|The Girl and the Raccoon
Author: CloudyDae PM
A girl and a raccoon journey into the world! Read if you would like to, reviews are appreciated! This is an idea I'm still working on. I'm probably going to change the title when I am further into the story, but for now, it will stay.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure - Chapters: 7 - Words: 6,048 - Reviews: 7 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 07-03-12 - Published: 06-06-12 - id: 3030048
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The liquid sunlight danced on her eyelids. The girl and the raccoon rested on the simple floral bed; their breathing in sync, and their warmth combined.
"Hwaaaah!" I awoke with a start and pushed the furry creature off of my breathing holes; Coony had somehow rolled over onto my face, blocking my breathing. I lied in the bed for a while, contemplating what I was going to do today. I (my mother) had packed up all I needed in a back pack; I (my mother) had already straightened the room. Great, I thought, nothing left for me to do here, only to leave. I sat up suddenly, scaring the sleepy raccoon off the bed and rolled off the bed. "I am..." I looked around spotting the packed backpack, "going to get ready." I riffled through the pack to make sure what I needed was packed; a change of clothes, emergency supplies, a toothbrush, wallet full of money, and a little bag filled with the rocks I had picked up from the bottom of the lake. "Good," I nodded to myself, "I have everything...I think," I grabbed the hammer from off its hook and placed it beside the back pack. "Now I really have everything." I quickly changed into the clothes I had laid on my bed the night before. After staring at myself in the mirror, I decided to tie my hair up to keep it out of the way. The girl in the mirror had a clean white shirt on, a brown leather jacket to battle the wind, a pair of tough black form fitting pants, and bright green spotted socks on. "Come on," I said to the raccoon, "Let's go get breakfast." Scooping him up from the floor, I slipped the hammer into a loop in my belt and set towards the stairs with the backpack in my hand.
"Mooooommmmm?" I looked into the living room, "Mummy?" I patted the fur on Coony's head, "Motherr?" I peered into the cook-and-eat style kitchen and finally found her—right, kitchen, stupid me—"Is there any breakfast?"
"Yes! I'm just about to fix up some pancakes; but there are also leftovers if you want."
"Hrrmmm," I faked like I was thinking really hard about it, squinting my eyes and wrinkling my forehead, even though she got me right as she said pancakes, "I think I'll have..." deliberately dragging my words out.
"Yes?" she chuckled.
"Pancakes!" I shouted with a big smile on my face. I glanced quickly at the critter I had placed on the stool next to mine. He had his paws on the counter and was watching every move my mom was making while she prepared the pancake mix. "And... could Coony possibly have some possibly maybe?"
"Fine, but only this time, because it's a special occasion." She proceeded in pouring a small amount of batter onto the pan for the impatient creature waiting on the cushion padded stool. "Wow, I can't believe you're actually leaving," she said with a great big sigh.
"What? But I thought that all of us left at one point, even you!" I stared pointedly at her.
"Well of course, but I always thought that you'd be the one to stick around and live a nice peaceful life here."
"Yeah, that's what I thought too, that I'd be the odd one out, but I guess I'm wrong. I am going to go out, and see the world."
"Here," she handed me the wooden spatula, "you cook the pancakes, don't let them burn!"
"What? But I wanted to eat pancakes that you made not me." I pouted at her back as she turned away, walking down the hallway.
"See Coony, this is what I have to deal with everyday; I'll miss it when I leave though." I flipped the tiny rounded pancake high into the air, and caught it with a small plate. "Here, you go," I placed it in front of him. "Oh! And some blueberry-jam to go with it?" He pushed my hand away and promptly dug into the pancake, "My," I placed a hand on my heart, faking the hurt. "So rude."
"Artie," she said firmly, staring at into my eyes. She placed an intricately carved wooden box onto my unoccupied hand. The box was painted a deep hue of the darkest blue, laced with a smattering of silver, depicting the underwater sea with its many wonders. She sat down on the seat next to the raccoon, "that," she pointed at the box, "is something my mother gave to me when I left, it's always handed down to not the eldest, but the first-born female in the family, when they leave."
I put down the spatula and unlocked the brass lock with the key that my mother handed me, "Wow, mom, it's beautiful..." I said breathlessly. My eyes were drawn to the droplets embedded in the silver. The accessory itself was simple, but it need not be overly elaborate for the beauty of the gems to show its beauty. The inside of the box smelt like home, it wasn't painted, but was glossed over. The earrings lay daintily in a bed of yellow cloth.
"Listen to me Artie, these are really important; they were passed down from my mother who got it from her mother, and so on, for many centuries," she stared at me intensely, "obviously, you must not misplace them, or sell them even if you are in a dire situation. These earrings must stay in our family."
"A'ight, I'll keep them safe, I'll even put their precious beauty before my life!" I motioned dramatically, I put the valued box aside and poured more batter into the pan, "Can we get to the pancakes now?"
She stared at me as if questioning my indifference, and then eyes widened, and her mouth opened in anger, "That's too much batter!" I meekly handed her the spatula with a sheepish grin and put the box in the depths of my backpack, carefully putting it in a position where it would not get squished.