Post by Ravenmaster on May 31, 2006 11:17:46 GMT -5
I recently started to write a story about a boy who's mentally retarded sister wants to be a supermodel. The boy's name is John French and his sister is Joni French. Anyway I decided that I'll post it here, and see what feedback you guys can give me. I'm not very far and there are points where it's kind of silly because of Joni's antics and parts when it's really sad because of Joni's antics. Most of the story is taken up by John writing a paper on his sister for his College English class.
Enjoy!
My sister, Joni, has a dream. She's had this dream since she was six years old when she got a brand new bathing suit out of a catelog. She saw the girl in the catelog and looked at herself in the mirror, posing like the girl and said, "Mommy! J-john-john. I-I want to b-b-be her!" We all asked why she would want to be the girl in the catelog when she could just be herself. She said it was because the girl was in the "categog". We all understood. Joni wanted to be a supermodel, and we said she would be the greatest in the world, and she believed us. Joni, suprisingly to us, never lost that thought, despite her bad memory with things sometimes.
Then again, Joni's believed everything we told her. As her older brother, I was not allowed to be sarcastic and I was NEVER allowed to lie to her, or anyone for that mater, for fear that Joni would get confused. I was careful not to do anything that would upset her or confuse her, even when I entered my rebellious phase at 14. Joni was only two years younger, but according to the doctor, she had the social and intelligence capabilities of a 5-year-old. Joni's smart, but a slow learner. Right now, Joni is working on her modeling portfolio at the age of 16. She is normally a bit shy, but when a camera is pointed at her, she smiles big and beautiful, and no one can deny it. Joni is very beautiful and very photogenic. It's very hard for Joni to get a modeling job because of her short attention span and her disability. When she was a year old her doctor caught a tumor developing fast in her brain. They were able to cut it out and thankfully, it has never returned. The dissapointment was that it left her mentally retarded.
Joni grew up easily, speaking a mile a minute in a deep stuttering voice and playing with the other kids in the neighborhood, while her disability kept her from being normal in school. She hugged anyone who came within reach of her, which freaked my mother and me out dearly, but I was put in charge of her, and she never went anywhere without me by her side. I am proud to say that when she was three, I taught Joni her first real distinguishable word. Banana became her favorite word and food, and because a banana is yellow, she proclaimed one day that her favorite color was yellow "B-becuz', it's th-the color of a b-banana!" When she started school at the normal age of five, her first few days were hard. She didn't want to leave me. My first day of second grade, I ended up staying in her classroom with her, missing all my classes. Her favorite subject when she got a little older was and still is vocabulary. We would walk home together and she would belt out all these new words she learned, and even some I didn't know like "hyperbole" and she said, "It-it's nike when I-I a-am a f-fibber."
She entered Junior High School without any problems until she started taking easier classes for her to pay attention to, like Reading, Spelling, and History. Of course, she always had her very own aide with her.
Because she was taking classes with the other kids in 7th grade, it was a little strange for her and the other kids. I once was asked to come help in that class because of a job-shadowing program for my freshman year in high school. Joni was a little excited to see me in one of her classes but it seemed like a normal day to her. Her aide told her to sit still and behave, also telling her that I was not there to play. I repeated this to her and she sat quietly, making scribbled notes in her book. This was her history class so she listened intently. Her teacher was a good guy that I had for a history teacher as well and he made the chapter they were listening to so interesting. They were talking about the Civil War and about the more modern warfare when Joni shouted, “BOOM! L-like u-uh a s-sound-d of a-a gun! Wa-r-right, Mr. P-peters? Right!” Mr. Peters nodded but told her to settle down when an obnoxious looking kid sitting near Joni snickered. I heard him mutter, “She’s such a retard. Acting like a stupid little kid” to another student near him. That student giggled and nodded in agreement. But Joni, oblivious to this was looking at the pictures in her book, a wonderful grin on her face. With that class, I realized that one-day, I wouldn’t be able to protect my beautiful little sister…
Enjoy!
My sister, Joni, has a dream. She's had this dream since she was six years old when she got a brand new bathing suit out of a catelog. She saw the girl in the catelog and looked at herself in the mirror, posing like the girl and said, "Mommy! J-john-john. I-I want to b-b-be her!" We all asked why she would want to be the girl in the catelog when she could just be herself. She said it was because the girl was in the "categog". We all understood. Joni wanted to be a supermodel, and we said she would be the greatest in the world, and she believed us. Joni, suprisingly to us, never lost that thought, despite her bad memory with things sometimes.
Then again, Joni's believed everything we told her. As her older brother, I was not allowed to be sarcastic and I was NEVER allowed to lie to her, or anyone for that mater, for fear that Joni would get confused. I was careful not to do anything that would upset her or confuse her, even when I entered my rebellious phase at 14. Joni was only two years younger, but according to the doctor, she had the social and intelligence capabilities of a 5-year-old. Joni's smart, but a slow learner. Right now, Joni is working on her modeling portfolio at the age of 16. She is normally a bit shy, but when a camera is pointed at her, she smiles big and beautiful, and no one can deny it. Joni is very beautiful and very photogenic. It's very hard for Joni to get a modeling job because of her short attention span and her disability. When she was a year old her doctor caught a tumor developing fast in her brain. They were able to cut it out and thankfully, it has never returned. The dissapointment was that it left her mentally retarded.
Joni grew up easily, speaking a mile a minute in a deep stuttering voice and playing with the other kids in the neighborhood, while her disability kept her from being normal in school. She hugged anyone who came within reach of her, which freaked my mother and me out dearly, but I was put in charge of her, and she never went anywhere without me by her side. I am proud to say that when she was three, I taught Joni her first real distinguishable word. Banana became her favorite word and food, and because a banana is yellow, she proclaimed one day that her favorite color was yellow "B-becuz', it's th-the color of a b-banana!" When she started school at the normal age of five, her first few days were hard. She didn't want to leave me. My first day of second grade, I ended up staying in her classroom with her, missing all my classes. Her favorite subject when she got a little older was and still is vocabulary. We would walk home together and she would belt out all these new words she learned, and even some I didn't know like "hyperbole" and she said, "It-it's nike when I-I a-am a f-fibber."
She entered Junior High School without any problems until she started taking easier classes for her to pay attention to, like Reading, Spelling, and History. Of course, she always had her very own aide with her.
Because she was taking classes with the other kids in 7th grade, it was a little strange for her and the other kids. I once was asked to come help in that class because of a job-shadowing program for my freshman year in high school. Joni was a little excited to see me in one of her classes but it seemed like a normal day to her. Her aide told her to sit still and behave, also telling her that I was not there to play. I repeated this to her and she sat quietly, making scribbled notes in her book. This was her history class so she listened intently. Her teacher was a good guy that I had for a history teacher as well and he made the chapter they were listening to so interesting. They were talking about the Civil War and about the more modern warfare when Joni shouted, “BOOM! L-like u-uh a s-sound-d of a-a gun! Wa-r-right, Mr. P-peters? Right!” Mr. Peters nodded but told her to settle down when an obnoxious looking kid sitting near Joni snickered. I heard him mutter, “She’s such a retard. Acting like a stupid little kid” to another student near him. That student giggled and nodded in agreement. But Joni, oblivious to this was looking at the pictures in her book, a wonderful grin on her face. With that class, I realized that one-day, I wouldn’t be able to protect my beautiful little sister…