florida, she had felt nothing but sad and terrified.
She couldn't understand why everyone was so happy. Her aunt and uncle, happy tears in their eyes, telling her father they were proud of him. Her father, who had been smiling more often in the past year than in the rest of the years she could remember combined. She liked the smiling, but she didn't like what had come along with it.
And her siblings. James, usually reserved, jumping up and down and cheering. Her sister Amy, who already lived most of the year in Florida at her college, throwing her arms around their father.
Cassie was baffled. Why were they all so excited about leaving? Things had gotten good in the past year. Her father was happier than she had ever seen him. Her aunt was teaching her how to knit. Amy wasn't around much, but when she came home for vacations she was much less grouchy than she had been in high school. Even James had seemed more content, though it was hard to tell what James was feeling.
Cassie didn't want to move. Everyone was happy. All of her friends were in Millinocket. She had only fleeting impressions of what her old home was like, because she'd just been four when they moved, but Florida sounded kind of terrible, with heat and bugs and lizards and no snow. Cassie loved the snow, waited with bated breath for that first, magical snowfall of the year, that first Saturday of the season when pristine white covered everything and she and her friends took their sleds up to the hill, or, if it was cold enough, spent the whole day trying ice-skating tricks on Morris Pond. She loved wrapping herself up in scarves--she had two dozen of them, all in different colors and patterns--and putting on her snow boots. She loved coming home to her aunt's hot chocolate, trailing three or four of her friends, burrowing under a large blanket with them and watching movies while sipping from their mugs.
She liked the summers, too, exploring forest paths with her best friend Stacy, counting down the days to July, when it was warm enough to swim in Morris Pond. She didn't think Florida had ponds, and if it did there would probably be alligators in them. She loved shopping for school clothes, her aunt taking her out to all the stores and letting her choose whatever she wanted, within reason. She loved dressing up and trying different styles. She loved the way the leaves on the trees started to turn every fall, the way they burst into yellows and golds and oranges all at once. She loved walking to school in the fall, shuffling through leaf piles, making delicious crunching noises. She loved the crisp blue autumn sky, and the chill in the air that hinted at the first snowfall. All Florida had was palm trees, didn't it? Palm trees with no golden leaves, no leaf piles. And it rained all the time, she had heard. And there was sand everywhere. Cassie had been to the beach a couple times in the summer, but she hated the way sand got into every crevice.
Her family was making her leave everything good she had ever known behind, and they were happy about it. They were making her move to a terrible place, to a dirty, sandy swamp a thousand miles from her aunt and uncle and all her friends, and they couldn't stop talking about it like it was the best idea ever.
She couldn't help but feel betrayed.
kay_brookeStory: Unusual Florida
Colors: Burnt Umber #29 (Ninety East Ridge), Daffodil #7 (colors everywhere)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas
Word Count: 779
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Cassie is terrified of moving.
Note: Third in a series of three, each focusing on one Breaker kid. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Cassie couldn't begin to understand why her brother and sister were so excited. Ever since her father had announced they were all moving back to Florida, she had felt nothing but sad and terrified.
She couldn't understand why everyone was so happy. Her aunt and uncle, happy tears in their eyes, telling her father they were proud of him. Her father, who had been smiling more often in the past year than in the rest of the years she could remember combined. She liked the smiling, but she didn't like what had come along with it.
And her siblings. James, usually reserved, jumping up and down and cheering. Her sister Amy, who already lived most of the year in Florida at her college, throwing her arms around their father.
Cassie was baffled. Why were they all so excited about leaving? Things had gotten good in the past year. Her father was happier than she had ever seen him. Her aunt was teaching her how to knit. Amy wasn't around much, but when she came home for vacations she was much less grouchy than she had been in high school. Even James had seemed more content, though it was hard to tell what James was feeling.
Cassie didn't want to move. Everyone was happy. All of her friends were in Millinocket. She had only fleeting impressions of what her old home was like, because she'd just been four when they moved, but Florida sounded kind of terrible, with heat and bugs and lizards and no snow. Cassie loved the snow, waited with bated breath for that first, magical snowfall of the year, that first Saturday of the season when pristine white covered everything and she and her friends took their sleds up to the hill, or, if it was cold enough, spent the whole day trying ice-skating tricks on Morris Pond. She loved wrapping herself up in scarves--she had two dozen of them, all in different colors and patterns--and putting on her snow boots. She loved coming home to her aunt's hot chocolate, trailing three or four of her friends, burrowing under a large blanket with them and watching movies while sipping from their mugs.
She liked the summers, too, exploring forest paths with her best friend Stacy, counting down the days to July, when it was warm enough to swim in Morris Pond. She didn't think Florida had ponds, and if it did there would probably be alligators in them. She loved shopping for school clothes, her aunt taking her out to all the stores and letting her choose whatever she wanted, within reason. She loved dressing up and trying different styles. She loved the way the leaves on the trees started to turn every fall, the way they burst into yellows and golds and oranges all at once. She loved walking to school in the fall, shuffling through leaf piles, making delicious crunching noises. She loved the crisp blue autumn sky, and the chill in the air that hinted at the first snowfall. All Florida had was palm trees, didn't it? Palm trees with no golden leaves, no leaf piles. And it rained all the time, she had heard. And there was sand everywhere. Cassie had been to the beach a couple times in the summer, but she hated the way sand got into every crevice.
Her family was making her leave everything good she had ever known behind, and they were happy about it. They were making her move to a terrible place, to a dirty, sandy swamp a thousand miles from her aunt and uncle and all her friends, and they couldn't stop talking about it like it was the best idea ever.
She couldn't help but feel betrayed.
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