Saturday, September 6, 2008
Chapter 4: I've had a Pink Christmas
The Christmas following my birthday, Grandpa Baldie suddenly had this urge to chuck me atop the black faux leather seat and push me out into the sunshine.
I'm not exactly sure how that happened, but that day, his eyes were somehow dull, like a clay ball, unlike the usually glazed and full-of-glittering-stars eyes behind the equally shiny pair of pink rimmed glasses (blegh).
I was studying that day. You must be thinking ,'Oh wow, she can actually study,' and I'd imagine you're currently rolling your eyes.
True enough, behind my text book was my awesome computer, equipped with the latest Microsoft Windows Singapore Vr.13, polished and topped up with 'Me First!' for the start button.
Then from behind me, Grandpa Baldie picked me up by the collar (at the back) with inhumane strength and lugged me to the attic, the sole of my shoes shredding to bits with sparks shooting like my bedhead in the morning.
Then, lifting me up, again with inhumane strength, he dropped me on the leather seat and commanded, stinky breath from not talking for days wafting into my face like a mist, "Ride."
I blinked once.
I blinked twice.
I blinked thrice.
Huh?
"Ride." The old man repeated.
I stared at the bicyble between my legs. It barely reached the height of my knee, and the handles were as wide apart as my brother's brain (estimated at about one hundredth of a pea size).
I placed my hands on the handle, and before I could even sit, my head was in a whirl of blurry grey puff balls.
Ooh! When did they invent a new shade of candy floss?
Secrets unfolds;
8:38 PM
Chapter done by:
Ferrero13
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Chapter Tiga-- the pain comes marching in
I don't see what's wrong with that blasted bike.
My Grandpa Baldie bought the bike for me for my 10th birthday. Maybe it was his eyes, or maybe he forgot to take his medication for the day, but he got me a pink bike that was way too small. Even cousin Mylee couldn't get on it... much to her sadness. A pink bike to her, was like a monster truck for me. One hundred percent awesome.
Flashback...
After the party..."Psst, hey, Mylee, you want my bike?"
"EEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
End of flashback.
That 'EEEE' was a squeal of pure elation. What do you expect from a then 6 year old? Mylee was the kind of girl that gave you instant diabetes. If she smiled, you melted faster than chocolate in the baking sun. If she cried, you would give her the world.
So when, to her horror, even the bike couldn't fit her, she cried. Grandpa, having the weirdest amnesia thing, forgot that he bought that bike for ME. Fine by me. He said, "I WILL SEEK REVENGE FOR MY DEAR MYLEE! I SHALL IMPRISON THIS BLASTED CONTRAPTION IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE ATTIC.....FOREVER!!!!"
I'm not sure how everyone else felt at that strange declaration. All I felt was my mother's hand tighten on my shoulder. Now, everytime i come into contact with that bliddy bike, or just pass the attic doorway, I feel the ghostly wail of long-dead Grandpa Baldie...
THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE ATTIC.....FOREVER!!!!Anyway, two years after the bike was sentenced to life imprisonment in the attic, Baldie died. My family inherited the house, and poor Mylee's entire family was killed in a freak accident involving a plane, a monster truck, and a bottle of mayo. An eyewitness said he saw a little girl's pink bike hovering over Mylee's body, but after it was found that he had just come back from the bar, his evidence was discredited.
The day arrived when Mom sent me to the attic to get a lightbulb. Ignoring my protests and begging for my life, she gave up and decided to go get it herself.
"NO MOTHER DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEE......." I wailed pathetically. I must have looked a sight, a teenage tomboy bawling her eyes out.
(A/N feel free to comment on any chapter via the comment thingy.)
Secrets unfolds;
12:00 PM
Chapter done by:
Charon
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