Monday came entirely too fast for my liking. I was still reeling from my time at the park and I couldn’t wait to go back. The bell rank and people made for the door. I’d been lost in my own little world and hadn’t realized the time until all the commotion broke me from my dream. It was the last class for the day and I was looking forward to going home. I’d had mom stop by the hardware store on our way home last night and against suggestion, I’d gotten everything I thought I needed to build my very own sword.
Making my way down the maze of hallways and toward the front door, I avoided the mass of people lingering for reason I can’t pretend to understand, and I was on the bus in no time.
I sat alone, staring out the window until I reached my stop. It was a short walk to the house from there and I couldn’t help but think about the sword I was going to build. Designs were racing through my head and I quickly settled on twin long swords. I wouldn’t have long before my sisters got home, which mean I needed to get to work as soon as possible.
I made my way upstairs and into my room. Everything I’d picked up was waiting for me on my bed. Deciding on the length, I cut the PVC pipe into two equal sections and laid it aside.
The next few hours flew by and before long I was staring at two masterfully built swords. They weren’t as pretty as real ones, but there was an elegance to them that many of the others I’d seen didn’t have.
I picked them up and gave a few test swings, amazed by the weight and balance I’d crafted into these two works of art.
“Dinner’s ready!” Mom yelled up the stairs.
Quickly, I stuffed my swords under the bed and made my way for the door.