T2+Narrative

Narrative T2

__Sunday 10 July 2011__

__Draft Writing__

“ $2.00 for one raffle ticket, to be in the draw to be in to win a fabulous prize of $2000 to spend at the Baby Factory.” A sign stated at the near the front of the supermarket as we were walking towards the slide doors. I thought to myself I should buy one or two for our five year old baby, since Mason and I don’t make a lot of money, it would really help us out.

We finish our grocery shopping and buy a couple of raffles tickets on the way out. Along with the the raffle ticket, we also got a pamphlet noting what would happen if we won. It informed us with, “ There will be two grand winners that will split the money to go to the Baby Factory and the five runners - up will get $250 each.” “You will receive a call from the one of the staff from the Baby Factory tomorrow at 3.00pm as the raffle will be drawn tonight at 6.00pm.” Then it just said all the boring terms and conditions that no one reads.

When we arrive home I take Ava out of the pram, wrap her like a burrito in a fluffy mink blanket, kiss her on the forehead and softly place her in the middle of the bed. Just when Im about to lie down next to her, I hear my name being called by Mason. I flop up and walk toward him sitting on the couch. He asks me, “With this Baby raffle, its drawn in two days right?” “Yes.” I reply in a lazy voice. Im so tired from Ava crying all night, its like shes nocturnal. “Whys that?” “Because iv’e just found out that iv’e lost my job due to another company buying the business, which means we will only be living on what the government pays us, which also means less supplies for the baby.” I sit my self down next to him and let the words sink into my brain. When it does I decide to not be mad or sad about this situation, I just think of it as, at least we are all happy.

The morning is bright and birds are singing, the day is going past before our eyes until we get a phone call around six o’clock. I pick up the phone and start the conversation. “Hello?” “Hi, this is Stacey from The Baby Factory, how are you today?” “Great thanks” I reply with a startled voice. “Im calling you to tell you, your number has been drawn for the raffle and you are one of the grand winners.” Im not sure if its possible if a smile can go past your nose, but it sure feels like mine is. I give her my details and she tells me when I will receive the money. I tell Mason we one the raffle and he smiles. I know hes jumping around in the inside.

As soon as the mail arrives we grab the pram with Ava asleep in it, jump in the car with a slam and we’re off to The Baby Factory. We step into the store and don’t no where to start, theres so much stuff... elephant blankets to cute little monkey one piece suits. We work our way around the shop starting with the high chairs. We ask for assistance on which brand and which quality is the best. Another couple listen for advice too. Parking their pram next to us, they have exactly the same one as we do. We move to the other side of the prams to check out another high chair. The price is $140 on special. “I think we found the one we want.” I suggest to Mason. He replies with a “Sure” in a “I seriously don’t care” kinda way. We tell the helpful lady we would like to buy the high chair. We push the pram off to the next isle of clothes. When we finish the shopping, the bill sums up to $994.99 and theres a hippo pacifier reduced to clear at five bucks, so we chuck that in as well to make it even out. Lucky the car is just across the road because all of this baby gear is getting quite heavy to carry.

Taking the baby out of the pram is very awkward because Im sure my heart is skipping beats, we’ve got the wrong baby in the pram. Looking around with a panicking face I cant see any pram anywhere. I sprint back to the baby shop and ask the staff if they’ve seen the same pram with a different couple. “ I think there was a young couple with a pram that looks exactly like that walked towards a blue car, but left in it a few minutes ago.” “Do you remember what kind of car it is?” I asked. I could tell she was thinking deeply because she was had a line of thought written all over her face. “A older model of a BMW. but m not entirely sure though.” “Thanks, we’ve have each others baby.” As confused as she is I have no time to explain.

As we’re trying not to speed in the car, theres no sign of a pram anywhere, or a blue BMW until we come across a couple walking out of burger king with the same pram. If I remember at the back of my head, I heard the guy say he was hungry so it makes sense that its them. Theres no parking spaces left and I cant just get out of the car, theres cars from africa going past to the Zumba festival. We finally find a car park outside of farmers and we see the couple walking across the other side of the road. I cant believe they haven’t realized they’ve got the wrong baby in the pram. I yell at the top of my lungs “Hey,hey you two with the green pram!” They look around completely clueless of who’s yelling at them. I catch the ladies eye when she sees me waving my arms around like a crazy person. She stops walking and turns around to face me, shout “You’ve got the wrong baby!” The husband stares at me thinking Im probably insane. The lady checks the pram and discovers Im correct and do have the wrong baby. We meet on their side of the road and they seem to be a lovely couple.

__Thursday 30 June 2011__

__Story Writing__

“ $2.00 for one raffle ticket, to be in the draw to be in to win a fabulous prize of $2000 to spend at the Baby Factory.” A sign stated at the near the front of the supermarket as we were walking towards the slide doors. I thought to myself I should buy one or two for our five year old baby, since Mason and I don’t make a lot of money, it would really help us out.

