Fiction!

So one of my more recent writing assignments was to write a fiction story. Here it is! Based off a really story, the main character, Gracie is kinda based of me when I was a little girl! It is kinda long but I had fun writing this and hope you enjoy reading it!

Enjoy

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A Story of Truth

Laughing, playing, acting, singing. These words describe Grace Lynn Acre. Grace or Gracie, as many called her, could be defined as a spunky energetic little girl of five. Having nothing to do or missing out on fun was just terrible. When people asked Gracie, “What do you want to do when you grow up?” Gracie would reply, “An actress.” Sandwiched between her thirteen year-old sister Alice and three year-old sister Amelia, Gracie almost always had someone to play with. In a family of three girls one has to be a princess and Gracie definitely held that position. The cozy Acre home, nicely situated in the back bay of Newport, provided Grace with many memorable adventures. Although she loved paddling around the bay in her family boat or climbing trees, Gracie’s favorite activity remained putting on her tiara and playing princess. Grace’s father, Mr. Scott Acre, the Manager of North American Product Management of Caloa Parts, held a position as a mechanical engineer. Though Gracie did not know what his title meant, she loved rattling it off to anyone who would listen. Gracie’s mother, Mrs. Lindsey Acre, specialized in clothing design. Besides creating new fashion ideas, Lindsey found time to also homeschool her kids and do all the other things mothers do.

 Gracie was usually a good girl, but sometimes her pleasant demeanor became tainted by naughtiness. It did not happen often, but her most recent trouble went like this…

“Girls, I need to go to Costco. Do you need anything?” asked Mrs. Acre as she put on some lipstick and grabbed her purse.

“Milk!” shouted Alice over the noisy brown vacuum she operated.

“Brown cookies!” exclaimed Amelia, her way of saying Oreos.

On her way to door, Lindsey stopped to check in on Gracie who, in bed, was getting over a slight cough. As she walked out of her invalid’s room she wrote down, peppermint tea and cough drops on her grocery list and shouted a farewell to the three girls. Gracie hated being sick. To this little five-year old, lying in bed doing nothing was torture.

 This is no fun. I want to play with Marilyn.

Marylyn Klinger had become Gracie’s best friend in every respect. Both girls were five years-old princesses loving activity, constantly seeking adventure, and amusing people. One might call them two peas in a pod. Grace and Marylyn looked similar too. Not only had they known each other forever, they lived next door to one another.

An idea suddenly popped into Grace’s busy mind,

 I will sneak out and play with Marilyn and come back before anyone notices.

The monotonous noise of the vacuum cleaner had stopped and Gracie could hear Amelia sing in her baby voice. Time to act.

Quietly, little Gracie slipped out of her bed and tip-toed to her dresser where she kept her treasures. On top lay her most prized possession, a “real” diamond tiara she had gotten for her fifth birthday. Carefully taking her diadem down, the little princes placed it on her head. Next she went to her mother’s room, opened a tall mirrored closet, and took out a light blue silk bath robe, which she and her mother cherished. Finding Mrs. Acre’s fuzzy white slippers under her parent’s king sized bed, she slid them on.

A few more things and I can get going, Gracie thought.

Going to the school room she opened a drawer of crayons. She left with red colored waxy nails. Grace decided that her eye lashes had grown too long, after examining herself in the bathroom mirror. No problem. Without another thought she took up some sharp hair cutting scissors and closing one eye, carefully cut her eyelashes. Something on the counter caught her eye. It was her mom’s makeup box. Grace eagerly examined the contents and took out a black pencil. This she used on her brown eyebrows.

Show time.

A new Grace peeped out from behind a white bathroom door.

She heard a hall door open and held her breath. Gracie’s brown eyes followed Alice carefully carrying Amelia to bed.

The coast was clear.

So the floor would not squeak, Gracie hugged the wall and expertly avoided all loose boards. Out of the house, through a lush back yard, past a wooden gate. The little escape artist had successfully escaped. Leaping over a two inch brick divider, Grace ran up to the blue front door of the Klinger house, out of breath. The thrill excitement hung in the air. A few knocks on the door brought Mrs. Klinger as well as loud barks from their two Papillion dogs, Ella and Billy.

