The Story of Adeline: Chapter One
By Nickie Deschaine
Grade 5
Fort Street Elementary School
Mrs. Johnston
“Mom, Mom, guess what!” I yelled to my mother, as my sister and I raced to the bright yellow door in the front of our white ranch house.
“What! What!” My mother shouted back, thinking for once that I might actually have something important to say.
“These cute boy’s in the 7th grade invited Janelle (my sister) and I Trick or Treating with them!”
“That’s great. Are they Dawson and Bentley, the boys you have been talking about for weeks?”
“It sure is!” I replied to her mother excitedly.
“But they are in 7th grade and I don’t want my 6th grade girls hanging around with those 7th graders, they are bad news,” said mom.
“Mom don’t be such a party pooper they are good boys and I promise you, Janelle and I will be on our best behavior.” I replied.
“I promise you I will keep an eye on Adeline will you please let us go?” my sister Janelle pleaded.
“Well, I guess,but if I hear anything about you guys,I am going to ground you until you are 20,and that goes for both of you! Do you understand?”
“So that means we can go?” Janelle and I asked my mother nervously. ”I guess.”she replied with a smile.”
“Yes,” We shouted so loudly that everybody in the nursing home next to us woke up from their afternoon nap.
That night while Janelle and I were finishing getting ready, we heard a knock at the front door. My mother and I raced to the door,I obviously won. She opened the door and standing in front of us were, Bentley and Dawson,the boy’s I had been crushing on since the 2nd grade.
“Pull yourself together Adeline,” Mom mumbled under her breath. “Come on in the girl’s are just finishing getting ready.”
“Okay,” Dawson replied.
“How about you guys stay in the kitchen far away from the girls while they are getting ready,” she said to the boys, as she started pushing them towards the kitchen.
“Mom, don’t be so ridiculous. They are fine to come into the living room with us,” I said to her in a suspicious way, that I could tell that she noticed. “We are almost done, follow me.”
A few minutes later we were all done getting ready.
“Bye mom,” I said to her mom along with a hug.
“You better not do anything bad or be stupid, and please don’t go to the West Ridge Side, be a good girl ok.”
“I will don’t worry, bye Mom, I love you.”
“I love you too sweetheart.”
If I had known this was the last time I would ever talk to my mom, I would have had a lot more to say.
Editor’s note: This story is part of the 2015-16 Young Author anthology.
