This story is inspired by today's journal writing prompt:
When I lived in my old house I had crazy neighbors. The family consisted of an over-protective mother, a crazy father, a cute little 3 year old blond boy, and the devil child. Nine year old Madaline. She was a violent little thing. She beat up her adorable little brother when ever she got the chance, which was almost always, and got away with it. Her mother thought she was a harmless little angle and everyone beat up on her, little did she know that everyone hated the little monster because she was always very rude to all the other children she played with and hit them and such when she didn't get her way. One day Madaline came over to our house to play with my little sisters. After a while I went to the back yard to check on the kids and to tell Madaline to go home. When I found her she was riding one of our scooters and when I told her it was time for her to go home she got angry at me because she wanted to say and started swinging the metal scooter at me. I dodged her attacks, but then she decided to put down the scooter and throw rocks at me. When I saw what she planned to do I just ran as fast as I could into my house to tell my parents that the devil child was after me. When my parents intervened she was then sent home finally and I survived the experience. Thank heavens for that! (Ha ha just kidding - I'm being dramatic even though this really happened to me when I was like 12 years old)
Personal Essay
16 years ago
3 comments:
Yea I remember Madeline.She was really mean to everyone. Like the time that she broke the Johnson's window by throwing rocks at it. I felt so bad for them. But honestly I kind of always felt bad for her though because her parents never took good care of her, like how she would wander around the neighborhood in the middle of the night sometimes. Also, all the parents hated her and didn't want her hanging around there kids, which of course was her own falt, but still I kind of felt bad for her because she was just a little kid and there had to be some reason why she acted the way she did.Nobody liked her though. My mom was the primary president of the ward at that time and I remember her saying that the primary teachers never wanted her in their class, and also alot of parents didn't want their kids in her class. I also felt so bad for her cute little baby brother that she was so mean to all the time. Also it is true that it seemed like her parents(especially her mom) just saw her as a sweet little angel and wouldn't punish her for anything.Maybe thats partof the reason she was so mean.
She was psycho but i couldn't really bring myself to feel bad for her. She actually threw a rock at sister johnson and bruised her . . . and it's so true that no one liked her . . .
I can't possibly imagine nobody liking me. There have been a few people who didn't like me, but usually because of indirect consequences from my own actions of favoring one group or person over another.
...I wonder where that little girl is now, and if she's still mean to everybody.
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