Your Peeps and You

By Donna G. Kelley

Your Peeps and You is a collection of stories written for parents to read aloud to their children or to listen as their children read the stories aloud to the parents. Family relationships and social issues represented in these stories can be discussed as a family to establish moral principles.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donna G. Kelley
• Release date: Dec 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393150268

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Dedication

I dedicate Your Peeps and You to my dear friend Candace Koble for giving me the inspiration. Most likely, I would never have thought of applying this idea which has even multiplied into spinoffs. My children’s characteristics gave me the ideas for some of these short stories. Having experienced children in my home, I found it easier to portray some of my protagonists. Now I put fingers to the keyboard for my initial launch.

Introduction

Your Peeps and You is a collection of stories written for parents to read aloud to their children or to listen as their children read the stories aloud to the parents. Family relationships and social issues represented in these stories can be discussed as a family to establish moral principles.

Chapter One

Movin’ and Groovin’

If only I didn’t have to move! Glimmer thought. I’ll never like the new house as much as I like this old one. The new neighborhood will be crawling with strangers. Everything will be so different.

When school opens, I’ll get lost in the halls and look like a dunce fumbling my way around. It is no wonder that the new girl had such a pitiful look on her face last year. This year, I’ll be the new girl in the sixth grade.

Would I still be able to go to the same church? I really dig my Sunday School teacher. On top of that, I just started taking piano lessons from my neighbor. Give up this and give up that. This new move seems to be taking more than it is giving.

This house has known me since the day that I was born. We go back a long way. It heard my yells and giggles while I listened to its creaks and mysterious noises. It stored framed pictures of me in almost every room, just as I stored framed memories from every room.

While I touched its rough shingles and smooth porch columns, the house touched me deeply in my heart. It knows my secrets just like I know its secret places. I guess it smelled mud, sawdust, and tar on my shoes from all of the scrapes I got into. Mouth-watering aromas of pastries wafted from the oven on winter days.

This old house tasted my tears. We are even steven because I tasted its paint until Mom bawled me out about the danger of lead poisoning. The house and I don’t hide anything from each other. We tell it like it is. We are a team – a team that is getting ready to break up. Mom works around the house singing an old rock ‘n’ roll hit called Breaking Up Is Hard to Do. That songwriter must have been getting ready to move, too.

Can a house seem more like a person than a thing? It surely feels like a best friend to me – or even part of my body. That is why moving will feel like someone is pulling my hair out by the roots. I will feel like there has been a death in the