Important Note
This chapter and possibly the next one will be told from Heathers Point of View. It'll still be in third person limited, but focus more on Heather, and show her thoughts. Okay, onto the story.
Chapter Nine It was around six in the morning when Heather woke up. She quietly slipped out of bed, and walked over to the dresser. She quickly got dressed, and made sure everyone was still asleep before she got on all fours and squeezed into the small space between her parents bed and the stone walls of the only home she's ever known. Then, she pulled her music box from under the bed, wound it up, and opened it. She sighed happily as the familiar melody reached her ears, and next took out Wuggy, her teddy bear. She began waving him above her head, pretending he was an astronaut bear flying amongst the stars.
Stars. Amanda had told her about them, small, bright sparkles that filled the night sky. She had also told her that the sky, at night, went from a pretty, light blue to a mystical deep indigo. Heather gazed up at the concrete ceiling hoping that somehow, it wouldn't be there, and that she could see al the way up to the sky, with the last of the bright stars twinkling among the pale pink dawn light. No such luck. It was the same as it always was, the rough, grey material covering the sky she had never seen. With a sigh, this one disappointed, Heather closed the music box, stowed it under the bed, and crawled out to start the muffins for breakfast.
Time skip... After breakfast, everyone headed off to do their own thing. Amanda and Raymond started a sparring match, Rose crawled off somewhere, and Heather went to go paint. Today, she decided to use a medium sized canvas, and paint a starry night sky. However, it was a lot harder than she thought. Black paint kept running into the yellow and white dots she put on it, the stars ended up to big and blobby, and she kept getting water on her canvas when she shook off her brush. When she was done, it looked nothing like the majestic night sky she had imagined so many times.
"Mom, can you come look at my painting?" Heather called to Amanda, who was having a cup of coffee. She walked over, and studied the painting.
"Umm... Is it abstract art?" Amanda asked, not wanting to hurt her daughters feelings.
"No! It's the night sky! Oh, I
knew this was an awful painting!" Heather groaned.
"It's alright, sweetie, this is your first try at painting this, you'll get better with practice." Amanda reassured her.
"I guess..." Heather sighed, and walked over to her bed. She flopped down on it, and pulled the photograph her mother had given her out of the large, baggy pocket of her green cargo shorts. She stared at it for a while, trying to imagine what a real one would look like. Finally, emitting another sigh, she curled up and went to sleep.
Time skip... Heather and Rose were playing at the blocks table, but Heathers mind was elsewhere.
I really wish I could paint a good starry sky... but I don't know what one even looks like. Maybe I could ask mom to take a picture of one for me. Deep in thought, Heather placed another block on her tower.
Then again, mom's got a lot more things to do then go around taking pictures for me, like practicing her own skills, or taking care of Rose. Maybe I could- CRASH! Heathers thoughts were interrupted by Rose swinging a chubby fist into her block tower, destroying it.
"Rose! What was
that for?!" Heather snapped angrily. Rose just giggled, and began gnawing on the block she had been holding. "Mom, can you please teach Rose to talk, so she can start taking responsibly for her actions?" Heather called to Amanda. She laughed.
"Tomorrow, all right, sweetie? It's almost dinnertime." Amanda was flipping hamburgers patties at the stove. When they were done, she put them in buns, and set them at the dining table. "Dinnertime!" she called. Raymond gave rose her dinner, a bottle filled with milk, and sat don with his family. As they ate, they talked about what they had done today, and hoped to do tomorrow.
"By the way, honey, have you given any though to what you want?" Raymond asked, setting down his burger. Heather gave him a blank look
"Want?"
"C'mon, Heather, you remember. Tomorrow's your birthday!"
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Chapter Notes:
* This is the chapter I wrote yesterday, but lost when Safari crashed. It's always hard rewriting something you've already written.
* Since Heather ages up to teen in the next chapter, I'll be able to post pictures of her tomorrow!
* And... I get the next two weeks off! So, if my mom doesn't mind me blasting "Drop the Base" at six thirty in the morning, updates will be a lot more frequent!
* However, I won't be able to update on Christmas... Well, maybe a short, half chapter, but not a full one.
* I guess Heather seems really depressed in this chapter... Sorry, I didn't mean to make her that gloomy.
* I'll be able to post a picture of Rose when she ages up to child, either in the next chapter or in the one after that.
* Tell me what you think of this chapter! Pwease? :3
