This is a short narrative I wrote before which I accidentally deleted!
The plot idea is not mine!! I found it online and thought it was very interesting and cool.
This is the plot: You just moved to a new neighborhood and you hear the music of an ice cream truck coming down the street. As you and your family walk outside, you notice all your neighbors rushing inside and locking their doors and windows.
I could maybe turn this into a story but I think I'll just keep it as a short story like this!
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MOVING INTO A NEW NEIGHBOURHOOD was never easy for Jamie and Clementine Miller, yet they’d moved around 6 times in the period of the previous months and now. Clementine sighed as she began unpacking one of the boxes labelled with “Clementine” in big letters on the front. She smiled as her eyes landed on a picture of her and her friends in her previous neighborhood.
It was hard leaving your new friends, and Clementine had barely any time to make the most of the previous town she’d been at. Her mom announced they’d be moving so sudden that it made Clementine upset. Normally she’d have no problem being told they’d move because there was nobody she wanted to stay in the town for. But this time was different.
Clementine’s eyes scanned what was now going to be her new room. Her hands rested on her hips as she did. It was quite small but there was enough room for her to enjoy herself. The plain white paint coated on the walls were slightly chipped. I’m gonna have to ask dad to re-paint my room later.
“Clementine! Come downstairs!” Her mother exclaimed, her voice echoing from downstairs. “Coming mom!” She yelled back, making her way out to the hallway and down the stairs. Speaking of, Clementine had never lived in a house with two stories before. This whole experience was new. Well, besides the moving bit.
“Could you please take this box into the first room there is when you get upstairs?” Her mother asks. “Sure.” She smiles. “You’re an angel.” Her mother smiles, going back to continue putting away the toiletries. Clementine lifts up the box and cautiously makes her way up the flight of stairs, trying her best not to drop it. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she carefully sets the box down.
As she turns around, she is met with her younger brother Jamie, rushing down the stairs. Why he was in a hurry? She didn’t know. Or at least she didn’t know until the music of an ice cream truck rang through her ears. Now knowing why her brother was in such a rush, she jogs down the stairs only to find her brother already begging her mother for some ice cream.
“Please?” Jamie pleads, attempting to make his best puppy eyes. Mrs Miller chuckles, lightly shaking her head. “Clem, could you take your brother with you to get some ice cream, love?” Her mother asks. Clementine nods happily.
She watches as her mother digs through her pockets and pull out a ten dollar bill. “A kids scoop is normally not that expensive. Come back if it costs more.” Her mother says, handing Clementine the dollar bill. Clementine nods once more, taking her brothers hand into her own, leading him outside. Jamie jumps excitedly, clapping his hands. “Can I have vanilla please, Clemmy?” The six year old asks his sister. Clementine nods, looking around at the many families and children playing outside.
Jamie and Clementine take a seat on their front porch as they wait for the ice cream truck. Clementine keeps her eyes on a particular little girl and right next to the girl was a woman that Clementine assumed to be the guardian of the child. As the ice cream truck gets closer, she watches in confusion as the guardian spots the ice cream truck in the far distance, grabs her child and runs inside quickly. They weren’t the only one though. As the music became less and less faint, and the truck came closer and closer, she could see more and more people in the neighborhood hurriedly rushing inside, locking their doors, and closing/locking their windows and curtains. This is strange.. What the hell are all these people doing and why?
