Common Cents

Non-fiction essay i wrote for one of my creative writing classes last semester

I am seven years old.  My mom says I’m quite the little smart a*s, and my dad says I’m too damn smart to have no common cents (whatever that means).  At least they both think I’m smart.  Besides who needs common cents?  If it’s so common, doesn’t everyone have it?  And what are you going to do with cents?  Video games cost way more than that.  “Mom, what’s the opposite of something that’s common?” I ask.  “Something that’s unique”, she replies without even looking up from the huge batch of clothes she was trying to fold.  I got it!  Instead of common cents, I need unique dollars.  A few of those should be enough to buy a Sega Saturn.  I ask my mom if we have any unique dollars, and she doesn’t respond.  She just gives me a puzzled look before her face breaks out into a huge smile.  She goes into her room and returns with a one dollar bill that has the word “unique” written neatly through the face of our first president.  I hurriedly snatched the dollar and ran out of the house, to prove to the world that I had no common cents.

Author's Note

just read the shit and respond. don't make it a big deal

Reviews

[A LaDy NaMeD D]

lol awww to be seven i miss those years. I like it, it reminds me of when i was seven and i didn't understand the true meaning of common sense lol. What'd you get for a grade?