Creative Writing: Grocery School
“Waaalter! I’m going to the grocery store. I want the laundry folded and dishes washed by the time I get home.” calls Mrs. Mitty “Okay dear,” Walter replied. Walter dragged himself from the couch into the kitchen and began washing the dishes. He hummed to himself a song that gets him going when doing work around the house. Poketa-clap-clap Poketa-clap-clap-clap. As he was washing the dishes his daughter, Little Isabelle, ran into the room energized and excited; she kept tugging on his shirt begging for him to dance with her. “Daddy, daddy, daddy. Please dance with me,” she would beg. “Izzie I have work to do around the house,” Mitty replied. “Then take a break. You work too hard. Take a break for me pleeeease,” Mitty looked down to his
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It’s almost our turn to dance.” An older version of Isabelle was pacing backstage scared that she would mess up. “Sweetie we’ve been practicing for a long time. Don’t be nervous. I will be here with you the whole time. “What if we mess up the Poplocketair and lose.” “As long as we do our best I’ll be happy”. Walter said with a big smile. A loud roar of applause came from the audience. Mitty and Izzie joined hands and walked onto the stage. They took a deep breathe and the music started. Poketa-clap-clap. Poketa-clap-clap-clap. Poketa-pause-poketa-pause. Clap-clap-clap. They started to jive across the floor; spinning and Mitty lifting his daughter in the air. The the music changed and they started doing hip-hop. The crowd was happy and having fun watching them dance. At one point the audience started to clap along to the beat. Then it was time for the Poplocketair, which includes them doing 10 synchronized robotic steps and Mitty launching Izzie into the air to do a backflip and land in a sassy pose. Sweat started to roll down Mitty’s face as he looked over to Izzie five beats before the synchronized dance sequence. Izzie smiled at her dad and he smiled back, the Poplocketair began. The lights started to flash to the beat and the steps. After that, Izzie backed up, Mitty envisioned the step going perfectly; when he opened his eyes Izzie was about to put his foot into his hands to
It’s almost our turn to dance.” An older version of Isabelle was pacing backstage scared that she would mess up. “Sweetie we’ve been practicing for a long time. Don’t be nervous. I will be here with you the whole time. “What if we mess up the Poplocketair and lose.” “As long as we do our best I’ll be happy”. Walter said with a big smile. A loud roar of applause came from the audience. Mitty and Izzie joined hands and walked onto the stage. They took a deep breathe and the music started. Poketa-clap-clap. Poketa-clap-clap-clap. Poketa-pause-poketa-pause. Clap-clap-clap. They started to jive across the floor; spinning and Mitty lifting his daughter in the air. The the music changed and they started doing hip-hop. The crowd was happy and having fun watching them dance. At one point the audience started to clap along to the beat. Then it was time for the Poplocketair, which includes them doing 10 synchronized robotic steps and Mitty launching Izzie into the air to do a backflip and land in a sassy pose. Sweat started to roll down Mitty’s face as he looked over to Izzie five beats before the synchronized dance sequence. Izzie smiled at her dad and he smiled back, the Poplocketair began. The lights started to flash to the beat and the steps. After that, Izzie backed up, Mitty envisioned the step going perfectly; when he opened his eyes Izzie was about to put his foot into his hands to