Lyndsey's story

Here's the beginning of a story that I started last night in my head when I was trying to sleep. I don't claim that it is very good. I don't know. Its been too long since I've done any creative writing. But here is the beginning of a story that is not based on my life necessarily but on the lives of several people I know combined, along with what I imagine it would be like for someone in a different socio-economic group. It has flaws. I know that. So criticize if you would like but remember that it is rough and I haven't edited it at all.

Lying in her bed next to him Lyndsey couldn’t help but worry that he would leave her. She worried that he, like all the men in her life, would pack his bags and walk out the door. How could she separate herself, her current life, from this fear, from her past?  Her baby slept soundly just a few feet away in his bassinet. He was the love of her life. Sure, she loved the man that was lying in bed next to her, but the baby, he loved her in a way that no one ever had before or ever would again. He was the only person in the world who depended on her for everything, all the time.

It was hard not to remember the first man who walked out of her life. She could remember coming home from school and finding that her whole world was about to be turned upside down.

A ten year old is dealing with a lot of changes. Fifth grade means that middle school is just around the corner. Boys are just starting to be something to really be interested in. Puberty is about to start, but childhood is still a part of reality. There is a desire to be a teenager and yet a longing to hold onto the childhood that you are working on leaving. It is challenging enough being a ten year old without the added stresses of your world being turned upside down.

But that’s what happened to Lyndsey.

Lyndsey grew up in a well-to-do neighborhood. Her mother was an interior decorator and her father was a popular businessman. The school that Lyndsey attended was filled with students whose parents also were well to do. Many of the mothers held high-powered careers or were stay-at-home moms who hired nannys to take care of their children so that they could go to meetings and social clubs during the day. The fathers were often absent because they were busy with their careers as well. Many were businessmen, owned their own corporations, were lawyers, doctors, or simply inherited a large sum of money.

The school that Lyndsey attended was intended for the elite.  It was a newly renovated building with high security that was designed in a way that didn’t make the family feel as though the security was infringing upon them. It did not feel like a prison like the school down the road did, with its high security fence, name badges, and rent-a-cop that stood in front of the school. No, Lyndsey’s school was designed with the highest technological advances so that the families knew their children were secure but the children were not aware of the security measures.

Lyndsey’s school was also outfitted with the latest technology. There was a computer for each student in every classroom. There were new textbooks provided every year. The library was outfitted with a large number of the latest and greatest fiction, as well as every nonfiction and classic book that was worth its weight. The gym was filled with high tech equipment and the best PE teacher around. The music room was outfitted with a grand piano, a slew of instruments, new music and a music teacher who had studied in NYC at one of the top music schools. There was also an art teacher who had the best supplies and had been a professional artist, with his own art gallery, before becoming an elementary school teacher.

The playground was also new and up to date. It had all the children’s favorites and no expense was spared to make sure that it was the greatest place any kid could ask for.

Every child was also required to attend etiquette classes. These were essential to such a high-class society. It was important for children like Lyndsey to know how to fit into the society in which she belonged. She, and her peers, needed to know how to fit in when attending a social club and needed to begin preparation for their cotillion balls. They also needed to learn the proper dance steps in order to be accepted at any event that might occur.

Lyndsey had a full plate as a child. Her day was filled to the brim. She began her mornings at 5 am with a small breakfast and a large glass of water. By 6 am she was shuttled to her ballet class. Here she spent the next hour learning the techniques that she needed to be graceful and light. It was not in her best interest to pursue a career in ballet, but it was desired for a young girl to have the pose that ballet offered.

At 7 am Lyndsey was home again to shower and eat another small meal. By 8 she was out the door again and headed to school. School began promptly at 8:30 am. Her day was then filled with a variety of classes.

First, school began in their main classrooms where the students learned math, English, and social studies. After a grueling morning of such studies the children were then escorted to PE. After PE they were promptly delivered to the cafeteria where they were fed some of the best delicacies, delivered from the various restaurants in the area. This too was a small meal, as the children were expected to keep a delicate form.

After lunch the children attended art, followed by music. By 2 pm they were back in their main classrooms to finish the day with science, geography, and to collect their homework for the night. At 3:30 pm their afternoon activities began.

Many of the children attended afternoon social club. This was where extra time was spent on preparing for the cotillion. Every child knew that one day they would enter society in a cotillion and it was important to be as prepared as possible. Some children had coaches that prepared them on an individual basis.

Lyndsey was one of those. She left the school at 3:30 to meet with her coach at 4:00 pm. After two more hours of dance, and etiquette Lyndsey was shuttled back to her house. There she was met with a dinner that consisted primarily of a salad and a small piece of protein. Dinner was some fruit. Many nights Lyndsey ate by herself as her parents were still working.

After dinner Lyndsey returned to her studies. For the next two hours she would do her homework and prepare for the next day. By 9 pm she was dressed and ready for bed, a new day ahead of her.

Day after day Lyndsey awoke knowing what her day would consist of. Her weekends were just as filled. Parties, social events, rehearsals; the events never ended. It was rare that she spent much time with either parent but it was her mother that she saw the most. She was the one who took the time to eat a meal with Lyndsey at least once a week. Some weeks she would even ride to school with Lyndsey. She was also the only parent who would show up to Lyndsey’s performances.

Lyndsey was used to her dad being gone. It was no surprise for her to come home and find that he had left for yet another business trip in Japan, NY, or some other large city that was many miles away. But it was a surprise to come home and find her composed mother sitting on the stairs, mascara running, as she cried into a tissue.