Creative Writing - 'The Gift'
I open my eyes. It’s still dark. I look towards the green
glow that is emanating from the corner of my room. 6:00AM. Just a couple more hours…Nah forget it I can’t wait any longer. I
stumble out of bed then out into the hall I go, quietly so I don’t wake up the
rest of my family. I perch at the top of the stairs, looking down into the
darkness below. Pitch black. Down the stairs I go as stealthy as a cat. Careful
not to place my foot on the creaking step halfway down. I walk slowly to my
left into the kitchen.
I turn to my left feeling around for the door knob of the living room door. I find it and pause for a second to collect my thoughts. I open the door, cautiously, half expecting someone to jump out at me. My hands float along the wall to my right, until I find the light switch. The dark blanket is lifted. Light floods the room, uncovering every inch of it. My eyes focus in on the shining, tinsel-covered, green tree in front of me, then to the crowd of presents sitting underneath. I lunge for my presents, silent but deadly. My hands grip the paper and tear it open without a care in the world. Sweat creeps along the back of my neck. My heart skips a beat. I cannot believe what I am seeing.
A Nintendo Wii! At this point I’m practically exploding with excitement. I open the box and peer inside at the contents. White like the whitest of wedding cakes. My nose instantly picks up that fresh ‘new thing’ smell. With a quick glance at the manual, the console leaps into my hands and I race to the TV, without thinking about how much noise I’m making and set it up. I seize the controller from the box. It’s chunky, smooth and as white as the crisp sheets of a hospital bed. I turn on the TV. Lower the volume. Almost mute. I place the game CD into the slot on my console. Scccchhh…I watch mesmerised as the Wii purrs and sucks up the disk, deep into its depths.
I click through the menus and set up a game of baseball. I stand in the middle of the room. I wait for the pitcher to serve the ball. Complete silence. Then suddenly, whoosh, the ball is launched towards me. It’s a curveball. Damn! I bring my arm back. My avatar and I in total sync. The ball only a short distance away. I violently swing my arm forwards. SMACK! I look down at my hand and notice it empty. I look up at the TV. Oh no…glass everywhere. Remote jutting out of the TV. Broken. I had forgotten to put on the safety wristband; the remote must have flown out of my hand. What are the odds? As I hear the sound of feet moving down the stairs, I dread what is to come.
I turn to my left feeling around for the door knob of the living room door. I find it and pause for a second to collect my thoughts. I open the door, cautiously, half expecting someone to jump out at me. My hands float along the wall to my right, until I find the light switch. The dark blanket is lifted. Light floods the room, uncovering every inch of it. My eyes focus in on the shining, tinsel-covered, green tree in front of me, then to the crowd of presents sitting underneath. I lunge for my presents, silent but deadly. My hands grip the paper and tear it open without a care in the world. Sweat creeps along the back of my neck. My heart skips a beat. I cannot believe what I am seeing.
A Nintendo Wii! At this point I’m practically exploding with excitement. I open the box and peer inside at the contents. White like the whitest of wedding cakes. My nose instantly picks up that fresh ‘new thing’ smell. With a quick glance at the manual, the console leaps into my hands and I race to the TV, without thinking about how much noise I’m making and set it up. I seize the controller from the box. It’s chunky, smooth and as white as the crisp sheets of a hospital bed. I turn on the TV. Lower the volume. Almost mute. I place the game CD into the slot on my console. Scccchhh…I watch mesmerised as the Wii purrs and sucks up the disk, deep into its depths.
I click through the menus and set up a game of baseball. I stand in the middle of the room. I wait for the pitcher to serve the ball. Complete silence. Then suddenly, whoosh, the ball is launched towards me. It’s a curveball. Damn! I bring my arm back. My avatar and I in total sync. The ball only a short distance away. I violently swing my arm forwards. SMACK! I look down at my hand and notice it empty. I look up at the TV. Oh no…glass everywhere. Remote jutting out of the TV. Broken. I had forgotten to put on the safety wristband; the remote must have flown out of my hand. What are the odds? As I hear the sound of feet moving down the stairs, I dread what is to come.
