TFoac Narrative 3/13/18

Uncle Joey was skimming through his favorite paper on the couch while eating pretzels with nutella. He started reading a lengthy article about how schools should make their dress codes more strict, but he decided to skip it because it would take too long to read. He noticed an article that was titled: Kids should never play alone. He thought it was a little bit strange, but interesting as well. When he finished reading the strange article he learned a few things. If kids are playing by themselves, it is not a good sign, and they need to go see a therapist. Uncle Joey thought about how Teddy spends quite some time upstairs in the attic. He put down his paper and looked up at the ceiling like he was trying to think of something extremely important.

“Honey?” Uncle Joey shouted to his wife Aunt Sherry, in a slightly high voice.

“Yes?”Aunt Sherry replied in a calm tone.

“Do you think Teddy has been a little… oh I don’t know… quiet?” Uncle Joey asked, pausing a few seconds between every phrase.

“Well maybe now that you said something, I guess,” Aunt Sherry hesitated while talking, and she needed to think a little bit.

“Yeah, you’re right. He has been very busy lately,” she thought out loud.

Uncle Joey sat up on the couch for a few minutes, he looked at the top floor and the stairs that led up to the attic. Uncle Joey didn’t exactly care if Teddy really did need the therapy because wouldn’t try to do anything about it, Teddy would just need to get over it by himself.

As Uncle Joey stood up off the couch, he sighed as if he just ran ten miles. He walked over to the dinner table and sat down with a thud. He sat there in silence while looking out of the big window to the right of him. It was pouring. Uncle Joey watched the rain drops flow down the window until they came to an end were they all combined into what seemed like a little river. He was thinking about what could his nephew possibly be doing.

“Maybe he is playing with race cars or building a complex building out of legos,” Uncle Joey exclaimed out of nowhere.

Aunt Sherry jumped a bit, but she still answered, “Yeah… maybe. I don’t understand why you are so worried about what Teddy is doing?”

“BECAUSE!” Uncle Joey’s booming voice filled the whole kitchen, “I want my nephew to grow into a strong man.” He explained in a calm voice.

“I am sure he will Joey, anyways, let him do what he likes to do,” Aunt Sherry replied, not taking sides.

There was a long pause and Uncle Joey kept looking through the kitchen window at the tree that was rocking side to side and the front lawn that was just freshly cut. From the corner of his eye he could see Aunt Sherry walk over to the stairs. She put one foot up on first step up and called for Teddy to come down.

“Supper is ready!” Aunt Sherry hollered.

Uncle Joey looked over at the attic door and waited a few seconds for Teddy to come out. Then he looked back out the window looking quite disappointed. Teddy slightly opened the door only to the point where Aunt Sherry could see his nose sticking out.

“Hold on,” Teddy shut the door and then opened it again but this time a little bit more so she could see his whole face. “I’ll be right there.”

“Hurry up! You spend too much time up there, what in the world have you been doing,” Aunt Sherry stepped back down and went back into the kitchen while shaking her head left to right. Aunt Sherry sat down at the table next to Uncle Joey and put one plate in front of Uncle Joey, one plate in front of herself and one plate in front of her seat where Teddy sat. The two of them waited in silence for Teddy to come downstairs. Finally, he entered the room and sat down at the table without a word. He took his fork and started stabbing the pork chops as Uncle Joey and Aunt Sherry stared at him with surprised but confused looks on their face.

“Eat the pork chops, don’t play with them, and take your elbows off the table. That is not polite,” Aunt Sherry instructed.

Teddy quickly obeyed what she told him to do and Uncle Joey and Aunt Sherry started to eat as soon as he did. Uncle Joey looked Teddy up and down and looked a little puzzled. Uncle Joey decided not to say anything and kept eating until he finished supper.

After Teddy put his plate away, he ran upstairs like someone was calling his name. Uncle Joey was still very curious about what he was so busy doing. He went upstairs and stood in the hallway outside the attic door.

“Teddy, you better get that homework done,” Uncle Joey boomed.

Aunt Sherry decided to go upstairs and pass Uncle Joey to check on Teddy and what he was doing. Uncle Joey waited in the hallway as she opened the door. Aunt Sherry chuckled a little bit once she saw Teddy in the middle of the room. Uncle Joey looked over her shoulder, a extremely confused. When he noticed what Teddy was doing in the attic, he too started laughing at Teddy.

Teddy was playing with paper dolls and a cardboard box. As he sat still on the ground looking up at Aunt Sherry, as Uncle Joey walked up behind her continuing to laugh at the paper dolls with different colored scribbles.

“This is not something a boy should be playing with, paper dolls?” Uncle Joey said under his breath.

He calmly walked to the other side of the hallway where his room was and picked up a belt that he hasn't worn in years, and walked back over into the attic.

reflection

For this assignment I needed to read a story called “Fall of the city” The story’s point of view was from a character, Teddy. I needed to rewrite the story but from a different character's point of view. In this piece I felt like I did a good job giving detail throughout the story. Something I could improve on is fluff. SOmetimes I might go a little too far when writing my piece and get a little carried away on the unnecessary detail. In this writing piece I liked that I got a little bit more freedom when it came to making up the “other side” of the story. My goal for my next writing piece is to make sure that all my punctuation is correct.