We finish our grocery shopping and buy a couple of raffles tickets on the way out. Along with the the raffle ticket, we also got a pamphlet noting what would happen if we won. It informed us with, “ There will be two grand winners that will split the money to go to the Baby Factory and the five runners - up will get $250 each.” “You will receive a call from the one of the staff from the Baby Factory tomorrow at 3.00pm as the raffle will be drawn tonight at 6.00pm.” Then it just said all the boring terms and conditions that no one reads.

When we arrive home I take Ava out of the pram, wrap her like a burrito in a fluffy mink blanket, kiss her on the forehead and softly place her in the middle of the bed. Just when Im about to lie down next to her, I hear my name being called by Mason. I flop up and walk toward him sitting on the couch. He asks me, “With this Baby raffle, its drawn in two days right?” “Yes.” I reply in a lazy voice. Im so tired from Ava crying all night, its like shes nocturnal. “Whys that?” “Because iv’e just found out that iv’e lost my job due to another company buying the business, which means we will only be living on what the government pays us, which also means less supplies for the baby.” I sit my self down next to him and let the words sink into my brain. When it does I decide to not be mad or sad about this situation, I just think of it as, at least we are all happy.

The morning is bright and birds are singing, the day is going past before our eyes until we get a phone call around six o’clock. I pick up the phone and start the conversation. “Hello?” “Hi, this is Stacey from The Baby Factory, how are you today?” “Great thanks” I reply with a startled voice. “Im calling you to tell you, your number has been drawn for the raffle and you are one of the grand winners.” Im not sure if its possible if a smile can go past your nose, but it sure feels like mine is. I give her my details and she tells me when I will receive the money. I tell Mason we one the raffle and he smiles. I know hes jumping around in the inside.

As soon as the mail arrives we grab the pram with Ava asleep in it, jump in the car with a slam and we’re off to The Baby Factory. We step into the store and don’t no where to start, theres so much stuff... elephant blankets to cute little monkey one piece suits. We work our way around the shop starting with the high chairs. We ask for assistance on which brand and which quality is the best. Another couple listen for advice too. Parking their pram next to us, they have exactly the same one as we do. We move to the other side of the prams to check out another high chair. The price is $140 on special. “I think we found the one we want.” I suggest to Mason. He replies with a “Sure” in a “I seriously don’t care” kinda way. We tell the helpful lady we would like to buy the high chair. We push the pram off to the next isle of clothes. When we finish the shopping, the bill sums up to $994.99 and theres a hippo pacifier reduced to clear at five bucks, so we chuck that in as well to make it even out. Lucky the car is just across the road because all of this baby gear is getting quite heavy to carry.

Taking the baby out of the pram is very awkward because Im sure my heart is skipping beats, we’ve got the wrong baby in the pram. Looking around with a panicking face I cant see any pram anywhere. I sprint back to the baby shop and ask the staff if they’ve seen the same pram with a different couple. “ I think there was a young couple with a pram that looks exactly like that walked towards a blue car, but left in it a few minutes ago.” “Do you remember what kind of car it is?” I asked. I could tell she was thinking deeply because she was had a line of thought written all over her face. “A older model of a BMW. but m not entirely sure though.” “Thanks, we’ve have each others baby.” She has a very confused face as I run out the store.

As we’re trying not to speed in the car, theres no sign of a pram anywhere, until we come across a couple walking out of burger king with the same pram. If I remember right at the back of my mind I heard the guy say he was hungry so it makes sense that its them. Theres no parking spaces left and I cant just get out of the car because theres cars from africa going past.

__Friday 24 June 2011__

__Story Writing__

“ $2.00 for one raffle ticket, to be in the draw to be in to win a fabulous prize of $2000 to spend at the Baby Factory.” A sign stated at near the front of the supermarket as we were walking towards the slide doors. I thought to myself I should buy one or two for our five year old baby, since Mason and I don’t make a lot of money, it would really help us out.

We finish our grocery shopping and buy a couple of raffles tickets on the way out. Along with the the raffle ticket, we also got a pamphlet noting what would happen if we won. It informed us with, “ There will be two grand winners that will split the money to go to the Baby Factory and the five runners - up will get $100 each.” “You will receive a call from the one of the staff from the Baby Factory tomorrow at 3.00pm as the raffle will be drawn tonight at 6.00pm.” Then it just said all the boring terms and conditions that no one reads.

When we arrive home I take Ava out of the pram, wrap her like a burrito in a fluffy mink blanket, kiss her on the forehead and softly place her in the middle of the bed. Just when Im about to lie down next to her, I hear my name being called by Mason. I flop up and walk toward him sitting on the couch. He asks me, “With this Baby raffle, its drawn in two days right?” “Yes.” I reply in a lazy voice. (Im so tired from Ava crying all night, its like shes nocturnal,I just feel like collapsing on the couch and snuggling up in a ball.) “Whys that?” “Because iv’e just found out that iv’e lost my job due to another company buying the business, which means we will only be living on what the government pays us, which also means less supplies for the baby.” I sit my self down next to him and let the words sink into my brain. When it does I decide to not be mad or sad about this situation, I just think of it as at least we are all happy.

