Dear Katie, and other readers... This is a story I started writing. I didn't want to put all of it on at once, for I didn't want to waste anyones time and I wanted your input on the first chapter. If you like it let me know ASAP and I will post the second chapter, however remeber that it is unfinished and it stops in the middle of the third chapter. I will continue to add to it, however with summer reading books to read, and my new job to go to, I am not sure how much luck I will have with getting much more added right away. If you like it, and want to know what happens, let me know and supply and demand means that I will have more of the product completed. Thanks for believing Katie!
By: Thumbelina Girl 2007*
Dedicated to Katie S. My biggest Fan!!!
As she walked alone down the lonely dusty old road, she thought about everything that has happened in her life. Why was she the one that everything happened to? Why was her life so hard compared to everyone else?s? She wiped a tear a continued walking toward the setting sun.
Treva was born into the Christianson family. Her parents, Thalia and Frank, were proud to have such a beautiful child. Their luck, however, was about to change. The night of December 16th, Treva?s mother and father had to leave town on business. Although Treva was too young to understand why her parents had to leave her, she knew that something was not right. She felt it deep within her body that something was going to happen, that would change her story forever. At the age of four, her parents had Delia, Treva?s grandmother, come and watch their beloved child while they were away. Preparations for their departure began as soon as Delia arrived. The house soon was filled with commotion, a commotion that Treva was not used to. She tried her best to be a good girl; one that her parents would be proud of, although everyone running around like livestock gone mad frightened her so. Her mother packed her and her father?s clothes, while Treva sat upon their bed, watching her mother fold their clothes in an orderly fashion. ?Don?t worry Treva,? her mother said in a soothing voice. ?Your father and I will be back before too long.? Treva?s heart lifted a little, even though the unbearable feeling of dire happenings was upon her. She forced a slight smile. ?Good morning my sun shines,? said Treva?s father as he entered the room, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek. ?Why peach, you look a little worried? he said when he saw his daughter upon the bed. ?Don?t worry,? he said as he picked her up. ?Daddy and mommy will be back before you start pre-school. Mama D has breakfast waiting for us in the kitchen.? he said, grinning at the worried Treva in his arms. ?Mommy will be out shortly.? he said walking down the hallway, and descending the stairs to the main floor. As Treva and her father entered the kitchen, the fragrance of fried bacon, warm biscuits and gravy, and eggs filled the air. ?Well good morning miss Treva,? said Delia as she placed the food on the table. ?I have a treat for you after you finish your breakfast. Treva smiled. ?Treat!? she exclaimed in joy. ?Treat after yummies!? she giggled in contentment. ?That a girl.? said Frank. ?Eat up.? he said as he placed her in her high chair. ?Where?s Thalia?? Delia asked. ?Oh, she will be down in a minute. She?s just finishing?? he paused glancing toward Treva, who was covered in gravy and was munching on her bacon. ?She is finishing P-A-C-K-I-N-G for the T-R-I-P.? he said, spelling the words out so that he wouldn?t disturb Treva?s content, as she started on her eggs. ?Okay.? said Delia. ?Why don?t you run and tell her that she can finish Pa?? she started to say. ?Um..,? she glanced at Treva, who was now looking back and forth between Delia and her father with a clueless expression on her face. ?She can finish that later, and to come and eat before he coffee gets cold.? she said grinning. Treva went back to sloppily eating her breakfast, not understanding what had just happened. ?Okay.? said Frank with an expression of gratitude for not worrying Treva. ?I?ll do that.? About three minutes later Thalia and Frank entered the room, holding each other in their arms, and laughing about something that had happened. ?Now now children, the laughing can continue after breakfast is eaten. I don?t want it to go cold.? ?Yes mamma,? said Thalia, giving a playful glance toward Frank, who was now sitting next to Treva, feeding her the rest of her biscuits. Breakfast was soon cleared and Thalia had finished packing. It was now close to the time for their departure. She discreetly brought the suitcases downstairs, and knowing that Frank was playing with Treva in the den, she quietly took them out the back door and around to the front lawn. She knew how hard it was going to be for Treva when she and Frank left. She cleared the thoughts of sorrow from her mind, knowing that they would only make Treva?s mixed feelings worse. She re-entered the house, and walked into the den, where Frank and Treva were sitting. ?Honey,? Frank said softly, ?come see this.? She carefully walked toward them and noticed that a book lay open in front of Treva. ?Pony.? she heard Treva say, as she pointed to the picture of the beautiful horse inside the storybook. ?Pony left?the mar--ket.? she slowly read with uncertainty. Tears slowly came to Thalia?s eyes. She knew that Treva was at a stage in her life where she was beginning to learn everything. Frank looked up at her with a saddened face. Thalia wiped her tears just in time, for Treva looked up excited, knowing that she had accomplished something that she was unable to do before. Thalia ran over and picked her up, swinging her in the air. ?Good job, my peach, you read!? She then hugged her closely, knowing that in about three hours, she had to leave her daughter for a while. As the time passed, they spent their last three hours at home with their daughter before their business trip to Rome, Italy. They read, laughed, played dolls, and played with blocks, until they heard a booming