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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Mother (as in maternal parent) (04/24/08)

TITLE: Momma Knows Best
By c clemons
04/28/08


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“Mean old Momma.” Chelsea said under her breath.

“What’s that?” asked Chelsea’s Mom. “Are you talking back?”

“No Momma, I just don’t understand why you won’t let me spend the night at Cheryl’s. It’s only three doors down and her parents will be there, at least her Mom will. All the other mothers are letting my friends go. Jackie, Courtney, Chrissy, Carmen, and I would have made it six. You know for games and stuff it’s always a lot more fun with pairs.”

“First of all I’m not Jackie, Courtney, Chrissy or Charmin’s mother, I’m your mother.”

“Her name is Carmen.” Chelsea interjected.

“Whatever. Secondly, it’s a school night and you have homework.”

“We only have a half day tomorrow, teachers meeting in the morning. We promise to do any homework first. You know like a study group. Please, please, please, Mom can I go?”

“Thirdly, I don’t know Cheryl’s parents that well, only in passing. The rule in this house, your dad and I have to know the parents and what type of company that comes thru their home, before letting you or your brothers spend a night away from home.”

“You treat me like a baby, I’m ten years old and I can very well take care of myself. I never have any fun. I’m going to my room before you send me there anyway!” retorted Chelsea.

As Chelsea stomped off to her room she grabbed the cordless phone off the table. She fumed as she dialed Cheryl’s number. “Hi, Cheryl, its Chelsea, just wanted you to know I won’t be coming to your sleepover tonight. No, my mean old momma said no. What? So, you’re going to invite Dawn Cline instead? Okay great, well I hope you guys have a nice time. Bye.” she said rather curtly.

“This is awful,” thought Chelsea. Dawn had teased her unmercifully about a crush she had on Billy Randolph. “The person I like the least in the whole school gets to hangout with my friends. Why can’t Mom understand my feelings sometime?” she asked herself.


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What’s up with Chelsea?” asked Chelsea’s dad. I knocked at her door for dinner but she said she wasn’t hungry, that she was doing her homework. Now that’s a first.”

“She’s mad at me because I won’t allow her to go to a sleepover down the street. She’ll get over it. I’ll let her sulk for awhile and then I’ll go talk to her.”


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Chelsea was dreaming about falling down a hole. At the last second before hitting bottom her mother swooped in and scooped her up. She woke up and thought about the conversation she had had with her mom before going to bed. She had explained that her rules were not so she couldn’t have any fun but for her protection. She promised that when school was out for the summer, she could have a party or sleepover here if she liked. Loud knocking at the front door interrupted Chelsea’s thoughts.

“Who on earth?” she heard her dad say. It’s five o’clock in the morning.” He went to the door and asked. Who is it?”

“The police sir, we need to speak to you a moment.”

Chelsea opened her bedroom door a crack and she saw her parents talking to two police officers. She heard snippets of the conversation. Something about a child missing from down the street, a Dawn Cline. Dawn Cline? What happen to Dawn? wondered Chelsea.

The one officer said that they were investigating a possible kidnapping. One of the girls from a sleepover was missing. Someone may have crawled through an open window in the room where the girls were sleeping.* Mrs. Dyson, Cheryl’s mom, had checked on the sleeping girls around four a.m., and noticed an opened window. Dawn was missing. She checked everywhere in the house even at Dawn’s home. Dawn was not there either, that’s when she called the police.

The officer wanted to know if Chelsea’s family had seen or heard anything. Chelsea’s Dad said no, but they would certainly be praying for Dawn’s safe return. After the officer left, Chelsea her mom and dad, did just that.


* Note – this is based on a true story; a brother of Mrs. Dyson’s, who had recently been released from prison came into the house. He kidnapped Dawn, and sadly she was never seen again.


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Chely Roach05/01/08
Such a sad take on the topic, but with a strong message. Well done.
Beth LaBuff 05/03/08
This is such a tragic story, that as I read it sounded like it came from today's news. I'm sad it's true. You've written this very well. This would be good for every young girl to read (especially those in Chelsea's situation). I like your twist on a familiar title. Nice writing.