October 14, 2013

Vital Vocab 7

It's hard to bring yourself to write a vital vocab when your mind is swimming with ideas for a short story (ahh, something else for class, which I'll post later).  It's especially hard when your blog is named after that short story's main character.  But this is an assignment too, and I rather like Isaac so...let's get to it.

Prompt: --
Vocab (underlined): concise, construe, cumulative, coalesce, caustic (adj.)
Grammar Focus: to/too/two, properly use a colon

Isaac Bade-
     That night at dinner, I picked at my food while Aunt Gaile went on about this, that and the other thing, mostly news pieces she'd found vaguely interesting and stories she'd already told.  She was many things, but she wasn't concise.
     "Anyway," she said for perhaps the two-millionth time, "it all just seemed sort of silly to me."  She fell silent for a moment and watched as I quietly prodded my peas.  "Too many?" she asked.  I shook my head and we were quiet.
     "Oh Isaac," she murmured, and I glanced up.  "What I wouldn't give..."  I rubbed my neck uncomfortably, avoiding her eyes.  Give to what? I wondered.  To see my notebook?  To bring them back?  God, if you could just finish your sentences for once...  I cut myself short, before my thoughts got too caustic.  I couldn't afford to be mad at my aunt Gaile.  Besides, she didn't deserve it; the woman wouldn't hurt a fly.
     I spread out my peas, then had them coalesce in the center of my plate, forming a cumulative pile.  Status: stereotypical ten-year-old.  Finally, I started to scoop up and eat them; Aunt Gaile clearly wasn't in the cheeriest mood, and though I hated to leave her, I had to escape the room before she started talking about how she worried about me.  To her, it probably would be construed as fleeing, but there wasn't much I could do about that, really.  When I had to go, I had to go.  ((01/08/14 EDIT: Oh god, I only just realized what a mistake that sentence was.  I am so sorry.))
     She folded her hands in front of her and watched as I gathered my dishes to deposit them in the kitchen sink.
     "Goodnight, Isaac."
     I nodded.

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