I have another wall o' text for you to read. I wrote a short story, and here it is for you to read it. :)
“I can’t take it anymore, Mr. Whittaker!” Camilla said, punctuating her outburst by banging her spoon in her almost-empty ice cream dish. “It’s always, ‘Do this!’ or ‘Do that!’ or ‘You’re the youngest,’ and that kind of stuff. I’m tired of being the youngest one in the family,” she wailed.
Mr. Whittaker gave a small laugh. “I understand what you mean Camilla. It’s—”
But the youngest Parker wasn’t done yet. “If I could just live without my parents or siblings, life would be so much easier!”
“Ooh, Camilla, do you really mean that?”
“Yes, I do,” she said. “Seriously, Whit. Life without them would be fun. I could eat what I wanted to. Do what I wanted to. Wash my socks when I feel like. Clean my room whe—”
“Alright, I get the picture,” Whit said. “Well, if you want to, you could experience life like that.”
“R-really? How?”
“Follow me, Camilla.”
They went upstairs, Camilla wondering what on earth Mr. Whittaker meant.
“Ahh...here you go,” Whit nodded.
“What is that? Did you change the Imagination Station?”
“No, this is called the Room of Consequences. Not too many people use it, but I think you might want to try it out. You’ll see how life is without anybody in your family but you.”
“Awesome!” she said. “Uh...how do I get in?”
“I’ll open the door.” Mr. Whittaker pushed a button on the side of the large machine. It slid open softly. “Step right in and enjoy your adventure.”
“Alright!” Camilla got inside.
Mr. Whittaker pushed another button, and the door closed, leaving her in total darkness.
“I’ll start the program from out here,” Whit’s voice came over the intercom. In a few seconds, a greenish light turned on the inside.
“Who-wha” Camilla started, then let out a scream as the program kicked in. “Daddy!” was the first thing she yelled. Suddenly, she realized she was back at home. “Oh, silly me,” she laughed. “Daddy’s not here anymore. Or anyone else.” With the realization that she could do whatever she wanted to overwhelmed her. In fact, she didn’t even know what to do with it.
“Maybe I should go get something to eat. I’m kinda hungry.” In fact, it was close to dinner time when she was at Whit’s End. She shouldn’t have even been eating ice cream.
Camilla went downstairs. The house was exactly how it had been when she left, except nobody was there. And that’s when she smelled it.
“Oh my goodness! There’s something burning in the oven!” It was Eva’s casserole she’d been cooking. Camilla searched frantically for an oven mitt, and when she found it, yanked open the oven. She coughed because of the smoke, and tried to take the casserole out. But it was too hot. She remembered something about throwing salt or baking powder...but wait, that was for fires. She grabbed a pitcher of water and threw it over everything.
There was a loud hiss, and Camilla turned off the oven and groaned. Quickly however, she smiled. “I’ll just have lots of chocolate for dinner,” she stated to herself. Well, not just chocolate. She had lots of that, along with most of a bottle of Sunkist, and some potato chips. Never mind the fact that she had to keep fit for soccer practice.
Several days passed like this for Camilla. School was out because it was summer vacation, so the young girl did as she pleased. Until one day right after she finished watching her 3rd movie in a row, Camilla found out that they were out of everything. Or at least everything that she liked.
“And I don’t have a lot of money to go buy food!” she groaned. And even if she did, she’d have to walk. Or use her bike. She couldn’t drive. By the time Camilla had pooled together all her money, which only equaled about a dozen dollars, and she’d gone to the mall on foot, an hour had passed. She spent a half hour trying to find what was the cheapest food. And after she finally got out, she took the long route to avoid Whit’s End.
When she got home, her eyes seemed open to the mess the house was in. Her room stank and was so crammed with junk that she could hardly find her bed. The kitchen was a total mess with dirty dishes and rotting food. And there were clothes that needed to be washed and dried!
Camilla set out with a sudden inspiration to do all the work, but miserably gave up halfway through.
“Too much,” she groaned. And it got even worse. Three days later, she was again out of food. No money, no food. Well, there still was all the stuff that she didn’t like. After she ate oatmeal, she pondered what to do now. Maybe she could go to the Jones. Or she could get a job. That night as Camilla slept in the couch in the back of the house, she never had missed her parents and siblings more.
Morning came, and Camilla found out that someone had come into the house when she was asleep. They had robbed a lot of what had been in the house, but for some strange reason, left her alone. The shock made Camilla just stand and stare for several minutes. She sank to the ground and began to cry. She wanted to go back, away from here, to a place where her parents were.
“Camilla?”
“Daddy?”
“Camilla!” the voice came again. She whirled around.
There was nobody in sight. Was it someone outside?
“I wanna go home!”
“But you are home,” the voice said.
“I want to go back to my parents and Matthew and Olivia! I was wrong—I do need them. Please, just get me out of here.”
The person laughed. “Alright, Camilla,” Whit said. Suddenly, everything went dark and the door opened again.
Camilla jumped out.
“Am I glad to see you again, Mr. Whittaker!” Camilla bubbled.
“I’ll walk you downstairs. Are you going home?”
“Yes, Mr. Whittaker. Back to my family.”