As the mother dumps tea leaves into the pot she resumes to order around her son. Settled in a cottage in Scotland resides a boy by the name of Timothy. He is the kind of guy who punishes himself when he is even thinking of something wrong and never frowns or furrows his eyebrows. Even though occasionally he is on the verge of breaking his mother's neck he calms himself down and smiles at what he has and not at what temporarily makes him discontent. His mother goes to college and at the same time tries to make ends meet. She may sound like a fascinating mother but ever so often she makes 10 year old Timothy do her homework for her. Things like this made it hard for him to enjoy leisure like juggling and riding his unicycle.
One day, he stomped all the way to room as he was contemplating on how is mother could make him write a 20 page paper. He then lowered his eyes and thought to himself. How could I be angry at the woman who raised me? So he brought his fingers to the type writer and finished the 20 page paper in less than 2 hours. He then gobbled a pound of dirt and let all the wet and bitter matter seep down his throat. He had to punish himself for thinking such horrible thoughts about his mother earlier.
When Timothy was done his mother came through the door and pinched his cheeks "OOO darling thank you so much! You know I love you the most right? I made you your favorite food for dinner; lentils and spinach." She smiled and tossed the food to his table. As she walked away he thought to himself how much he wanted to throw the lentils and spinach to the floor and wished his mother would listen to him at least once. Again, he lowered his eyes and continued to eat the lentils and spinach, as tears welled up. I am so ungrateful, He thought. He later punished himself by eating a pile of dirt once again, and sleeping with the pigs that night.
The thoughts of harming his mother was racing through his head so much that he began to lose all sense. As the mother looked out the window of her shack she shrugged her shoulders and thought to herself What a weird...WEIRD boy. His acts made the mother's brain bounce all over the place as she wondered how she could a raise a boy to be so 'abnormal' as she would say. She came to the conclusion that it was just his way of relaxing when it was really something that was shattering the neurons inside his body into a million pieces.
Some old lady passed by the farm and notified the mother that her son is in the pig pen. The mother smiled and said, "I know."
"No, ma'am I did something wrong... I've pictured in my head expressions of anger towards my mother! I don't deserve shelter or living!" yelped Timothy to the old lady.
"Get out of there! It is so unsanitary," she groaned as he started to shove dirt in his mouth. "Oh no! What are you doing?!"
"Don't worry about it, he does it all the time," said the mother. Timothy later began to twitch and cocked his head back. His eyes started to turn red, as his face became purple. The mother could not help but tilt her head back and let out a loud and shrilling giggle.
"Oh you're so cute Timothy. Is this is some weird dance you came up with?"
The old lady looked at the mother in shock and proceeded to call an ambulance. "What kind of mother are you!? Don't you see that he is having a seizure?!"
"Excuse me. I am studying to become a nurse and I think I know what a seizure looks like when I see one." Timothy stopped moving and the mother giggled again. "He's playing dead, how cute..."
The little boy couldn't sustain himself until the ambulance came so he lay there like a rotten corpse as the old lady convinced the mother that he will no longer be with her. She began to recklessly pound the ground as tears flowed down her cheeks. She ran into her son's room and took her 20 page report and ripped it to shreds. How could I not have known that I was the one that made him abnormal?
A couple months later, after all the mourning Melissa moved to the city and let her issues in raising her son help her in parenting her newborn daughter Tika. She failed college and became a secretary for a huge business firm populated by people with different dialects and manner in presentation. One day her boss told her to write him a 20 page paper due the next day. Her heart began to pound as she thought of the incident so she excused herself into the bathroom and ate a pound of dirt from the flower pot. Then the keys clacked quickly as Melissa began to finally do her job.
Reflection:
Before I wanted to show a change in my protagonist Melissa and I feel like now it is more evident. Now I just need to condense my writing and at the same time evoke a power that will make the reader feel some sentimental connection towards my piece. I also need to fix my grammar. I used to writing only two periods for an ellipses when I should really be using 3. I make careless mistakes as well that may distract a reader as they are following along. The last thing I feel I need to work on is shortening my story because as of now I have 860. Overall, I hope to improve the execution of my story and in the end make a final published piece that I will be proud of a leave no room for error.
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