The Present
Hello everyone, Today I will be telling you about my story called The present. This story is written in first person a recount and it is inspired from a video. The video is called the present (that was a link to the video shh don't tell.) The story is full of description and describing words. I worked hard on this story and I hope you enjoy as I enjoyed it too. Here it is
“Emo crybaby” the words went through my mind. I was so depressed. I was on my video game in my favourite blue hoodie trying to hide the scars from the bullies. It was after school and I wanted to get my mind out of it. The rug was soft, the chips were delicious and the room was dark just how I like it.
I heard the door open and I kept trying to keep my mum away from me. I just kept my eyes on the video game. My mum did her normal motherly things.
She starts to annoy and distract me. She puts a box in my face and opens the blind that whitens my eyes for a second. She talks about something and this is what I heard
“Blah blah blah why don't you open the present I got you.” and I say
“For me” confused, with a tilted head.
I opened the box in silence and something popped out, frightening me. the caramel cloud stared into my soul. The fluff was soft like a feather. I realised it was a beautiful caramel puppy and my face brighted up, until… I realised the dog had three legs and I threw him away in disgust.
The chocolate nosed dog lay on the cloudy carpet looking around until he saw a cheery red ball under the table. His tail wagged and I keep my eyes on the video game trying not to get distracted. He started to play with the ball and being the puppy he is he stumbles down and the box landed on the poor dog's head. I giggled then turned to the TV before the dog got out of the box. He gave me the ball and I kicked him away.
He tried again to get my attention. I gave up and threw the ball. It was so cute and my smile showed itself. The dog came back and I say “OK Caramel” and we went outside.
I get my crutches and limped my way to the yard with the blood red ball in my hoodie. Throwing the ball I giggled. I guess it's fine to be different.
