The brutal realization of an eight-year-old girl
I randomly got the motivation to write a memoir piece, which I haven’t done in a long time. I used to love writing (yes I had a wattpad account and wrote multiple stories, which are horrifyingly cringy), but fell out of love with it last year. I wanted to write something about my grandma, so I decided to start a little project! This is a very rough draft, but if anyone has any pointers, please tell me! Anyways, here’s the Intro!
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A gush of chilly wind softly creased my back, making the exposed skin rise up into tiny bumps. Yawning, I stretched my limbs and arched my back, muffled popping sounds erupting into the quiet morning air. The serien morning didn’t last for long though. As I replenished the air in my lungs, the sweet aroma of my granny’s oatmeal clouded my senses. My mind was switched to auto pilot as I threw my Princess Belle’s comforter off of me and hopped off the warm bed, the cold air nipping at my skin that wasn’t covered by my yellow pajamas. I shuffled down the seemingly endless stairs, skimming around the corner where finally the scent of cinnamon could be tasted on my tongue. Skidding to a stop, I took another inhale of the addicting aroma and my eyes fluttered shut. My lips quirked upwards as I inhaled another breath of the scent.
“Are you just going to smell it or are you going to eat it?” a familiar meek voice jokes. The voice tickled my ear, effectively knocking me out of my trance. Recognizing the voice, I opened my eyes and launched my body towards the person.
“Good morning Granny!” I giggled into her shoulder, wrapping my short arms around her small frame. She let out a soft groan as she tapped my back twice.
“Whoa there girly, calm down,” she unwrapped my arms and grabbed my hands, her thumbs tracing my knuckles, “I’m guessing someone is excited for the weekend, hm?”
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