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	Yisel's Diary I like to write random stuff.
	Yisel's Diary I like to write random stuff.

	The Daydreamer
	The Daydreamer


It was Christmas Eve. We gathered around my great-grandmother. "Have you ever heard of Maria the Daydreamer children?" my great-grandmother asked us in a shaky voice. "No!" we chorused. My great-grandmother always told us stories on Christmas Eve. "You haven't! Well let me tell you the story!" she exclaimed, and she began. "This story begins when Maria was just in middle school. Maria is your average everyday teenage girl. She has sky blue eyes and curly brown hair that hangs past her shoulders. She's really tall and skinny for her age. Maria never talks or argues with anybody, that's because she loves to daydream. No matter where she is all she does is daydream," my great-grandmother paused and continued. "Maria was in her math class. Like always she was daydreaming. "Maria! Pay attention!" Ms. Carroll the math teacher scolded. All the children in her class laughed and giggled. Maria blushed. Maria sat up in her chair and listened to Ms. Carroll's math lecture. Even though Maria daydreamed a lot during class she always did a good job on her assignments. The class seemed to go on forever. When class was finally over Maria skipped to her locker as she did everyday. When she arrived at her locker she fought with the lock. For some strange reason it never wanted to open. After two minutes of struggling she finally got it to open. She took out her English textbook and closed her locker. She danced to her next class. Imagining that she was a swan princess and her book was her prince. When she got to class, she was five minutes late. "Maria! This is the fifth time this month. I should write a referral," Mr. Cullins sighed. "Have a sit young lady. Next time you won't get so lucky." Maria wound her way to her sit at the far end of the room. As she sat down she heard a snicker from the boy in front of her and a giggle from the girl beside her. She didn't mind them and listened to Mr. Cullins talk about the next homework assignment. Maria loved Mr. Cullins's class. She loved his class because she got to use her imagination when he assigned a narrative, and when she got a part in the school play that he directed. While Mr. Cullins taught the class what they were going to do for their homework assignment, Maria daydreamed that she was in jungle with a ferocious lion. She was wrestling it to the ground. "Maria! Please sit down and pay attention," Mr. Cullins yelled. "Maria, if you don't stop this nonsense you'll be seeing the dean." Maria stopped what she was doing and stared around her as she came back to reality. She was standing on top of her desk. She jumped down and laughter rose from the room. "Class settle down," Mr. Cullins glared with anger at Maria and continued talking about their homework assignment. After class was over Maria walked gloomily out the door of the classroom and daydreamed that she was in the burning hot sun of the Sahara Desert. She crawled on all the way to the exit of the school. Once outside in the cool air Maria came back to reality. It seemed days to Maria before she finally got home. Once home she dallied over to the kitchen, where she daydreamed she was on a talk show and she was the guest and was to teach the people watching how to cook. "Maria, what do you think you are doing with those eggs? I need those," her mother angrily shouted. Her mother startled her; she stared at her left hand with the egg. She put it back on the kitchen counter and crawled to her room," my great- grandmother paused once more and continued. "Once in her room Maria daydreamed that she was a teacher in a classroom full of high-school children. She was teaching the children calculus when she heard a knock on the door. She went to open it and found out that it was the boogieman with roses just for her. Maria was startled when she heard her mom calling her down to dinner. "Maria, dinner's ready!" her mother yelled in a singsong voice. Maria jumped downstairs and went to the dinning room. Her family was they're sitting in a semi-circle and waiting for her to sit down so they could eat. Once she sat down opposite her mom and next to her older brother Jeff, she imagined that she was in China sitting on the floor with elegant gowns of silk, drinking tea. "Well Children, I seem to have forgotten the rest of the story," my great-grandmother said in an apologizing voice. We groan in disappointment. "But I will tell you one thing. Did you know that Maria in the story is me?" "No way! So you were the one who always daydreamed. Way cool!" and we started to bother my great-grandmother with questions. Well, that's the end of the story. Until next time I guess. Yisel · Mon Jun 13, 2005 @ 03:14pm · 0 Comments


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