This story was written by my 11-year old guest blogger. I am blown away because the writing style seriously resembles mine. I can especially hear my voice in the concluding paragraph. Apple always falls prettttty close to tree, huh?
I find the mildly self-deprecating tone of this writing appealing. Besides, the mother of the writer is portrayed as this calm authority figure, which is ALWAYS appealing. 😉
So, here it comes, The Missing Purse, by little N.
It was a bright, scorching hot summer day. I was almost convinced that the leaves on the trees were shriveling right before my eyes. “Neha, hurry up! Red Berry is going to close!”, my little sister’s voice echoed from downstairs.
“I’m coming,” I hollered, “I just need to get my gift card. It’s in my purse.” I sighed. I could almost taste the cold, creamy delight in my mouth. I looked around the room and realized that something was very wrong. Where was my purse?
I told my mom about my missing money bag and she said in a calm tone, “Let’s look for it, then. It should only take a few minutes. Neha, you need to be more careful with your belongings.”
After half an hour of searching, however, we had still not found anything except an old doll that my sister lost. I was getting frantic with worry. “Don’t worry Neha, we’ll find it.” my mom said. I agreed, but in the back of my mind, I could not help thinking what might happen if I never found it.
We did another exhaustive search of the house, but still, no purse. It was then that my sister had a great idea. “Why don’t you try looking in the place where you usually kept it?” “Ok,”, I said, “let’s go!” We then went back to my room, which is where I kept it before. There were numerous books lying around, since I am not the neatest person, and we did not think to look near them.
My mom said, “Let’s go to Red Berry before it gets dark. We can always look for your purse later.” “Ok”, I said disappointedly, and we went to Red Berry. My mind was on my missing purse the whole time, and I barely noticed the frozen yogurt. I knew that I had about $200 in there. If I never found my purse, four years of saving would have gone to waste.
We went back home, and my sister and I kept searching for my purse. “I think we should go back to the place where I last saw my purse.” I said determinedly. “But we looked there already,” my sister said with impatience, “so what’s the point?” “We didn’t look near the books,” I said, “it might be there.”
We went back to my room. My excitement was growing. We might find it! When we entered the room, I eyed the books with some suspicion. “Let’s split up,” I suggested, “you go on that side to look, and I’ll go on this side.” “Ok”, my sister replied. I turned over each book and looked around, slowly and carefully, hoping to spot the rhinestone-lined bag with the beige strap. I didn’t see a single sign of it. I came over to my sister’s side of the room, and helped her search. About five minutes later, my sister shrieked, “Look, I think I found it!!”
“Let me check,” I said, “It may not be my purse.”
It was my purse! I looked inside, and all the money was intact, every dollar, every cent. I felt extremely relieved.
After I found my purse, I noticed that my attitude towards items of value had changed. Instead of just throwing something on a shelf, I now take care to put everything in its place. I am much more neat and orderly. One of the most important things I learned from this experience is that if you are not careful, you may come to regret it later.