S: Nothing Ever Happens on a Tuesday Night
BC: Author: Claire Kelly | Claire Kelly, this being her first book, is only 11 years old. Inspired by every day surprises and the books around her, this book was really a big success!
FC: Nothing Ever Happens On a Tuesday Night
1: This Book is Dedicated to my Parents, Chris and Kumiko Kelly For teaching me to fly up to all my Dreams
2: It was like any other school night. I was doing my homework in my room at my desk. I was doing some really hard math problem as my pet snowy owl, Snowflake swirled around my head. Then my 14 year old sister, Laura called me down to (Yuck) dinner. “Coming!” I hollered back. Snowflake struggled to stay on my arm as I ran down the stairs to the smell of leftover spaghetti. You see, my parents were on an anniversary vacation, and they left my sister in charge. Ugh. My sister can’t even make ice; so you can imagine what her cooking is like. We’ve been eating leftover spaghetti for at least four days now.
3: As Laura was texting away on her Android phone, I was serving myself, and I noticed that Snowflake was doing her “I have to GO NOW!” dance. I figured that she could hold it a bit, but that’s when the trouble started. Apparently, Snowflake was hungry, since she swooped down onto my shoulder, and began scarfing down a meatball as I was attempting to sit down. She made a face, (as well as an Owl can, anyway,) and spit the offending meatball out into my ear.
4: After I got that cleaned up, Laura finally put her cell phone down. We said grace, and she began to eat. I just picked at my food. I could not stomach another bite of Laura’s home cooking. At this point, Snowflake couldn't hold it any longer. Flying in circles, she did a call that I always think is her way of warning us to “Look out!”, and she dumped right on Laura. “Uh, oh,” I whispered under my breath. I could hardly strain myself from laughing at the sight. My sister was sitting there, her eyes closed and her mouth in an offended ‘O’ shape. Then, she shot up like a rocket, and her face deepened to the color of an over-ripe tomato.
5: “GET OUT!” she screamed in the voice I had imagined could shatter glass. Luckily, it didn't. “AND TAKE THAT STUPID OWL WITH YOU!” She shoved me out the door. “Go around the neighborhood three times-” “ Three times?!” I was startled by my sister’s cruelty. “Yes! Three times!” And with that, she slammed the door in my face. Then, I heard a small click. I was locked out. “DAD SAID NO SLAMMING DOORS!” I hollered to be heard through the door. Oh, well...
6: I walked down the porch steps, across the lawn and onto the road. I took a deep breath. Thankfully, it was a clear, warm night. “Snowflake, let’s go.” I said. Snowflake gave me something to hug like a teddy bear. I was glad Laura kicked my Owl out with me. I fought back tears that burned like hot coals, but I didn’t care. I kept telling myself that I was just out on an evening stroll. | All the windows in the neighborhood were dark, as if the world had just left me to die. Cars were speeding by without a care in the world. I felt alone and scared, especially when the Moon was covered up by a cloud, enveloping me in a black blanket that crushed the air out of my lungs.
7: At least two hours went by when I finally got hopelessly lost. I’d been going in circles in one spot, and it was too dark to see the street signs. I didn’t care anymore. I let the salty river of tears gush down my face. Snowflake rubbed my face with her soft, snowy feathers. I curled into a little ball, and I realized another car came by. Then, the people I’ve been longing to see for eternity popped out of the car. My Parents! As I was greeted, Snowflake got crushed in a thousand hugs. Laura stepped out of the car, her hair wet from a shower and still smelling like bird dumps. “Sorry. I won’t lose my temper and kick you out ever again!” she said as she gave me one last squeeze. Somebody got a ‘Dad Lecture’. We were the sisters we used to be.
8: After a proper supper and a hot shower, I slipped into bed. Snowflake sat hooting a lullaby on my headboard. As I drifted to sleep, I had a strange dream, that I forgot my math homework on my desk, unfinished.
9: Only one thing left to say...