Write a Story Ending with: 'No One Would Believe This but This Is the Real Truth'
Write a story ending with: 'No one would believe this but this is the real truth'
I am at the park now. The same park that I went about twelve years ago. Nothing changed much over here. A bunch of kids are too engrossed playing with the slides, fighting among themselves on who will go down first. I almost laughed at the image of a scrawny little girl pushing an elderly plump girl on the swing, looking rather exhausted. Children are running all over the playground, their delight shrieks fill my heart with joy and warmth. Deep down, I am green with envy. Being an eighteen years old teenage girl that I am now, I've never had a such a carefree, smooth childhood. And it is all due to what happened in this park years ago. "Mom, mom, I want to play over there", I pulled my mom's long sleeves, ignoring the fact that she was busy talking on the phone. Well, not exactly talking, she was literally yelling on top of her lungs at someone. I did not really remember who it was. I was six and nothing I cared more than wanting to join kids of my age at the playground. I tugged at her sleeves once again, only to be rewarded by an annoyed stare from my mom's beautiful chocolate brown eyes before she said, "Honey, go first. I'll be watching from here okay?" I leapt in pure joy and excitement. It didn’t take long before I got lost in my own happy world, playing the amazing see-saw, the swing, the slide and many more. Being a friendly child I was, I even made a playground friend. I noticed she looked lonely, sitting on the bench at the far side of the park. "Hey, want to play with me?", I smiled sweetly. She was blushing and rather shy at first, but I managed to persuade her to join me. Later on, we were on cloud nine and having a whale of time together. She even told me that her name was Sara. I didn’t keep track of time when I noticed that the sun was setting on its horizon and the park was nearly empty except for me and Sara. I was sad, knowing that it was time
I am at the park now. The same park that I went about twelve years ago. Nothing changed much over here. A bunch of kids are too engrossed playing with the slides, fighting among themselves on who will go down first. I almost laughed at the image of a scrawny little girl pushing an elderly plump girl on the swing, looking rather exhausted. Children are running all over the playground, their delight shrieks fill my heart with joy and warmth. Deep down, I am green with envy. Being an eighteen years old teenage girl that I am now, I've never had a such a carefree, smooth childhood. And it is all due to what happened in this park years ago. "Mom, mom, I want to play over there", I pulled my mom's long sleeves, ignoring the fact that she was busy talking on the phone. Well, not exactly talking, she was literally yelling on top of her lungs at someone. I did not really remember who it was. I was six and nothing I cared more than wanting to join kids of my age at the playground. I tugged at her sleeves once again, only to be rewarded by an annoyed stare from my mom's beautiful chocolate brown eyes before she said, "Honey, go first. I'll be watching from here okay?" I leapt in pure joy and excitement. It didn’t take long before I got lost in my own happy world, playing the amazing see-saw, the swing, the slide and many more. Being a friendly child I was, I even made a playground friend. I noticed she looked lonely, sitting on the bench at the far side of the park. "Hey, want to play with me?", I smiled sweetly. She was blushing and rather shy at first, but I managed to persuade her to join me. Later on, we were on cloud nine and having a whale of time together. She even told me that her name was Sara. I didn’t keep track of time when I noticed that the sun was setting on its horizon and the park was nearly empty except for me and Sara. I was sad, knowing that it was time