Creative Writing: Sheriff Began's Trip To The Bedroom

“Or,” said Mac, his eyes sparkling as he elicited a few moments of horror from his younger siblings, “baby’s toes!” “Gross,” blurted out Brian. He leaned over, pretending to retch on the grass. With each step, one of the boys would yell toes and someone would stop to ‘throw up’. Getting to their front porch took longer than usual. Shrieks of laughter, grumbling, and speculation bounced off the hallway walls as the younger boys headed for their showers and the older ones returned to the classroom to work on their projects. There would be no arguments about bedtime tonight. While enjoyable for everyone, today’s trip in the VRC had been an exhausting experience. The minute their heads hit their pillows, most of them were asleep. The gentle rhythm of its sleeping inhabitants became a quiet …show more content…
Here, it was more like a badge of honor. Being considered normal, was to be creative, adventurous, and resourceful. The O’Neills discovered that Taos was filled with a cast of eccentric and unusual characters, even some who spoke Irish in hushed tones when they thought nobody was listening. The residents seemed to have split themselves into two camps, Sheriff Govnu’s and Suilgen Vega’s. At Cafe au Lair, the two groups sat in separate sections. The kids challenged each other to meet every person in town and figure out where their loyalty lay. It had become a hilarious and time-consuming hobby. One afternoon followed another as the shorter days foretold approaching winter storms. In spite of the dismal forecasts that called for more frequent earthquakes and devastating weather patterns, the children sank into their daily routines. On the schedule after breakfast were classes in history, battle strategies, and Irish studies. After a brief lunch break, they finished their day with the much-anticipated weapons and martial arts