Earlier this month me and Eve needed some supplies for our sharks, so Eve Elly and I went to Michaels. Elly found a small wooden chest to paint. Not having money with her, she asked Eve to buy it and she would pay her back.
Eve: How much money do you have?
Elly: I have twelve dollars.
Eve: How much is the chest?
Elly: Two dollars.
Eve: Oh! Great, I can totally buy that for you.
Elly: Eve, you have to understand I ONLY have twelve dollars..
Eve: Yeah, I understand
Elly: Eve, you’ll have to pay the rest.
Eve: I think we can work something out.
In other news, I found a piece I had written awhile ago on November, I am very fond of the month. Ian has helped me revise it. I'll put the two versions here so I can find them again someday.
First version:
November creeps up on me again, when I least expect it. Huddled in my schoolwork, I never notice it advancing. I’m suddenly reminded when I order today’s coffee special off the menu. Expecting my regular overly sweetened mint cookie latte, I take a sip. Warm cinnamon and spiced pumpkin coat my tastebuds, in confusion I check today's date on my phone. November 1st. I take another sip, trying not to look crazy. When I leave, the whole world puts on a different outfit. I can taste the apple pastries just by looking at the november leaves. The sky’s cloudy disposition looks like whipped cream and frothed milk. I imagine meeting at my moms house, hot chocolate made and ready to drink. When I sleep tonight, my blankets will feel like the comfort of warm soup and my dreams like hot pies. And so November arrives.
Ian the editor's version:
November creeps up on me again. I never notice it advancing huddled in my schoolwork. I’m suddenly reminded when I order today’s coffee. Expecting my regular overly sweetened mint cookie latte, I take a sup. In confusion of the warm cinnamon and spiced pumpkin coating my tastebuds, I check today's date on my phone. “November 1st.” I take another sup hoping not to look crazy. The whole world puts on a different outfit when I leave. I can taste the apple pastries by just looking at the november leaves. The sky’s cloudy disposition like whipped cream and frothed milk. I imagine meeting at my moms house, hot chocolate made and ready to drink. When I sleep, my blankets feel like comforting warm soup, and my dreams like hot pies. And so November arrives.