pov: my toyota sienna
by flec, Nov 29, 2023, 4:16 PM
this is a short, unformatted story in the perspective of my car that my parents just sold
note that this is the unfinished/draft version, or also known as an excerpt, because the other one will be submitted to a competition somewhere and i don't want that to be revealed for
1) privacy, because if i win you might be able to my identity (most likely not, but i don't want to risk it anyways)
2) possibility of it being stolen
3) its hella cringe
They change a little bit. They don’t take me to the park anymore with Callie in the backseat because now Callie is sixteen and learning how to drive. Nick doesn’t like going to the mall anymore ever since he got kicked out, and it’s too loud for his delicate, aging eighteen-year-old ears. He would rather read at home, and he doesn’t need me for that. Our parents don’t go out for date nights at the movies like they did in their thirties because every day, the sun’s too bright, the day’s too cold, and the theaters are full of young people that they wish they could be.
Every year is so special for me, because we never do the same thing.
They can be a mess, like broken glass, but the glass is picked up and glued into a vase, and the vase can hold a flower. I carry the vase around everywhere.
January I took them skiing and I got stuck in the snow, then Nick grumbled about how a 4x4 was a scam in the snow.
February I went with Callie to get her new boyfriend a chocolate box. She was shaky from her first week of driving when she got scolded by the teacher, but she had a smile on her face.
March we rode through the rain, then we rode through the sunshine, in through the lion, out through the lamb.
April I watched the rain, I watched the toothpaste in the Oreos trick that Nick played on Callie.
In May, we watched our mother cry as she got her birthday present because she was scared of growing old.
June came, and we watched the waves.
And today, my family took me for a drive out and I saw copies of me everywhere. They left me there. I'm used to it, but it's getting colder. I remember the Christmas carols I played for them on the way to Spokane on Christmas Eve and the day we picked up Grandma and we laughed so loud. Those days are coming again, and I hope they return for me soon.
One time, I was left alone for a while while my family went on vacation.
I hope they come back sooner this time.
in reality, i'm fifteen, not sixteen, and i'm not learning how to drive.
i do not have an older brother named nick LOL i just felt like only child was a little lonely so i added the name of my teacher's ex boyfriend
i also do not have a boyfriend, and i definitely do not bake every sunday.
aside from all of that, this is a memoir, but of course written in the perspective of sienna.
that was why this post doesn't have the standard "if u steal this i will track you down and beat you up", because there really isn't a way to copy my own life stories...
then again, i really hope someone doesnt take it because the worst feeling is when you lose to someone who copied you in a competition lmho
yeah
note that this is the unfinished/draft version, or also known as an excerpt, because the other one will be submitted to a competition somewhere and i don't want that to be revealed for
1) privacy, because if i win you might be able to my identity (most likely not, but i don't want to risk it anyways)
2) possibility of it being stolen
3) its hella cringe
They change a little bit. They don’t take me to the park anymore with Callie in the backseat because now Callie is sixteen and learning how to drive. Nick doesn’t like going to the mall anymore ever since he got kicked out, and it’s too loud for his delicate, aging eighteen-year-old ears. He would rather read at home, and he doesn’t need me for that. Our parents don’t go out for date nights at the movies like they did in their thirties because every day, the sun’s too bright, the day’s too cold, and the theaters are full of young people that they wish they could be.
Every year is so special for me, because we never do the same thing.
They can be a mess, like broken glass, but the glass is picked up and glued into a vase, and the vase can hold a flower. I carry the vase around everywhere.
January I took them skiing and I got stuck in the snow, then Nick grumbled about how a 4x4 was a scam in the snow.
February I went with Callie to get her new boyfriend a chocolate box. She was shaky from her first week of driving when she got scolded by the teacher, but she had a smile on her face.
March we rode through the rain, then we rode through the sunshine, in through the lion, out through the lamb.
April I watched the rain, I watched the toothpaste in the Oreos trick that Nick played on Callie.
In May, we watched our mother cry as she got her birthday present because she was scared of growing old.
June came, and we watched the waves.
And today, my family took me for a drive out and I saw copies of me everywhere. They left me there. I'm used to it, but it's getting colder. I remember the Christmas carols I played for them on the way to Spokane on Christmas Eve and the day we picked up Grandma and we laughed so loud. Those days are coming again, and I hope they return for me soon.
One time, I was left alone for a while while my family went on vacation.
I hope they come back sooner this time.
in reality, i'm fifteen, not sixteen, and i'm not learning how to drive.
i do not have an older brother named nick LOL i just felt like only child was a little lonely so i added the name of my teacher's ex boyfriend
i also do not have a boyfriend, and i definitely do not bake every sunday.
aside from all of that, this is a memoir, but of course written in the perspective of sienna.
that was why this post doesn't have the standard "if u steal this i will track you down and beat you up", because there really isn't a way to copy my own life stories...
then again, i really hope someone doesnt take it because the worst feeling is when you lose to someone who copied you in a competition lmho
yeah
This post has been edited 2 times. Last edited by flec, Nov 30, 2023, 3:51 PM
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