Story teller

Maybe it was the snow that made me happy, or maybe it was the snowman that I was building. The big ball was in place along with the medium and small balls. I looked at my watch: 5:37. Was it really that late? I had just left the house. That was at three o’clock. I should really be going home, but I just was so happy here. I’d put the buttons in place, and then go home. When I had finished, I looked at my watch: 5:46. I’d better run! I ran as fast as I could through the deep, thick snow.

“Belle?” Mom’s voice cut through the wind. “Belle, is that you?”

“I’m coming!” I shouted. No sooner had I said that that I didn’t want to go home. I knew exactly what Mom wanted. My school had been a pain- especially math. I hadn’t finished yesterday’s school. Mom hadn’t been very happy. I didn’t want to make Mom mad. I mean, I really wanted to be done too. I just didn’t understand. I felt so helpless, even though I was trying. Mom didn’t think I was trying and that made me mad. I had a bad temper, too. I blew up no matter what I was faced with. It was a bad habit of mine. I hoped to break it. I continued to run through the snow. When I entered the house, the smell of fresh bread wafted to my nose. “Mom, I’m here,” I called.

“Get your math book and bring it to the table,” she called.

“Okay,” I said. “Okay, more fun with Mom,” I thought. I made my way to the table with my book. “I don’t want to do this,” I said.

“Excuse me? I’m afraid you have no choice but to do it. But as for this bread, that’s your choice.” Mom placed a buttered slice of bread on a napkin in front of me. “Let’s see what we’ve got…”

I ate the bread quickly. But my math didn’t go so quickly, although it went faster than normal. I think the secret was having a good attitude.