knock on the door. Thalia?s face grew grim as she looked at her husband, who was no longer laughing. He rose and answered the door as Thalia began saying goodbye to Treva. ?Good afternoon, Mr. Hopkins.? said Frank to the man standing in the doorway. ?Everyone is waiting,? said Mr. Hopkins. ?Are you and Thalia ready to go?? he asked looking past him at Thalia, holding Treva tightly in her arms. ?Hello Treva!? said Mr. Hopkins. Treva grinned. She like Mr. Hopkins. He was the man that worked with her mother and father, and always brought her lollipops. ?Sucker!?? she asked almost in a demanding way. ?Treva!? scolded her mother, who soon laughed at the though of her daughter being smart enough to remember Mr. Hopkins. Even if he wasn?t that hard of a man to forget, it was an accomplishment that a three year old remembered him. Mr. Anthony J. Hopkins was a tall, husky man. His hair was usually unkempt, and he had facial whiskers that would frighten a dog. His eyes were angelic, however, their blue twinkling gave him a gentle disposition. His cheeks were round and rosy; he was an allegory of Santa Claus, making him seem like a gentle person to a child. ?Almost,? said Thalia, as she rose from the floor, still holding Treva. The tears in her eyes showed Mr. Hopkins and Frank that she wasn?t ready to leave, but she knew that it was time. Handing Treva over to Frank she told them that she was going to say goodbye to her mother. Treva dutifully went into the arms of her father. She gave him a big hug and kiss. ?I wuv you daddy.? she said quietly. ?I love you too, my little peach.? Treva giggled as her father rubbed her under her chin with his rough facial hair. ?Mommy and I are gonna have to leave now, but remember to be good to Mama D, you understand?? Treva, beginning to realize that the time had finally come gave a slight nod of her head. ?Yes Daddy.? she said softly. Delia and Thalia came from the kitchen, they both looked like they had been crying. ?Come here my precious peach.? said Thalia softly. She took Treva out of Frank?s arms and gave her a big squeeze. Delia and Frank each said their goodbyes. ?Mr. Hopkins,? said Delia. ?You make sure my babies don?t miss their flight now.? She winked at him. He smiled and assured her that they had plenty of time so they didn?t have to rush. ?Now honey, Daddy and I will be gone for a while?? Thalia began to say. ?And I will be good for Mama.? Treva finished her sentence. They all chuckled at this little comment. ?Good girl. I love you.? ?Love you too, mommy.? said Treva. Delia told Treva that after mommy and daddy left for her to come into the kitchen for some supper, then retired once again to the kitchen. Thalia put Treva down and patted Mr. Hopkins on the shoulder, as she went forward and grabbed her suit case. One of her other co-workers was standing by the trunk, waiting to help her place her luggage into the car. Frank bent down and gave Treva one last hug. ?Goodbye honey? Don?t get sour.? Treva laughed. ?And don?t get eaten by any worms.? she replied. He grabbed his suitcase and took it to the car. Mr. Hopkins lingered a while longer, and once Frank and Thalia were in the car. He bent down and handed Treva a peach flavored lollipop. ?Here peach.? he grinned. ?Don?t let it ruin your appetite. Treva smiled and promised him she wouldn?t. ?Bye Anfony.? she yelled waving to him as he opened the drivers door. ?Bye Peach!? he yelled back. Frank and Thalia both began to wave as Mr. Hopkins started the engine. Thalia would have waved longer but she had to turn her head so that Treva would not see the tears streaming down her face. Treva knew better not to cry. Her father wouldn?t be happy. So she took a deep breath and went into the kitchen to find Delia sitting at the table with soup and sandwiches waiting. Treva quietly took a seat across the table. ?Now eat up peach, then afterwards we could go on a nice walk in the park, or read a book.? Treva gave no response. Delia became quiet and understood how upset Treva must be. So they sat eating their supper in total silence. When Treva had finished her soup and half of her sandwich, she quietly asked if she may be excused. ?Sure baby.? said Delia in a comforting voice. Treva began to leave the room, but hurriedly ran back to the table and placed her supper dishes on the counter near the sink and gave Delia a slight peck on the cheek. Then she left the room. Delia cleaned up supper, and thought about how hard life was going to be for the next couple of months for little Treva. ?God help her.? she said under her breath. When she had finished wiping the counters off, she turned to the table to find Treva standing in the doorway with her pajamas on, holding her teddy bear. ?You ready for bed already?? Delia asked surprised. ?I?n a little sleepy Mama, but you can reads to me if ya wanna.? said Treva. Delia grinned softly. ?Lemme finish wiping down the table, and I will be up in a bit.? Treva left and as Delia placed the wash rag neatly on the sink, she heard Treva climbing the stairs. When she entered the room, Delia found Treva sitting in bed under her covers, and clutching her teddy bear. As she moved closer, she noticed that her pony book was lying open in her lap. Treva looked up with big round eyes, her face all red with tears. ?Sorry mama, but I don?t feel like being read to anymore.? she said with gasps of breath amid her words. Delia watched sorrowfully as Treva slid the book of her lap and onto the floor beside the bed. She then slid down beneath the covers, and turned, still holding onto her teddy bear. Delia still heard soft whimpers coming from the lump of child on the bed, as she bent down to pick up the book. She placed it on the nightstand beside Treva?s bed then went around to the other side. ?I?ll be right down the hall if you need anything, peach.? she said whispering. Then she bent down and gave Treva a kiss. ?Good night sweetie.? Delia turned off the light, not knowing that Treva?s life was about to get even more complicated.
*Name changed for writer's safety.