Paradise
Quick Note: This was written for the Intro to Critical Writing Course I’m taking. The assignment was to do historical research and write a story that included those details. I set a personal goal for myself to try to write a happy character since many of mine are dark and depressing. This was the end result and it’s probably the darkest, most depressing thing imaginable. I’m sure my teacher thinks I need serious help at this point :)
We had White Night last night. It was so much fun. It’s the only time Mom and Dad let me stay up past my bedtime. I got to see Stevie, but Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me talk to him. They said I had to be quiet and listen to Father. I don’t know why they call the man in the dark sunglasses Father. Teacher told me that father and dad mean the same thing and the guy with the dark sunglasses isn’t my Dad. Anyway, it was fun. I liked getting to see my friends even if I couldn’t talk to them.
“I like White Night, Mom.” I said as I grabbed my bowl for breakfast.
“Eat your rice, Timothy.” Mom said.
She looked tired. Dad did too. I don’t think they liked White Night as much as me, probably because they didn’t get to take naps with all their friends in the middle of the day like I did.
“God damn, rice!” Dad said. “Every day that’s all we get is this damn rice. I would give anything for a slice of cake. You…
