Okay, don’t judge the name. I liked the name, so… Okay, Hello!! And welcome back to my blog. A few weeks ago we read The Last Cuentista and created our own Ideal Worlds. I had too many ideas but I needed a story to fit in the book. So instead of compressing my story into a few paragraphs, I just wrote the first year of my character’s life. I’m going to post my story below. If you want more, please tell me in the comments below so I can consider it!
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“The unseen cannot be seen until shown”
I gasp for air as I start crying and take a first look at the world. I see a woman in blue, blinding white walls with soft pale yellow curtains and my mom. She’s in tears with a smile on her face. I can’t take a good look at her before I’m snatched away to a room to get tested. About 15 minutes later I’m brought out of the room as the woman in blue announces that I’m a perfectly healthy baby. I’m given back to my mom, but this time, I see a tall man who is also in blue. Next to him is my dad, who is almost in tears and has a huge smile on his face. The man in blue is the last thing I see before I fall asleep in the arms of my mom.
Fast-forward to a few days later, when I finally get to go home. On the drive home, I’m fascinated by the cars zooming by, the beautiful blooming flowers, the birds chirping away, and a faint wet grass smell as my dad rolls down the window halfway. As I feel sleepiness coming across my eyelids, I decide to take one last look before I give in to sleep. And oh my, I see an unbelievable sunset unfolding across my eyes. My mouth and eyes open wide as I see the beautiful mix of red, pink, yellow, and orange. Sitting next to me, my mom looks to check on me and bursts out laughing. She pulls out her phone to record me, but I don’t care as I stare in awe and bewilderment. “That’s sunsets for you,” She says, “ Zalara has the best sunsets in the country, maybe even the whole world!” This becomes my most treasured memory for the rest of my life.
We are now approaching a street called Cloud Street. The sunset has faded away to a dark sky illuminated with tiny little lights called stars. I tried to grab one, but my arm was too short. I look more toward the ground and see rows of houses. All of the houses I see are similar but unique simultaneously. I see that one special thing about a house is that there’s an apple tree, another a balcony, and another, a water fountain. The car pulls up into a driveway and my dad parks the car. As my mom carries me in, I see a huge luxury marble and stone house. My dad punches in a code on the door, smiles at me, goes to the couch, and collapses on it. Soon enough, his snores fill the living room as I take another look around.
I see a marble fireplace with an 85-inch TV above it. There are four sets of couches. One Camelback Sofa, one Divan, one Knole Sofa, and a one-seat recliner, all of which are pale wine red velvet. There are pillows evenly spread on every couch. There are also oversized throws on each of the sofas. There’s also a medium-sized glass coffee table with a few magazines and an empty coffee mug. There is a wine-red rug embroidered with gold that looks super fluffy. One pillow on one of the sofas has a little bunny on it and says: H-a-p-p-y E-a-s-t-e-r. Hie-pie Ate-ster! Wait, what does that mean? I wonder when my mom brings me upstairs after drinking water.
My mom brings me to a soft pink room. It has a cabinet, a drawer, a crib, a one-seat cabriole, and a two-seat mini cabriole. All of them are a soft gray except for the chairs. The chairs are a baby-soft purple. My mom lays me in my crib. She looks at me adoringly as she sings me a lullaby:
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child.
Holy infant, so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing alleluia;
Christ the Savior, is born!
Christ the Savior, is born!
Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.
I open my eyes in wonder as it’s the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard. Well, maybe because it’s the only person I’ve heard sing. She finishes and looks at me. She smirks as I have the same funny look from before. She smiles and says, “Rosaline, that’s what I’ll name you.” She says, “Welcome to Saint Clementine.” Huh? Rozalime? Clememine? Soon, I am lulled to sleep with the comfort of heat and the repetition of the soft, beautiful voice singing in my head. This becomes my second most treasured memory.
It is April 20, 2035, four days until my 1st birthday. My mom is stressed out about planning my birthday party. I just laughed when she slipped and fell on a piece of paper I was drawing on. My dad secretly chuckled with me. My mom realized the problem and, picked me up and dropped me off at my nursery. I gave my poutiest face ever and crossed my arms. My mom just laughed and closed the door. I was livid. I was tossing and turning, screaming my head off and banging my hands against the door. Then I looked up. Then I stopped screaming. Then I smiled—an evil one, to be exact. You could obviously realize that I was looking at the doorknob. I reached, grabbed, and…. My arm was way too short. So I really just grabbed air. I crawled around, looking for something to help me. I used a baby fork, a teddy bear, and a lost, *ahem ahem* STOLEN TV remote. I was about to crawl to the door with a popped-off baby doll head when the door opened and popped in a unicorn stuffed animal, my favorite thing in the world. The door shut as I went to take my unicorn stuffy. It’s a soft, fluffy unicorn with white fur and sparkly rainbow hooves, horn, ears, and eyes. It has fluffy rainbow hair. “Her name is Harmonie,” my mom said, “Take good care of her, okay?” I nodded my head yes as I took the stuffie from her. The memory repeats as I go sound asleep. I hear a door open, stay a bit, then close. Anything that happened after that, I don’t know.
On my birthday…