“Grace, come in,” said Mrs. Klinger kindly, just as the house phone rang. One could not help but notice the peculiar outfit the little girl wore and that her eyebrows had gone a few shades darker.

An appearance from either girls at each other’s houses, at almost any time of day, was not unusual. Her friend Marylyn heard her from upstairs and did not waste any time but slid down a slippery stair banister and landed in a heap in front of Grace.

“Rise,” commanded Grace in a most imperial tone.

Both girls laughed and ran outside to the Back Bay to play Princesses. Ominous black clouds hung from a painted grey sky. It looked like rain. Unperturbed, both girls ran laughing with joy and excitement through rippling yellow grass, its long blades hitting their faces. Out of breath, they reached the top of a hilly slope to check out the calm view that lay before them. Sea gulls flew, crying obnoxiously overhead. Floating in the bay was a bulky black dredger. “An eye sore,” both girls dubbed it. Murky brown salt water calmingly lapped the shore. The Whirring from a plane’s propellers overhead told both girls that a plane had just taken off from John Wayne Air Port, located three miles from their current location. After taking in a little more salt air and watching the view a while longer, the princesses decided to climb a singular tree, and pretended it belonged to one of their grand castles in their massive and entirely imaginary kingdom.

 “Jump, your royal highness!” exclaimed Marylyn to Grace. “Barbarians have started to scale our walls! We must escape. Our brave and honorable knights can hold them back no longer.”

Holding hands they closed their eyes and jumped. The ripping sound of cloth hit their ears before their feet landed in slimy greenish mud. Squish! Overwhelmingly terrible, the smell of decaying mud hit their noses.

“Oh no,” cried both princess in distress.

Looking behind her Grace surveyed remnants of her lovely train now of which hung tauntingly from the tree. A downward glance amid towards her feet revealed slippers lavishly coated with smelly and gooey mud. Dismayed both girls looked at each other. Sea gulls stopped crying, grass stopped swaying, and water stopped lapping at the shore. Silence.

 “I think I should go home now,” said Princess Grace after “a few hours."

At that moment three cold water droplets hit her nose. She ran home and took off her slippers entering the house just as it started to pour. Tiptoeing to her room, Grace shut her door, breathing hard. To tell the truth or to not tell the truth? This single question whirled in her mind. It did not take long for Gracie to realize that this had been a bad idea.

If I tell mommy than I will be in deep yogurt because not only did I get out of bed, I ripped her bathrobe, dirtied her slippers, and snuck over to play with Marylyn without asking. But mommy always said to tell the truth. Oh dear, Oh dear, OH DEAR.

Grace quickly got changed in the bathroom and scrubbed red crayon off her finger nails. A glance at the mirror revealed she still possessed jet-black eyebrows. After a vigorous scouring of her eye brows, a sigh issued from her lips.

To tell the truth or to not tell the truth.

 She placed both soiled slippers and bathrobe in a pink laundry basket. At that moment, Gracie heard the front door open up.

“I’m home girls,” said Lindsey. “Help put the groceries away.” Her heart pounding, Grace made up her mind. Running out of her room to the kitchen, where it had become all bustle and hurry to put away items, she stood first on one foot and then the other.

“Gracie, how are you feeling?” exclaimed Mrs. Acre.

“Not very good Mommy,” said a nervous little Gracie.

“Do you still have a cough? I bought some peppermint tea for you,” her mom replied. “No Mommy, I did something really bad. I am so sorry,” cried Gracie.

“What happened?” asked a loving yet grieved mother.

Then she told her mother everything that she had done to the last detail, much like you read it. During Gracie’s narrative, Mrs. Acre hid a smile. After talking to a most preventative Gracie, she said, “I believe you learned your lesson today and feel sorry for what you did. I also think that it would not hurt you to work in order to make up for the slippers and robe. I need help with dinner and weeding. You know Grace, you are not much different than me when I was little. I did many things like that when I was younger too!”

With that she gave her princess a big hug. What went on between them was sweet, for daughter repented and her mother forgave. Robe and slippers never were heard of again but if you go into Gracie’s room you will find them still dirty, now lying on the dresser next to her tiara as a reminder. Gracie learned that day, telling the truth is of greatest importance and the result of doing so is was wonderful.