The morning is bright and birds are singing, the day is going past before our eyes until we get a phone call around six o’clock. I pick up the phone and start the conversation. “Hello?” “Hi, this is Stacey from The Baby Factory, how are you today?” “Great thanks” I reply with a startled voice. “Im calling you to tell you, your number has been drawn for the raffle and you are one of the grand winners.” Im not sure if its possible if a smile can go past your nose, but it sure feels like mine is. I give her my details and she tells me when I will receive the money. I tell Mason we one the raffle and he smiles. I know hes jumping around in the inside.

As soon as the mail arrives we grab the pram with Ava asleep in it, jump in the car with a slam and we’re off to The Baby Factory. We step into the store and don’t no where to start, theres so many products, elephant blankets to cute little monkey one piece suits. We work our way around the shop starting with the high chairs. We ask for assistance on which brand and which quality is the best. Another couple listen for advice too. Parking their pram next to us, they have exactly the same pram to us. We move to the other side of the prams to check out another high chair. The price is $140 on special. “I think we found the one we want.” I suggest to Mason. He replies with a “Sure” in a “I seriously don’t care” kinda way. We tell them we would like to buy

__Wednesday 22 June 2011__

__Story Writing__

“ $2.00 for one raffle ticket, to be in the draw to be in to win a fabulous prize of $2000 to spend at the Baby Factory.” A sign stated at near the front of the supermarket as we were walking towards the slide doors. I thought to myself I should buy one or two for our five year old baby, since Mason and I don’t make a lot of money, it would really help us out.

We finish our grocery shopping and buy a couple of raffles tickets on the way out. Along with the the raffle ticket, we also got a pamphlet noting what would happen if we won. It said, “ There will be two grand winners that will split the money to go to the Baby Factory and the five runners - up will get $100 each.” “You will receive a call from the one of the staff from the Baby Factory tomorrow at 3.00pm as the raffle will be drawn tonight at 6.00pm.” Then it just said all the boring terms and conditions that no one reads.

When we arrive home I take Ava out of the pram, wrap her like a burrito in a fluffy mink blanket, kiss her on the forehead and softly place her in the middle of the bed. Just when Im about to lie down next to her, I hear my name being called by Mason. I flop up and walk toward him sitting on the couch. He asks me, “With this Baby raffle, its drawn in two days right?” “Yes.” I reply in a lazy voice. (Im so tired from Ava crying all night, its like shes nocturnal,I just feel like collapsing on the couch and snuggling up in a ball.) “Whys that?” “Because iv’e just found out that iv’e lost my job due to another company buying the business, which means we will only be living on what the government pays us, which also results in well you know... less supplies for the baby.” I sit my self down next to him and let the words sink into my brain. When it does I decide to not be mad or sad about this situation, I just think of it as at least we are all happy.

During the night, again, Im woken by the loud tears that fill my ear conn-el. But I settle Ava by giving her a bottle and rocking her. The morning is bright and birds are singing, the day is going past until we get a phone call around six o’clock. Im starting to get excited. I pick up the phone and start the conversation. “Hello?” “Hi, this is stacey from The Baby Factory, how are you today?” “Great thanks” I reply with a startled voice. “Im calling you to tell you, your number has been drawn for the raffle and you are one of the grand winners.” Im not sure if its possible if a smile can go past your nose, but it sure does feel like mine is. I give her my details and she tells me when I will receive the money.

__Wednesday 22 June 2011__

__Story Writing__

“ $2.00 for one raffle ticket, to be in the draw to be in to win a fabulous prize of $2000 to spend at the Baby Factory.” A sign stated at near the front of the supermarket as we walking towards the slide doors. I thought to myself I should buy one or two for our five year old baby, since Mason and I don’t make a lot of money, it would really help us out.

We finish our grocery shopping and buy a couple of raffles on the way out. Along with the the raffle ticket, we also got a pamphlet noting what would happen if we won. It said, “ There will be two grand winners that will split the money to go to the Baby Factory and the five runners - up will get $100 each.” “You will receive a call from the one of the staff from the Baby Factory on 17/04/2012.” Then it just said all the boring terms and conditions that no one reads.

As we arrive home I write on the calendar “ Baby Factory Raffle drawn today.” I take Ava out of the pram, wrap her like a burrito in a fluffy mink blanket, kiss her on the forehead and softly place her in the middle of the bed. Just when Im about to lie down next to her, I hear my name being called by Mason. I flop up and walk toward him sitting on the couch. He asks me, “With this Baby raffle, its drawn in two days right?” “Yes.” I reply. Im so tired from Ava crying all night, its like shes nocturnal. I just feel like collapsing on the couch and snuggling up in a ball. “Whys that?” “Because iv’e just found out that iv’e lost my job due to another company buying the business, which means we will only be living on what the government pays us

__Monday 13 June 2011__

Personification

Love:

Love wraps around you with safety and warmth with a heart as beautiful and red as a rose… with soft velvet petals that gives you tingles when you think about it. She controls your mind with strong affection, kindness and compassion with such interest… she gives sweet sentences that make you smile inside and out…. joining one another together… Poems that scream for more.