Part 2: First Draft

Abigail sat in her room absorbing her surroundings: walls painted in plum purple and lavender, a twin bed with a white (painted metal) bed frame, with a budding rose and vine design, a closet with two white sliding doors, a tall dresser (taller than her) with a black 32in box TV. The closet was over flowing with clothes that she thought probably didn’t belong to her, some of her favorite books, and miscellaneous little girls toys in shades of pink and purple. However, a yellow-tinted, glass piggy bank caught her eye. It sat atop of the third shelf above the drawers in the closet. The piggy bank only contained pennies. She thinks about what she did yesterday; she played miniature golf with her Daddy at the Magic Castle. And then she remembers that the day before yesterday her mommy dropped her off with her Daddy at the grocery store. Her parents are divorced, a faint feeling of despair washes over her as she thinks of that and then it is replaced with a heavy wave of relief because she knows her parents are not good together. 

The first time she saw the glass piggy bank with all the pennies inside... she was walking into the kitchen of her dad old house. The sliding door to the back yard was open. Her dad walked through the front door and into the kitchen where she stood. He was holding the piggy bank. She asked her Daddy about the pig, he answered, “This is a piggy bank and it is filled with pennies for you,” she noticed it wasn’t full. He lifted her on to the ugly white counter. “We will fill it up and you will save it for college,” he told her. Her Dad had walked out of the kitchen and into the the brown backyard.

Abigail heard her name being called and the memory of her piggy bank went to the back of her mind. Abigail stepped out of her room and walked down a long hallway to see an ugly green fireplace at the end of it. She walked into the next room where she passed a long light wood table with eight big wooden chairs with funny red cushions that tied to the chairs. Next to the table was the garage door, a few feet from the door was her white table where she ate dinner and worked on her homework packets. And straight ahead, behind the closed sliding door was her sweet Rottweiler puppy. She turned to her left to face the kitchen, where she found her Dad. “Are you hungry?” he asked. She shook her head no.