Her parents were out. She was left all alone in the hotel room.
And she was BORED.
The hotel’s arcade was no fun; it only had a couple of video games, and a crane game that looked like it had not been refilled since the eighties.
Her mom and dad may have been enjoying the trip, but she sure was not. All of the entertainment around the area was for adults, so she was stuck in the room, watching the fuzzy reception on the television, and having nothing to do.
The only “toy” she had really packed was her coloring book and crayons, but she had already colored in every page of the book from the LAST time she was bored like this . . . Which, as she recalled, was yesterday.
Then she remembered her crayon box had something else besides crayons in it! Opening up the latch on the back, she pulled out its hidden contents, and dropped the crayon box back into her little suitcase.
In her hand she now held two balloons; this was really not the time or place to play with them, and her mom would get upset about leaving more of a mess for the hotel to clean afterwards, knowing her and balloons after all, but it was her own parents fault for taking her somewhere that had nothing for her to do.
She had stashed the balloons there before so she could smuggle them into school before vacation. There had been six rolled up in her little crayon box at the time. Now she was down to the last two. Other than she had forgot about it until now, she really did not have an excuse as to why these had not joined the other four in pieces on the school playground, but that was not important now.
She inflated the first one, and began bouncing it around, still holding the other in her hand. During a rather hard yet playful drop kick to the ceiling, that she half-hoped would make it pop, the pretty balloon bounced between her parent’s bed and the wall. As she reached around to pull it free, she spied a silvery glint just under the bedspread.
Holding both inflated & yet-to-be-inflated balloons in one arm, and the found object in the other, she walked over to the empty part of the hotel room to inspect her find: A pin. A common safety pin. Had the hotel maid used it to hold the sheets in place, and dropped it when tidying up? Had another guest made use of it, and it had simply been forgotten until now? She contemplated this while moving the hotel furniture she could pick up, in order to make more space for herself and her balloons. As she inflated the second of her balloons, she twiddled the closed pin in her fingers.
Squishing the tied-off balloon under her behind, while still inflating the other, she considered what to do. Popping them of course was NOT the question; she had to flush the evidence of her balloons down the toilet (She told herself, anyway.) before her parents got back, so one way or another she would have to end their fun with a BANG. But the pin opened up a dilemma.
Puncture the balloon under her butt, and blow up the other until it burst?
Bounce the first to pieces, and stab the second in a fit of giggles?
Use the pin on both, or hold onto it for another day?
It was amazing she could find so much fun in two forgotten balloons, and an even more forgotten pin.
. . .
The next day, which was going to look to be just as boring as the previous two, the girl and her parents went to a local super market to buy some more snacks for their vacation. The girl told her parents she needed to use the restroom . . . But in truth she went to the front register without their knowledge, to buy a fresh package of balloons, all the while with a certain safety pin clipped to the end of her skirt.
And for the rest of her vacation, despite having “nothing” to do, she was no longer bored
I am working on new ways of drawing, and trying to get faster at it. It is not really "faster" yet, but then again, I am still trying to get the hang of it.