MORRIS WATERS By Serenity, age 9
Jimmy dribbled down the court. A player from the other team pushed him to the ground. There were ten more seconds left in the game. “Oww.” It felt as if the sky had fallen on his hip. “Please help me,” Jimmy said.
Jimmy’s team called a timeout. An ambulance took Jimmy to the hospital. His hip was broken. He stayed there for weeks. It still was broken. Jimmy said, “When is my hip going to be fixed?”
“I don’t know,” said the doctor.
Jimmy had never had so many tests done on him in his life. Painful ones with needles.
Finally it was time for Jimmy to go home. His mom gave him pain medication. He started to walk more and more each day. One day, he went out for a walk and forgot his water bottle at home. He fell to the ground, dehydrated. Hours later Jimmy woke up with chatter.
“Oh my poor baby,” his mom said. “Oh my baby.”
“I am ok, Mom,” Jimmy said, twitching an eye.
A few days later he lay on the couch, watching TV when a commercial came on. A man said in a deep and strong voice, “Do you want to walk more?”
“Then try Morris Waters. It gets you on the go. Free shipping and handling.” Barney was on next. I love you, you love me, we’re a big happy family with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you. Won’t you say you love me too?
“Boring,” Jimmy said, and changed it to Sponge Bob. He heard someone in the hall and he recognized the jingle of his mom’s keys.
She gave him a hug and said, “I hope you feel better today?”
He didn’t say a word.
“I am going to cook dinner. What do you want?”
“I don’t know.”
“How about fish?”
They ate. Jimmy picked at the bones with his fork. “Mama I need to- never mind.”
“What baby?” She said.
“Never mind, Mama.”
Jimmy spent the next morning on the couch, channel-surfing. He stopped on Exercise TV. Yoga for Kids was on. Jimmy got on the floor and copied the woman on the screen. Gently, bend at the hips, lower your forehead to the floor. This is Child’s Pose. Beautiful.
“It is beautiful,” Jimmy whispered to himself.
“What’s beautiful?” Jimmy’s mom said from the doorway. “I thought you were injured?” She glared at him. She looked flabbergasted.
He clicked off the TV but hid in child’s pose like a turtle. “Ok. I’ve been fine for a week. I just didn’t want to go to school. I hate how you make kissy-kissy faces at me when you drop me off.”
“What did you say?”
“No, you said something. What did you say?”
“I said you have pretty eyes.”
“Fine, I’ll tell you. I said I don’t like when you make kissy-kissy faces at me at school.”
“Have I ever embarrassed you?”
“You do not talk that way to your mama. Now go to your room.”
“I hate you.” He went to his room and locked his door. He found a notebook with a π on the cover and wrote I HATE MY MOM in big letters on it.
The next day Jimmy came home from school and looked for the notebook. His mother was already home from work.
Jimmy said, “How was your day?”
She opened her bag and took out the notebook with π on the cover. She flipped to the page that said I HATE MY MOM. “You wrote this?”
The next day at school Jimmy opened his lunchbox and found a note that said, Sorry I yelled at you. I was out of line. There is a surprise for you, at home. Ok. P.S Love you.
“Wow,” said Joey, leaning over Jimmy’s note. “Are you a mama’s boy or something?”
When Jimmy came home from school he saw a big package at the front door. It said, For Jimmy Smith.
“Surprise!” said his mother, opening the front door.
“What is that?”
“Your package, silly. Open it.”
Jimmy ripped open the package and found a DVD box that said, MORRIS WATERS YOGA KIT FOR KIDS AND GROWN-UPS.
“Sooo…. Do you like it?”
“Mom, you really didn’t need to do this. Really.”
“Ohh, don’t be silly. I will do anything for you.”
They went inside and Jimmy’s mom carefully placed the DVD in the player and pressed PLAY. They sat on the floor in front of the TV. Now, go into half-lotus. Jimmy’s mom placed one ankle on top of the other and Jimmy followed.
“Ah, I think I just broke my hip again.”
About the Author
Hi, my name is Serenity. I am nine years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom. My brother and my great-grandma live here too. If I could have a superpower I would pick being a mind reader because I am curious. I would also like to travel to the future. I would go to the year 2100 because I want to see myself eighty-nine years from now. I want to be good at drawing and writing. I am also the author of That’s the Way Life Works.
THAT’S THE WAY LIFE WORKS By Serenity, age 8
Lotte slides into home plate. Her shoes untie and she trips over the laces. “Home run!!! Home run!!!” the fans shout. She tries so hard not to cry or waste time doing her shoes again. Her teammates cheer. Her parents and friends are waiting. Lotte sees her mom and dad in the stands.
They celebrate the big win with steaks and ice cream at a restaurant in San Francisco with gold wallpaper and a crystal chandelier. There are party hats and games, music and presents. Waiters wear dark blue uniforms. But Lotte’s leg hurts the whole time. It feels like a tornado. Her leg keeps on spinning. She pulls on her mom’s shirt and says, “My leg hurts really bad.” It hurts but she holds her tears.
Her parents take her to the hospital. In the waiting room there are wheelchairs, doorways, canes and windows. It smells like medicine. They wait for two hours. Doctors do tests on Lotte’s leg. They say she cannot play baseball anymore.
Lotte’s parents go to a window called Accounts. The lady there gives them the bill.
They say, “Wow! Now that’s a lot of money.”
The lady says, “Those are the usual charges sir.”
The tests are over. They get the results. Lotte’s bone is broken.
They come home from the hospital. Lotte lies on the couch. She feels sad. She takes a nap. Lotte dreams that she is playing baseball and she does not have a broken leg. She wins the game. She hears her mom calling her name.
She wakes up and falls off the couch and says, “Aww, my leg!”
Her mom says, “Sorry, Lotte.”
About the Author
My name is Serenity. I am eight years old. I live with my mom in San Francisco. I like to draw and write. I am good at running. I want to get better at Writers’ Workshop. When I grow up I want to be a brain surgeon because I’ve never really seen the inside of a human body and I’d like to experience that. What confuses me most is Fridays. Sometimes my mom says she is going out but then changes her mind and changes her mind again.