Post by Abigail Manque R4 on Sept 1, 2008 6:15:03 GMT
Tapping her pencil quietly on her table in rhythm to her breathing Abigail concentrated on the blank piece of paper in front of her. For the first time in nine years she was writing a letter to her father. When it came to dancing she was amazing at it. She had no problems writing a routine or even learning one. It had become second nature to her but writing on the other hand was as easy to Abigail as it would be to count all the hairs on the top of your head.
What where you supposed to write to your dad that you haven’t talked to in almost nine years? She should start off about how much she missed him and wanted to see him or should she just ask how he was? Should she explain how the last nine years have been and a little bit of what she has done in the last nine years? These where the type of questions that Abigail had been struggling with for almost two hours now, she just didn’t know what to write to him.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about finally being able to write to her father. She wasn’t sure if she was mad at him for abandoning her at such a young age or be grateful for sending her to someone that would understand everything she was going threw. Her aunt had told her that her father had sent her away because he didn’t understand what he was dealing with. She also told her that he sent her away because he felt guilty. He couldn’t always buy her the best toys or clothes and thought she deserved better. He thought that if he sent her away to live with her rich aunt that she would be happier. Sure she had everything she asked for but Abigail wasn’t really a materialistic person. All she wanted was to see her father again. What she didn’t understand though was that if he only sent her away because he felt guilty and he couldn’t understand her completely then why wasn’t she allowed to speak to him before this moment and why had he not allowed her to see or visit him what-so-ever? This question had been floating in the back of her mind for the last eight years and she still didn’t have an answer for it.
Shaking these thoughts from her head she once again looked back at the still completely blank piece of paper letting a sigh of defeat escape her lips she finally turned around in the comfortable leather seat she was sitting in and looked at the clock that she had purposely moved off her desk to her bedside table so she wouldn’t check for the time. It was only a quarter to one and she didn’t have to be to the neighbor’s house till eight thirty tonight.
For the first time in a few weeks she actually had time to waste. Smiling at this thought Abigail quickly shoved the chair that she was sitting in back and skipped over to bed, grabbed her purse and was out the door of the house without a second thought. She really wasn’t to sure where she was going to go but she just wanted to walk around for a while and waste some time.
((sorry it was so short and lame I had a lack of inspiration))
What where you supposed to write to your dad that you haven’t talked to in almost nine years? She should start off about how much she missed him and wanted to see him or should she just ask how he was? Should she explain how the last nine years have been and a little bit of what she has done in the last nine years? These where the type of questions that Abigail had been struggling with for almost two hours now, she just didn’t know what to write to him.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about finally being able to write to her father. She wasn’t sure if she was mad at him for abandoning her at such a young age or be grateful for sending her to someone that would understand everything she was going threw. Her aunt had told her that her father had sent her away because he didn’t understand what he was dealing with. She also told her that he sent her away because he felt guilty. He couldn’t always buy her the best toys or clothes and thought she deserved better. He thought that if he sent her away to live with her rich aunt that she would be happier. Sure she had everything she asked for but Abigail wasn’t really a materialistic person. All she wanted was to see her father again. What she didn’t understand though was that if he only sent her away because he felt guilty and he couldn’t understand her completely then why wasn’t she allowed to speak to him before this moment and why had he not allowed her to see or visit him what-so-ever? This question had been floating in the back of her mind for the last eight years and she still didn’t have an answer for it.
Shaking these thoughts from her head she once again looked back at the still completely blank piece of paper letting a sigh of defeat escape her lips she finally turned around in the comfortable leather seat she was sitting in and looked at the clock that she had purposely moved off her desk to her bedside table so she wouldn’t check for the time. It was only a quarter to one and she didn’t have to be to the neighbor’s house till eight thirty tonight.
For the first time in a few weeks she actually had time to waste. Smiling at this thought Abigail quickly shoved the chair that she was sitting in back and skipped over to bed, grabbed her purse and was out the door of the house without a second thought. She really wasn’t to sure where she was going to go but she just wanted to walk around for a while and waste some time.
((sorry it was so short and lame I had a lack of inspiration))
