Poor Mrs. Pauley. What’s she gonna do now? She’s so old and can’t even get around that good. Where’s she gonna go?
Mum says that her kids are good for nothin’ and never call unless they want somethin’. Kinda like when Mr. P died, Mum said they came sniffin’ around for what they could get, even though they got their own. She said they took what little Mrs. P had and that is why she was gettin’ kicked out of her place now. None of them had even called her since the funeral.
Mum told me that when I grow up, I’d better not try that crap on her ‘cause she’d whoop my ass and she’d never give me no money anyways.
Mrs. P looks like she’s gonna cry now but she hasn’t started yet. What’s the stupid landlord cryin’ for? It’s his fault that she’s gotta leave.
The police are handin’ her some papers and lookin’ real sad. A small truck pulls up, probably to take all her stuff away. There is no way that all of Mrs. P’s stuff is gonna fit in that truck. Mum said that Mr. and Mrs. P have been in that apartment almost as long as she had been born. And that’s a really long time.
Mrs. P is cryin’ so hard now that the cops are puttin’ her to sit on the stoop. My stomach is hurtin’ real bad.
Mrs. P sees me but doesn’t wave like she always does. I run inside to Mum.
Maybe Mrs. P can stay with us for a little while. I know that we don’t got a lot of space and I could lend her my bed, right? But I already know what Mum’s gonna say. She’s gonna say that we don’t got the space and that Mrs. P shoulda thought twice before trustin’ her good for nothin’ kids.
Note to the reader: Very short because completing taxes await! This was my attempt at a 12 year old male voice from somewhere in the past …It may not be well thought out but at least it was a try.
©2015 Marquessa Matthews
Day 18: Hone Your Point of View –The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, has come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.
Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.
Today’s twist: For those of you who want an extra challenge, think about more than simply writing in first-person point of view — build this twelve-year-old as a character. Reveal at least one personality quirk, for example, either through spoken dialogue or inner monologue.