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Post by dewdrop on Mar 14, 2010 4:03:37 GMT -5
Dewdrop stood on the tips of her toes, her eyes barely visible from the other side of the desk. Her lower left arm and her left hand were pressing against the surface, while the seven-year-old tried to write her name in the record book with her right hand. Her tongue poked out between her lips in concentration as a manifestation of her determination to get the letters right. She wore no shoes and her nightgown–which was kept on shoulders only by the current position of her arms–the floor was cold.
She would've asked one of the older newsies to do it for her, but she was too scared to ask anyone and ducked away every time she dared to try. So there she was, trying to write properly on her own so that people knew she had signed in. In the child's mind, however, her thoughts were set on getting the 'p' right in 'Dewdrop'–the last push of six minutes worth of concentration. Her feet hurt, her ankles were shaking, but she still stayed focused as she finished the curve of a very lopsided 'p'.
Dewdrop beamed in delight at her accomplishment and dropped back onto the flats of her feet thankfully. She pulled her arms down and the nightgown slipped off her shoulders two seconds after. She clapped her hands together two times and quietly exclaimed, "I did it! I did it all meself wif no help!"
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Post by dewdrop on Mar 14, 2010 11:39:04 GMT -5
[[yup, that'd be correct]]
Danielle stopped mid-celebration when Dice walked over to her, causing her to give him a wide and triumphant grin. When he asked her what she'd done, her eyes lit up and she jumped up and down, pointing to the record book on the front desk, trying to find the words to convey her excitement.
"I g-got up on me toes and I wrote my name down like all the biggah kids do!" she exclaimed, her childish lisp coming though a little bit. "But it made my feet hurt, though," she added matter-of-factly, looking down at her feet in half-curiosity. Now that she thought about it she could've just gone to Dice and asked him to ask one of the older girls to do it for her, but she still considered it an accomplishment. Sure her handwriting wasn't the best, but you could still read it somewhat.
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Post by dewdrop on Mar 14, 2010 18:42:39 GMT -5
Dew gave Dice a wide and grateful smile after he said he was proud of her accomplishment. They hadn't ever really gone to school, they didn't have the money to, and even though they were at the age where children should be able to write legibly it was quite a big thing to her. A lot of things that weren't important to most people were important were important to Danielle.
She pulled her nightgown back into place on her thin shoulders and looked around the living room, then back to David. Dewdrop tilted her head, blinked once or twice, then folded her arms over her chest, "Are ya tired, Dice?" she asked softly, a gentle smirk passing over her lips. She was tired as well, but she looked ready for bed; he looked like he had just woken up in the morning to sell papers. "Or are ya just thinkin'?"
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Post by dewdrop on Mar 15, 2010 18:12:53 GMT -5
"I'm tired. I...I had a bad dream,"
Dewdrop's forehead creased and a frown adorned her lips. She didn't like bad dreams herself, and when Dice had them, she felt worried and scared, not knowing what his entailed. Hers were usually about the darkness eating her up or her mother throwing her into a cave filled with bats and creepy things that made her shriek with fear. She gave her brother a concerned look, which was a little heartbreaking to see on such a young face, and sucked on her lower lip nervously.
"I'm okay though, Dew. I wish I could write as neat as you do,"
The little girl gave him a small smile and folded her hands in front of her neatly, "I don' write all dat great, Dice. You'se just sayin' it!" she chided in her own quirky little way.
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