I Am Ten Novels & Stories

“I miss my little bunny.” “M-me too…,” I whispered as feelings from my ten-year-old crush returned swiftly. “Come here, kiddo.” He opened his arms and I ran towards it, without any hesitation.

Ten Years Later Brianna's POV I have been swamped and nervous today. Aiden just turned ten years old.....TEN! Can you believe that? Why are my babies growing up so fast? My baby girl Emily just turned eight herself in late August. For a while, when I was pregnant with her, I thought she was going to be born on my birthday. But she was born a week after mine, on the twenty-first.

Cassandra "Tarra!" I call out, scrunching my nose. "Mommy and Daddy are kissing again!" I whine, deliberately forcing myself to look into the contents of my cereal bowl, rather than my disgusting, groping parents. Tarra giggles as she joins us at the table, excitement in her eyes. "I can't wait to be in love," she coos. I stick my tongue out. "Eww, gross. Boys are nasty." "You say that now because you're only ten. Wait until you grow up, you will have a whole different outlook," Tarra argues.

Oh, and it’s 1989. How do I feel? Well, I want to grow up already. Being my age sucks. Everyone tells you what to do, and you have to do childish things such as homework and writing in a journal. I can’t wait to be 13 and be a teenager. ThirTEEN, see the word ‘teen’? Exactly. I know Doctor Bailey will be asking me why right now and writing in his notebook, so I will give you the answer. Because I want to do what I want and not listen to people. OKAY?

8 years ago. "Mum I don't think I like this dress" Ten-year-old me walked down the grand staircase to the living room. My mum was busy helping the workers in setting up decorations. It was my birthday, I was going to turn 10 today. I was super excited about my birthday. My parents made sure they went all the way out to celebrate my birthday to make sure it was better than the previous ones.

I walked down here with a limp. I hold back tears as they almost spill out. “Why would you say that?” A tear slides down my cheek. “You kept on saying that I’m not big. My father says I’m big enough.” He strolls closer to where I stand. “Then I am bigger.” I almost shout. “Why?” I wipe my tears, ready to brag. “I am ten.” His eyes widen, saucer plate size. “You are?” “Yes.” “Meaning, you can be my Ma if she does not want me anymore?”

Should I go with my parents? Or just deal with it and stay home like any other normal teenager. Thinking about it, I realize that it isn't really all that bad. After all, I am 13 and it isn't a big deal. I look down and see Bubba pushing my door open slowly with his big head. He bounces over to me and licks my foot. The whole time I keep picturing one of those cartoon dogs bouncing along, going "Boingy, boingy, boingy."

she quickly explained. “ How old are you?” I ask because of how young she looked and it bothers me that she was alone. “ I just turned ten years old “ she said with a sad smile, telling me she didn't enjoy that birthday. “ okay, how exactly do you think I can help you? “ I ask her because im still trying to figure why she came to me out of everyone who could have helped her.

Ten years of him growing without me, and now I was back to start the real work. Then the door banged open and there he was, ten-year-old Ken, backpack half falling off, hair messy from whatever he’d been doing at school. He stopped dead when he saw me on the couch. “Mom?” His voice came out small but excited, eyes wide like he wasn’t sure if it was real. “You’re home? For real this time?”

In it, a single photograph. Me. Age ten. Smiling at the camera. Before everything. Behind the photo, written in shaking handwriting I didn't recognize: "I never left you. They took me.”