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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 21, 2007 17:33:55 GMT -5
Later that evening, Esmé found her mother in her bedroom, seated at the sewing machine sewing sleeves onto a dress. “Hi, Mom,” Esmé said. “Are you busy?”
Mrs. Salinger switched off the sewing machine so she could give her daughter her full attention. “I’m never too busy when it comes to you, darling,” Mrs. Salinger said.
“Good, because I need to talk to you about something.” Esmé seated herself on the footstool and looked up at her mother.
“It sounds important.”
“It is,” Esmé replied. “You know that tea party Daddy said he’d be taking us to on Thursday? Well, I know that everyone there is going to be wearing fancy clothes, and I was wondering if you could teach me to sew so I can make myself a dress.”
Mrs. Salinger smiled warmly. “Yes, darling, of course I can teach you,” she said. “But a week doesn’t leave enough time to teach you all you’ll need to know before you start putting together entire pieces of clothing.”
“Oh.” Esmé lowered her head in disappointment.
“But,” Mrs. Salinger said, and Esmé looked up again, “I would be more than happy to make you a dress myself.”
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Post by LuLu on Sept 23, 2007 14:42:57 GMT -5
Esme' smiled at her mother."Thanks, Mom," she said, and she ran out in her backyard. Esme' picked her baseball glove and baseball up , and threw it into the wall over and over, catching it. Unfortunately, it was beginning to get dark, so Esme' couldn't see. Suddenly, something small and hard hit her in the head and knocked her down. It was her baseball. Luckily, it hadn't hit her hard enough to injure her. Just hard enough to hurt.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 23, 2007 15:09:37 GMT -5
Feeling a little embarrassed, Esmé rubbed the back of her slightly sore head and stood up. As she did so, she heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by her mother’s voice: “Esmé, it’s time to come in and wash up for dinner now.”
“Okay, Mom,” Esmé said, tossing her baseball and glove aside before hurrying indoors.
After she had washed up for dinner, she set the table and sat down just as her father walked into the kitchen and her mother was getting ready to serve the meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
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Post by LuLu on Oct 1, 2007 10:52:58 GMT -5
" Esme's parents sat down with her and got their food. She had forgotten all about school, and felt much better now." Mom, this meatloaf is great," Esme' told her mother as she took a bite." I'm starved."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 1, 2007 12:08:22 GMT -5
“Thank you, darling,” Mrs. Salinger replied with a smile. “I’m glad you like it.”
“So,” Mr. Salinger said, “have you girls given any thought to Thursday’s invitation?”
Esmé took a gulp of milk and looked up at her father. “The answer is ‘yes’,” she said excitedly. “Mom even promised to make me a dress,” she added, flashing a smile of appreciation at her mother.
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Post by LuLu on Oct 6, 2007 17:24:08 GMT -5
" I'm sure it will be beautiful," said Mr. Salinger from across the table. "Of couse it will.Everything mom makes is pretty," answered Esme' with a smile.Mrs. Salinger smiled back, but her smile suddenly faded and she asked quickly, "Esme', why is your head bruised? Did you hit it on something?"
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 6, 2007 18:21:08 GMT -5
That’s when Esmé remembered the incident outside with the baseball, and she smiled in embarrassment. It hadn’t hurt much earlier, but as she touched the area of her head where the ball had hit her, she winced in pain. “Oh, that,” she said. “It must have happened when I hit it with the baseball.”
Mrs. Salinger shook her head. “You must learn to be more careful, darling,” she scolded gently. “After you’ve finished your dinner, I’ll make you an icepack and then I want you to go lie down for a while, okay?”
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Post by LuLu on Oct 24, 2007 6:58:44 GMT -5
" Okay," Esme' agreed. She didn't really want to lie down, but she wasn't going to argue.Her mother knew best." Hey Dad, do you know of any girls that will be my age at Thursday's invitation? I mean' do you know their parents?"
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 24, 2007 10:56:37 GMT -5
"As a matter of fact," Mr. Salinger said, "there is a man I work with whose brother has a daughter around your age. They'll all be attending Thursday's tea party."
"What's her name?" Esmé asked.
"Beatrice."
"And she's my age?"
"Yes."
Esmé smiled.
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Post by LuLu on Oct 27, 2007 11:40:28 GMT -5
Later on, after Esme' had went to lie down she thought about the party. She wondered if anyone would like her, considering that they never did. But she was still excited, and couldn't wait until Thursday. The baseball hitting her in the head had made her sleepy, so she quietly laid down and fell asleep.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 27, 2007 16:59:56 GMT -5
[Sorry it took me so long to post this. I keep getting the “too many connections at once” message and every time I manage to connect I get disconnected again almost immediately. Very aggravating, especially when I want to rp. XP]
The day before the party, Esmé came home from school in the same mood she was always in after a hard day of putting up with Pamela and Stacy’s teasing. Flopping across her bed, Esmé stared up at the ceiling and wondered if tomorrow would be able to make up for the years of teasing she had endured. If she could only meet one person, make one friend, then it would all be worth it.
Esmé was still lying on her bed when her mother came by. “Darling,” Mrs. Salinger said. “Come into my room with me for a minute. I want to show you something.”
Esmé sat up. “What is it, Mom?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise.” Mrs. Salinger ushered her daughter to follow her.
Before they stepped into the bedroom, Mrs. Salinger told Esmé to close her eyes. She did so, and when she opened them again a wide smile lit up her face. Laid across the bed was the most beautiful dress Esmé had ever seen, made of satin and the color of lilac.
“Oh, Mom,” Esmé exclaimed, holding the dress up to her front, “thank you! It’s beautiful!”
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Post by LuLu on Nov 21, 2007 15:42:01 GMT -5
Esme' immediately went to her room to try her dress on."I'll bet no girl at school has a dress this beautiful", she thought to herself.When she got it on,she ran to the mirror to look at herself. She gasped. She didn't even look like herself." Darling, come on out. Let us see", urged Mrs. Squalor. When Esme' opened the door, both of her parents were waiting on her." It's perfect", her mother told her.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Nov 21, 2007 16:31:53 GMT -5
"Yes," agreed Mr. Salinger. "You'll be the most beautiful girl at the party."
Esmé blushed. "Da-aad," she said, lacing her finger together and staring down at the floor. "You're embarrassing me!"
Her mother laughed. "You look smashing, Esmé. Is that more along the lines of what you'd like to hear?"
"Well, I never said I didn't like being told I was beautiful."
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Post by LuLu on Nov 22, 2007 16:42:07 GMT -5
[I've got to update more!]
The next day was an exciting one. Esme' rushed home from school,fed her cat, and waited on her parents. At last she heard the front door open.
"Esme', I'm home darling", called her mother.
Esme ran to her mother." Hi Mom, are you ready for her party?"
"I sure am. You'd better go get ready. As soon as your father comes home and gets ready, we're leaving."
" O.K.", replied Esme' and she ran to her room and got ready.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Nov 23, 2007 16:54:03 GMT -5
Mr. Salinger arrived home half an hour later. After taking twenty minutes or so to change clothes and run a comb through his hair, he piled everyone into the family’s beat-up old station wagon and they headed off to the party.
When they arrived, Esmé gazed through the car window and up at the enormous mansion. It was beautiful, painted white with full-scale windows all around. She thought about the house she lived in, how it slanted and the way the roof leaked every time it rained.
“Whoever lives in a house this big must be very wealthy,” she couldn’t help stating as she stepped out of the car.
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