Chapter 1: The Horrifying Ballet
Right before our favorite TV show began, my mother suddenly
cried excitedly for us to get dressed. She told us that we were going to a
ballet performance. We instantly refused for we went to a symphony before and
the moment we walked inside, we fell asleep. Ballet wouldn’t be different. My mother insisted. She tried to persuade us saying it would fun and our first
ballet we would be going to. She begged us to go explaining how the tickets
were free because one of her colleagues donated the tickets that were $30 each.
We still refused to go, all the while not peeling our eyes from the television
screen. With an exasperated sigh, my mother marched up to the television and
tapped the on/off switch.
“We’re going whether you like it, or not”, she growled.
We sighed knowing we lost the argument and went upstairs to
get dressed still wondering what would happen in the television show.
Chapter 2: Fancy Mother
When we came back down, we saw my mother dressing up. She was
combing her hair when she spotted us. She looked with disapproval when she saw that we
wore a normal top with worn jeans. She sighed and went back to her makeup.
“You could’ve worn something more...pleasing”, my mother said
while putting on lipstick.
She then told us to get the TTC tickets and tokens. We
obediently retrieved the tickets and tokens from the table my mother had
described. We dropped them in her expensive beige and brown Coach purse leaning
against the washroom door where my mother was fixing her hair. After 10 long minutes
my mother finally came out of the bathroom. Our mouths dropped open for she
was now a completely different person. My once plain mother was now wearing
her favourite, white Ralph Lauren sweater instead of her striped top. She wore long
black pants complementing the sweater. She wore some shiny magenta lipstick and
a bit of blush. Her hair was smooth and straight and it was pinned up with a
flowery hair clip. We smelled a sweet scent so we knew my mother put on
perfume. She smiled when she saw us gawking at her and strolled up the stairs as
if it was the red carpet to retrieve my father.
Chapter 3: Going To Our Doom
After a few minutes, my mother finally dragged my father
down the stairs telling him how "exciting" the ballet performance would be. One
look on my father’s face told us he wanted to go back to his computer. At
least he wasn’t alone.
“Another sleeping pill”, I muttered as we trudged across the
gray, sun-baked sidewalk trying to be as slow as I could.
My sister agreed.
“The Fairy Doll is the name of the ballet”, my mother was
explaining. “It is about a doll who has magic and makes other dolls alive.”
Yeah, whatever I thought.
We
were soon in the cool subway station that blocked out the blazing heat of the
sun. The coolness was some comfort to what would happen soon. To our dismay, the
subway arrived too quickly and soon we were back outside into the heat of the
sun trying to find a theatre named Cardinal Carter Theatre. Every inch of my
body wanted me to turn around, run back into the subway station, and go back
home. However, as I was thinking these thoughts, we were pushing open the doors
of the theatre.
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