Creative Writing: Grocery School

“Waaalter! I’m going to the grocery store. I want the laundry folded and dishes washed by the time I get home.” calls Mrs. Mitty “Okay dear,” Walter replied. Walter dragged himself from the couch into the kitchen and began washing the dishes. He hummed to himself a song that gets him going when doing work around the house. Poketa-clap-clap Poketa-clap-clap-clap. As he was washing the dishes his daughter, Little Isabelle, ran into the room energized and excited; she kept tugging on his shirt begging for him to dance with her. “Daddy, daddy, daddy. Please dance with me,” she would beg. “Izzie I have work to do around the house,” Mitty replied. “Then take a break. You work too hard. Take a break for me pleeeease,” Mitty looked down to his
daughter pouting her lip and batting her eyelashes. He put down the dishes, turned off the water, and walked into the living room with Izzie skipping behind him. He plugged his Iphone into their speaker and played songs off the radio. Once the music started Izzie was dancing and singing her heart away. She was spinning and jumping and grabbed her father’s hands and started to dance with him. “We should enter a dance competition,” she said with excitement… “Dad, are you nervous.
It’s almost our turn to dance.” An older version of Isabelle was pacing backstage scared that she would mess up. “Sweetie we’ve been practicing for a long time. Don’t be nervous. I will be here with you the whole time. “What if we mess up the Poplocketair and lose.” “As long as we do our best I’ll be happy”. Walter said with a big smile. A loud roar of applause came from the audience. Mitty and Izzie joined hands and walked onto the stage. They took a deep breathe and the music started. Poketa-clap-clap. Poketa-clap-clap-clap. Poketa-pause-poketa-pause. Clap-clap-clap. They started to jive across the floor; spinning and Mitty lifting his daughter in the air. The the music changed and they started doing hip-hop. The crowd was happy and having fun watching them dance. At one point the audience started to clap along to the beat. Then it was time for the Poplocketair, which includes them doing 10 synchronized robotic steps and Mitty launching Izzie into the air to do a backflip and land in a sassy pose. Sweat started to roll down Mitty’s face as he looked over to Izzie five beats before the synchronized dance sequence. Izzie smiled at her dad and he smiled back, the Poplocketair began. The lights started to flash to the beat and the steps. After that, Izzie backed up, Mitty envisioned the step going perfectly; when he opened his eyes Izzie was about to put his foot into his hands to
be launched. Mitty flinged her in the air and she flew so gracefully. The crowd was silent and everything was still except for Izzie. She landed with a hand on her hip and one of her eyes close as a wink. One at a time the crowd started to go wild. Mitty and Izzie embraced tightly. The rest of the contestants gathered on the stage, nervous to hear the results from the judges. Izzie is holding tightly onto Mitty’s side as the announcer comes back onto the stage. “The winners of the 2016 Father-Daughter Dance Competition is…,” the sound effect of a drumroll and a cymbal roll comes from the speakers. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr. Shhhhhhhhh. Ding!... The door dings as Mrs. Mitty walks into the house. “Mitty what are you doing? Did you finish fold the laundry? Did you even start the do the dishes?” A vein starts to pop from the corner of her forehead. He realized that he was laying on the couch and wondered what happened. “Hi mommy,” Little Isabelle runs into the room and hugs her mom. “Daddy finished all of his chores, then we danced, and then he was so tired that he passed out. See.” Mrs. Mitty sees that all of the chores are done and goes into the kitchen to put the groceries away. Isabelle walks up to her father and sits on his lap. “I finished the rest of your chores for you,” Isabelle said. “Thanks sweetie, but you didn’t have to do that,” Walter replied. “I know, but I like helping out,” a smile appeared on her face. “I love you Isabelle,” “I love you Daddy,” Walter and Little Isabelle embrace and then get off the couch to go help Mrs. Mitty. As they walk to the kitchen Little Isabelle looks up to Mitty with a twinkle in her hazel-green eyes. They enter and help put away the groceries and decide on what to make for dinner. Out the window the sun was setting; you could see the pink, orange, and purples filling the sky, signaling that the day was ending.