Short Story: Heroism in the Midst of Stupidity
Guess who finished school two days early! 😃 Yep, this girl.
One of my final assignments was a short story on heroism and I'm really proud of how it turned out so I'm sharing it with you guys. ^-^ Hope you enjoy!
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Timothy was standing in front of his locker, taking one final look at the small space that had housed his school supplies for almost two years now. Only one more year before he graduated elementary school.
Lilly elbowed him gently.
“Yeah. Sign-ups close in a week.”
Lilly and Kai had been bugging him since February about attending the camp they participated in every year: Camp Eagle.
“Not yet.” Timothy slammed his locker door shut, heaving his backpack higher on his shoulder.
“Come on, pleaseee?” Kai put on a mock puppy-eyes face to emphasize his question. He smiled laughingly at them both and playfully socked Kai.
“Okay, fine. I’ll ask them today.”
“Yes! Thank you! You won’t regret it!” Kai and Lilly jogged off, leaving him to puzzle over how to approach his parents with this question.
Timothy’s walk home was short, as he only lived a few blocks down from the elementary school he attended. It was Friday, Mom’s bread-making day. She’d be in the kitchen, up to her elbows in gooey bread dough. The perfect time to ask her about camp. Now to figure out how to ask her. He hummed in thought. You know what, he wouldn’t worry about it until he was home. He nodded resolutely, confident in his decision-making.
The warm, buttery smell of bread greeted him when he opened the door. The smell of home.
“I’m home!” he called, tugging off his sneakers and tossing his bag in the corner.
“I’m in the kitchen,” came his mother’s voice in response.
Timothy turned the corner into the kitchen. Whether it was the sunlight sifting through the thin curtains or the question weighing in his mind, his mother looked younger bent over the bowl of dough, carefully sifting in flour. He pushed the thought into the back of his mind and cleared his throat. There were more important matters at hand.
“Um, Mom?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice soft in concentration.
He leaned against the counter, watching as the powderiness of the flour floated down into the bowl, pondering how he wanted to address this question.
“Mom, uh, Kai and Lilly really want me to come to camp this summer and they said sign-ups close next week.”
“Oh really?”
He nodded, hoping he didn’t sound desperate.
“We’ll have to look into it,” she answered with a tone of finality.
That was a no. His heart dropped. Timothy knew it would end badly if he continued to push this, but with all his heart he wanted to go. He had to go. With a deep breath to calm his nerves, he spoke the words that would for sure spell a more definite no.
“Mom. Please. It would mean a lot to me if I could go.” His voice came out soft and shaky, but he knew he had said what he needed to say.
He left the room knowing it may have been a stupid idea, but he stood up for his opinion, and even if the answer was still no, he had done what was right.
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I'll be back to posting regularly in June!
Until next time,
Farren ♡
