Sleepover (Age Seven)

Sleepover (Age Seven)

A Chapter by Melissa

    “Elizabeth, you wanna make planets for our science project? Then we could… hang the planets inside a box?”
    “Oh, yeah!  And have them attached to toothpicks.”
    “Oh… why?”
    “Well, you know,” the blonde hair says.
    No, I don’t.
    “You know,” it says again.  “So the planets can spin ‘round?  We can have a sleepover tonight and work on the project!”
     Sleepover!  Yes!

    We sit in the basement.  I love this basement.  There are toys.  Lots.  But we don’t play.  Not today.
    We paint.  The box is our first victim.  We crawl inside with the black; we start at the back wall and work our way out.
    Wouldn’t want to be trapped in a world of black.

    Paint the ceiling of the box or the floor first?
    “Can you paint the top?  I don’t want the paint to drip on my hair… I’ll paint the planets.”

    It’s time to take a bath. 
    Paint covers our bodies.  Black stains the bathtub. 
    Black in the water.  Black on my hair. 
    Black, everywhere.

© 2009 Melissa

Author's Note

The science project turned out well.

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Good job.
I want take this piece and make it fictitiously depressing, due to something that came across my mind while I was reading it.

I'll message it to you when I'm done :]

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