It was a normal day, my sister, Christina, and my neighbor Kelsey and I had been roaming the neighborhood back yards in search of adventure when all of a sudden, we all came to a stop when we saw the statue. The statue looked like a goddess, standing tall and white as snow. The statue looked so powerful and almost out of place in the small backyard of our not so fancy neighborhood. The statue was facing a window on the left side of the brown house, surrounded by huge palm tress and green grass. The statue must have been five feet tall, over powering my little body with all of her goddess like features. She was dressed in what looked like drapes and her hair was up in braids. My sister was convinced that if we stood there any longer the Greek goddess would steal our soul, Kelsey agreed.
Christina and Kelsey were always playing tricks on me so I wasn’t going to fall or their trick this time. As they ran home through all of the big palm tress and wood fences, my little legs ran as fast as they could trying to catch up to the older girls. The rest of the day was spent by the lake feeding the ducklings and riding bikes through the park.
The next day, Kelsey, whose face was pale but always had light brown freckles, showed up at our house with a black mole right by her lip, looking back now, it reminds me of Marilyn Monroe. When my sister and I asked what happened, she replied with “The statue was at my window last night and gave me this mole”. My sister suggested we go back to the statue and see if she was still there. As we approached the white statue, we saw she had not been moved at all. Since I was so little, I ran home scared to tell my dad what had happened and my sister and Kelsey followed me trying to convince me not to tell. As soon as my dad heard the trick Kelsey and Christina played on me, he made them fess up to their mean antics. As it turns out, Kelsey had put eyeliner on her face to make a mole and to try to scare me.
Ever since then, I always know when I am being tricked by my sister and Kelsey and never let them forget how the tortured a little five year old.
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This is one of those cases when I don't have to do a word count to be able to tell that it's too short - you really haven't fully developed your ideas, so I KNOW it is :). Think about using some dialogue to SHOW me the moment when you discovered the statue, rather than telling me about it. This might also improve my understanding of the relationship between you and your friends, as well - show me how you interacted, and don't just tell me what happened.
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