Creative Writing Piece

This poor little girl had been threw so much in her short life, she was so fragile, so shy, so crushed. Curled in a ball on her bedroom floor she cried tears of grief onto a pink stuffed rabbit, her closest friend. She didn’t know how to make friends you see, she had moved around so much that other people were shadows to her. She picked herself up from her hello kitty rug and sat against her bright pink wall. “Why does mummy have to say such a hurtful things to me Sir Kipling?” Sir Kipling of course being the pink now soggy rabbit she held in her small hands. Today was going to be a good day for small Rose, it was Christmas day, and she was looking forward to spending the whole day with her sister and her mother for once. Her sisters were aged 15 and 17 and would go out with their friends drinking, poor Rose’s mother worked in a supermarket for 9am till 8pm so she was left all alone in her house after school. She had ways to cheer herself up of course, Sir Kipling in her young eyes loved going to school with her though sadly he could only watch the lessons from her tray, even at lunch she would sneak in some crisps and whisper to him to eat them quietly or teacher would hear. Everyday she would go to the corner shop and buy one chocolate Fredo and 2 packets of 10p crisps, when she got home to an empty house she would turn on the TV and watch cartoons sharing her snacks with her beloved Sir Kipling. Then she would go in her room and wait, she never got into any hobbies because of the amount of times she had moved, she had no friends but she didn’t know what friends were.   Just sir Kipling and her drawing and creating stories together, she loved to make stories. Rose dreamed about magical places with dragons and fairies, having adventures around the world with Sir Kipling climbing up volcanoes and facing the dreaded ice winds of the tundra! Her best friends were warriors with cross bows and arrows, swords that glimmered in the moonlight and axes that wielded the...