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I don’t really understand why I wrote it all of a sudden. It was just an idea that popped in my head, like inspirations inspire you. If you wish to, go ahead and comment. Thank you,
10th Birthday- There was a bird, light blue with gray stripes, that died on my birthday.
No one noticed me as I walked out of the front door, slipping my jacket on. I was already bored on my own birthday party and felt intrigued by the bird. It was as if the wind howled my name when I touched it. Mom always told me I’d get a disease if I touched an infected animal, but I felt the bird’s pain and suffer. There was nothing I could do but be there with the blue creature on the day of its death, so that he wouldn’t die alone in the cold weather.
I wasn’t really the type of person who was kind-hearted and helped the needy. But when the animal died later on that day and everyone inside the house went looking for me outside in the dark, I felt like crying. No one knew I was hidden deep in a bush, burying a bird they wouldn’t think twice about. Maybe it was bad luck or just an incident that was let happened, but I suddenly felt attached to the bird. It’s like you feel sensational, but there’s no words to explain it.
“I found her, I found her!” someone shouted and lights blurred my vision. My face was wet with perspiration and tears, and all my guests and family helped me into the house, asking what was wrong or if I had hurt myself. There wasn’t anything wrong. Yet nothing was right either. I wasn’t even sad for the bird, but I cried anyway. All my friends and guests had to leave early that evening because of what happened. Mom and dad where a bit dissapointed in my actions of worrying everyone like that.
11th birthday- It was September all over again, and nobody remembered what happened last year. There weren’t enough tears for that poor little bird, so I just decided to move on. This time, it was a sleepover with eleven of my friends invited. Surprisingly, I didn’t give a thought that all eleven will attend. But they did, excited and jumpy for some odd reason. First to arrive was Evelyn.
“Nice house,” she complimented, feeling all my furniture with care. Evelyn liked detail and texture. When I first met her, she shook my hand and her fingers make her way up to my wrists and elbows, feeling my skin. I reminded her about that and she said, “You had a very smooth and soft feeling.” So I had, though I always felt my arms and they are always rough as leather.
Then came along River. Mom opened the door and commented that River is the most polite and beautiful girl she had ever seen. River didn’t like to follow the “style” but wear whatever plaid clothing she could find. She handed me my gift and said, “I hope you like it. My brothers actually picked it out for you and I had to agree.” The door slammed, but River ran out and gave her Mom a kiss on the cheek Good-bye. “How sweet is that,” Mom smiled.
As we waited for everyone else to come, all three of us climbed the tree outside in my backyard. I picked the most twisted one, since the challenging ones are always fun. The leaves where beginning to fall, which distracted me sometimes. Evelyn collected leaves, always studying their characteristics, so she stayed down picking up as many fluttering, colorful leaves as she could, giving up entirely with the tree. River was laying on the lowest branch, reading a novel I lent her. Soon, by the time I reached the top, everyone was here conversing with each other or trying to reach the top of the tree also.
“Happy birthday to Mira!” Priscilla grinned as she touched the soles of my shoes from the branch below. Priscilla was the noisiest of all guests, and never enjoyed River and Evelyn that much since both were the quiet types. Her eyes sparkled as the sun gleamed at us, standing on the branches of a tree older than my great-grandfather. I thanked her and helped to her beside me, where we shouted at the other guests underneath us. “Tanya, why don’t you come join us?” Priscilla hollered, spinning around in circles.
“No thanks, I’m telling Evelyn the poem I told you,” Tanya replied. Tanya had brown hair up to her knees, the longest I’ve ever seen. We all called her Mulan, except she wasn’t Chinese and refused to chop her hair just to help in war. She was smarter than half the kids in our grade level, which made me proud that she was my friend and attended my birthday.

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 21:19:22 GMT

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