Spider to the Rescue!
[Day Eighteen: Writing 101, Hone Your Point of View
The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.]
It’s a shame what is happening to Mrs. Pauley. She is a nice lady, kinda strange, but she always treats me nice. My Dad lived in this house when he was a kid, and he grew up with Mrs. Pauley’s boys. They was about the same age as Dad, and they always played together as kids, then hung out when they were teenagers. I think Dad was in one of the Pauley boy’s wedding once.
Dad always liked Mrs. Pauley, but Mom didn’t. Mom lived in the neighborhood when she was a little girl, and she said her girlfriends did not like to come over to her house because they were scared of Mrs. Pauley. Dad always said “that’s silly.” Mom would say “I’m not so sure.”
I heard Mom talking to one of the other neighbors about Mrs. Pauley and how the landlord who owned the house was coming to evict Mrs. Pauley. That means he coud kick her out and take all her stuff out and set it on he curb. The neighbor, Mrs. Smith, said that was just awful, but what did Mom expect?
Like this morning, I was sitting here on the step, and Mrs. Pauley waved and hollered over
“Good morning, James.”
“Hi, Mrs. Pauley.” She always calls me “James,” instead of “Spider,” which is my street name. Mom doesn’t like it when I say my name is Spider, she says it sounds like a gang name. Mom always calls me “Jimmy” or “Jim.”
It is pretty quiet this morning, no traffic, and no kids outside playing. It is nice and sunny, maybe a good day to ride up to the store or over to the playground. There is no school, because it is Saturday. That means it will be boring around here. I guess I’ll just sit here on the porch swing and read my new comic book, Spiderman. That’s where I got my nickname.
A car just pulled up in Mrs. Pauley’s driveway, way up by the garage. The man who was driving looked at me, but then he just started looking down like he has something he is reading. I wonder who this is…I have a kinda weird feeling about it, like something is wrong. I better just mind my own business and read my comic bok.
Oh-oh, here comes a police car…I hope he keeps on driving by. He’s stopping, and pulling in behind the car in Mrs. Pauley’s driveway. The cop is getting out of the car, and he is looking around. The man in the car is getting out and now he is standing by the cop and they are talking and looking at Mrs. Pauley’s house.
Mrs. Pauley has come to her front door and opened it. They walk up onto Mrs. Pauley’s front porch and are talking to her. The landlord is waving his arms around like he is mad.
I am just at a good part in my comic book.. it is really cool–Spiderman has just dropped down in front of a house. There is an old woman with a cat, and a mean-looking dude in a tall black hat like magicians wear–and WHAT? The comic book lady is screaming. The man in the tall hat has a knife…no, it’s a sword!
A cop…er, police officer (Mom says it isn’t nice to say “cop,” it’s like an insult or something,) in the next panel of the comic has his gun drawn. The cop is grabbing the man’s arms…now he is putting handcuffs on the mean man. Spiderman is handing some papers to the old lady in the comic strip.
Mom is calling me for lunch. Grilled cheese on rye bread, and tomato soup. My favorite lunch.
“How is your new comic book, Jimmy?”
I tell Mom the new comic is great, and I start to tell her about how weird it is that the action in the comic book sort of was like the scene with Mrs. Pauley and the landlord, and the Cop.
“Oh, Mrs. Pauley had some good news,” Mother said with a smile, “her sons got together and bought the house from the landlord. One of the sons is a policeman now, and he was the one to bring her the news.”
Wow! Maybe Mom is right…maybe I DO read too many comics.