Wally-World: A Short Story

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“Can I go with you, mom?” I asked, bored out of my mind. Everytime my mom went somewhere, I had to go with her. I hated being home without my mom. I jumped in my moms car, put my seatbelt on, and waiting on my mom to start the car. My sisters were in middle school. I was just four years old so I stayed at home all day. I was perfectly fine with staying at home, but if my mom couldn’t stay at home, I would go wherever she was going. Even if she had to go to work, I would go with her. I’m pretty sure that I am my mom’s favorite, but that’s because I’m the youngest. My mom never got to see her family, because they live 5 hours away. We always got to see My dad’s side of the family, because they live in Heber. I loved my family, but sometimes …show more content…

After I continuously asked where we were going she finally answered me. We were going to “Wally-World.” That’s what we called walmart. Walmart was my favorite store, but i’m not sure why. I was never sure of a lot of things. My mom and I walked into Wally-World. I was so excited, I started jumping up and down. I didn’t know what we were getting, so I continuously asked my mom what we were there for. “Mom! What are we getting?” I asked, over and over again. Finally, she decided to answer, but it wasn’t the answer I hoped for. “You’ll see. It’s a surprise.” She said, smiling. I didn’t say anything the rest of the time we were in …show more content…

All I could remember is where it happened and when it happened. I walked into the living room, and everybody was watching our favorite show, law and order. I jumped on the couch beside my mom and tagged along. I tried forgetting about the crash, but for some reason it keeps coming back to me. I don’t know why. “Mom,” I said. “Whats wrong?” My mom asked. I stood quiet for a few minutes, thinking about how I was going to say what I was going to say. “What if we get in another car crash? What if it’s worse?” I asked We both stood quiet for a few minutes. My mom had no way to answer my question. I got up and walked to my room because I was tired of thinking about it. My mom walked into my room asking if I was okay. “Yea, I’m fine.” I said, smiling. The next day I felt really sick. I asked my mom to take me to the doctor, and that’s what she did. The doctor said I had a “turtle in my stomach,” and since I was four, I believed it. They finally decided to tell me it was just a joke, but knowing me, I was stuck on thinking there was a turtle in my stomach. To this day, I still don’t know what that

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