“Hurry up!” called the shrill, impatient voice of Lindy Morris. In a flash, four girls dashed through the doors of the old, red and white schoolhouse and onto the dirt road. The afternoon was bright and fair and spring was in full bloom. School was out for the day and the excited girls ran eagerly toward the small village of Greenhaven. Today was Tuesday and Mr. Solomon’s candy store always received more delicious treats on Tuesdays!
The girls stopped, breathless and laughing a few hundred yards away from Mr. Solomon’s store. “I hope he has more licorice vines”, said Annie Stevens. “Yuck! I hate those!”, frowned Jane Taylor as she wrinkled her nose and made a wry face. “What do you want, CeCe?” 12 year-old Cecilia Green stuck out her lip and frowned, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. “You KNOW I hate that name, JANEY!” The girls eyed one another for a moment and then, at once, burst into laughter. “I’m sorry, CECILIA,” apologized Jane, “I forgot how you like to sound grown-up and distinguished!”
The small Masachussetts village of Greenhaven lay nestled snugly in the heart of New England. It’s rolling meadows, flower-strewn hills and babbling brooks spoke of a quite, simple life for the village’s nearly 1,000 residents. Hard work, family and faith were staples of the dawning of the American Dream. The whole country was in the midst of a time of unparalleled optimism and hope.
Realistic Fiction
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I love how much character development Cecilia has in this small part. She feels very realistic!