Maliya - Jacob Bennett

     

Mine

        Once again the same thing she did a year ago, picture day. At least the same routine anyways. Her mother seemed to like it which was okay with her, but she'd much rather play. Her mom had woken her up when it was still dark out. She made her way to the kitchen, stopping every now and then to look at her pictures from last year.
        As she padded along the hallway the plush carpet tickled the soles of her feet. When she neared the kitchen, her nose filled with the aroma of french toast. She licked her lips with anticipation of what awaited her. When she entered the kitchen she took care to skirt around the juice she spilled last night.  She hated the icky-sticky feeling of the dried up juice. She looked at their table, made of oak and with matching chairs.
        SNAP. . . They were taking her pictures now. She didn't care though she was thinking about her day. Her breakfast was delicious, the warm toasty outside. lightly pasted with maple syrup.She watched steam scatter everywhere as the tines of the fork pierced the crust of the french toast.

I only made it this far...

Final

      She had only one child. The girls name was lucy. she had already gone off to college and Ms. Gray was getting sad, so lucy reminded her, "mama, every morning you make your whole wheat nut bread and watch our favorite show." Ms. Gray from then on went to the bread store every sunday and on mondays before work it was the same thing. Get the bread out, put plate on counter, and plugin toaster. Today however she passed the fridge and seen Lucy's four yr. old picture. She laughed and smiled. "Ding" her bread was done and her new life begin, some time to treat and take care of herself.