Thursday, September 3, 2009

memoir

"Hi mom, How are you?"
"Mallory I was just waiting for your call. How is camp?"
"Mom we just got here silly we are going out to dinner now."
"Awesome where to?"
"Gosh Darn it Mallory you are waisting my minuetes give me my phone back you little brat!", coach Kristy yelled from her hotel bed.
I began to sniffle and my voice started to waver as I said, "Um I don't know mom I have to go Kristy is, I just have to go bye mom love you."
"I lov....," were all I heard from my mom as the phone was wretched from my tiny ten year old grasp. Kristy caressed her phone as if was her newborn baby. She looked over at me as if I was one of her young she wanted to eat instead of attack. Kristy began yelling about her precise minutes and all I could do was stare at the way her brown eyes glared down at me. Also, how her reddish purple dyed hair was all knotted from laying on the maroon flowered hotel beds. Reality hit me when she raised that screechy high pitched voice of hers and said I should pay her back money for her two minutes I wasted. Her antics were all so comical I couldn't help but roll my eyes in frustration.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me, bathroom now!"
I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. My knees gave out and I landed on the dirty tiled bathroom floor. My hands instinctively went to my face as tears began streaming down my cheeks. All I could think of was I can't stand Kristy I just can't stand her. My tears became even worse as I whispered to myself," I just wanted to talk to my mom." My tears became weeping as I clutched my ten year old scabbed legs thinking why did I come here?

My location was Pennsylvania an eight and a half hour drive away from my home. My companions ten teammates and my two of my gymnastics coaches. For months I had been excited about Gym Dandy's Gymnastics Camp. I couldn't wait to be away from my mom and dad and feel independent and my own women well more so girl. Yet as my heart felt like it was getting trompled on by a gorilla. All that came to my mind was, "She didn't even get to finish I love you too."

1 comment:

  1. Your writing style is very personable and you use dialogue really well. Each character has their own voice in my head. I really like it.

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