my vignettes

here are my two vignettes for english. tell me waht you think.

The Un-ideal

Family of

226

Edinburough Court

Right out of sitcoms some families are. Not the family 226 Edinburough Court. Father of no manners or hospitality. Mother, bold and rude when people are not around. Sister of rough play and short hair cuts. And lonely girl with nothing left in the world.

Walk in,

father will pass by like you are a black sheep in a field of white sheep. He makes you know you do not belong.

Mother kind and sturdy like the Statue of Liberty, the one in the big city of lights and chaos. When you leave, she says nothing but faulty things she noticed about you.

Sister stuck in a phase of football and dirt, short hair and rough play. Like a disease she will never part or be cured from.

Girl of sorrow and sadness, like a broken beer bottle floating in an ocean of glistening water.

Father yells about traffic, like it is as bad as an airless world. Mother sweet talks you into food from a bakery she is trying to pass off as her own cooking. Sister bothers you about what sports you like, why you aren’t full of dirt, and what your favorite thing to blow up are. Girl just walks away, like you are no longer there for her.

Girl sits on her roof, sulking like there is no tomorrow. Happy that there may not be, but still sad.

Your mom comes to get you.

Mother says bye, sweetly and charmingly like you are in fact her child.

Father looks up thanking some God he doesn’t believe in that you are leaving.

Sister brings you some present she has made, expecting you to say something in return.

Girl looks up quietly, wishing she was back home.

As the

Dogs come

Marching

In

Clitter clatter the nails sound across the tiled floor, like rain pouring down on an all tin roof. Huffing and puffing they sound, they are about to blow three houses of pigs down. Growling and clawing at the buffet almost asking in English for a treat. Spoiled dogs get them for everything. Hop up on the chair staring at you to come pet them, they act like they are geese that lay golden eggs, and expect special treatment. They run around the house, going where they please, under beds, on top of dressers (lord knows how they get up there), and even inside the tree of lights in the room everyone is always in. Finally they get to sleep, but they even mix that up and sleep in each others beds. No one knows why they need beds anyways. The lady calls them over to cut their hair.

We can’t see your face now can we?

No we can’t, oh no we can’t!

She does not understand they don’t understand what she is saying. So everyday we must be careful as the dogs decide to come marching in.