Story Idea

The moonlight slanted through the open window. Lissa sat on her knees upon her bed. Her elbows rested on the sill, and her chin was propped on her hands. Her nightgown was blowing in the soft breeze. Across the room, Lissa could hear the soft breathing of her sisters' sleeping bodies.
She was thinking, as usual. She was thinking about how she would never live up to her mother's standards. And all of the sudden, It didn't seem to matter. She got up out of bed, and walked outside. She started to walk. Faster and faster she walked, until she was running as fast as she could. All that was left behind her was her unmade bed. .

Charlotte Bixby

"No!" Charlotte screamed in protest. "I absolutely, positively, will not eat that vile veggie!"
"Charlotte, mushrooms are good for you," coaxed Mrs. Bixby.
"I HATE them!"
"Just one mushroom! Please!"
"NO!!!"
With that, Mrs. Bixby gave up. She stood up from her chair and stormed out of the dining room. Charlotte looked after her in curiosity. She heard a door slam. Peering out the window, she saw the family car pull out of the driveway. Unhappily, Charlotte slouched to the ground. She didn't want to make her mother mad, but she was not going to eat a mushroom. She mounted the stairs to her bedroom and threw open the door. In her room she had a canopy bed with a fluffy pink blanket, a desk containing paper, pens and markers, a toy chest filled with memories, a dresser with a little merry-go-round on it, and a photograph on the wall. She also had a closet. She went to her desk now, and pulled out a sheet of blank paper. On it she wrote:

Mother-

I went to my quiet place. No use calling my cell phone. Don't disturb.

With that, she left. She didn't look behind her. She didn't understand how a mushroom upset her mother so much, but she knew more than to stay in the house while her mother sulked.