Hello friends! Happy Easter!
I hopw you all take a moment to think about the true meaning of Easter. It’s not all eggs and candy!
Anyway, today’s post is another photostory! I’m pretty happy with how this one turned out. It features Theo, a known introvert, as he goes to an Easter party with near strangers. (scary)
I spent a loooooooot of time on this one. I don’t know why it took so long, but part of it was because I was having fun! I ended up making an accidental stopmotion. Yes, it’s short, and no, it’s not that good. But it was fun, and I want to try another sometime. You can check it out here:
8 seconds of awesomeness, am I right?
Hehe, moving on. I promise this post will be better than that video! I think I already said it’s from Theo’s perspective, but I’ll say it again. I hope you enjoy!
“The agony!” I dramatically sighed. I was currently being dragged out of bed by my lovely elder brother Waffle.
“Deal with it,” Waffle bluntly scolded. The tired expression on his face told me there was no getting out of this.
“But-” I began. “You want me to interact with people.”
Waffle, being an extrovert, didn’t understand the intricacies of introverted life. For example, he was not only willing, but excited to go to an Easter party at the Stone household. I however, was the exact opposite.
“Fine, I’ll go. But I’m bringing my DS.”
Waffle responded with a thin frown.
“Theo,” I could hear the sigh in his tone. “It’s Easter. Jesus suffered and died for us. The least you can do is spend one day without your video games.”
I scoffed. It wasn’t that I “needed” my video games, but I did need some sort of crutch to save me from the torture of socialization.
“You’re leaving your DS, and your iPad, and every single electronic you own here with Mom and Dad.”
I rolled my eyes. Waffle was such a jerk.
Without even being given a choice, Waffle and I walked to our neighbor’s house. His parents were going to drive us over.
Tyler was a cool kid I guess, but he mostly talked to Waffle. Probably because I never attempted to talk to him, but still. The guy was my neighbor and he’d barely said two words to me.
While his dad drove us to the Stone’s house, I was silent for the whole ride. My gaze drifted out the window, longing for my games.
Finally, we arrived. I felt my throat constrict as the three of us walked into the house. It was like a weight literally pressed against my shoulders and my stomach knotted.
“Socializing sucks,” I thought to myself.
When I saw the sheer amount of other bears inside, I almost passed out. Not only were the seven Stone children mingling amongst themselves, but also their two next door neighbors along with eight others with whom I was unfamiliar with.
“Remind me why I agreed to this?” I elbowed my brother.
“Because we’ve heard that Mrs. Periwinkle Stone is a master cook,” Waffle reminded me. “Don’t you want to try her food? She might even give me some pointers.”
“Mmmm,” I thought. The aromatic smells coming from the kitchen did make my mouth water.
“We’ll introduce you to everyone!”
I panicked as I heard a chipper feminine voice behind me. I sure hoped she wasn’t talking about me.
As I turned around, I breathed a sigh of relief. The owner of the energetic voice was talking to a rabbit. She led him around the room, chatting with everyone there.
When I met people like her, I wondered how it was even possible to have so much energy. I silently prayed that she wouldn’t notice me when making introductions.
My wish didn’t come true.
“Oh! You must be Waffle? Or are you Theo?” she asked. “I haven’t met you yet.”
I glanced around for Waffle, but he was already engaged in a conversation with Cam. Swallowing, I resolved myself to answer.
“I’m Theo,” I murmured. “My brother Waffle is the one in the blue shirt.”
The bunny bobbed her head up and down vigorously. “Wonderful to meet you! I’m Swirl and this is my little brother Oswald! He was just adopted by my mom, and we’re so happy to have him!”
Swirl rambled on. She was so focused on talking that she didn’t notice me slip away.
“Phew,” I thought. Just when I thought I was hidden from any prospective conversationalists, another bear bombarded me with his words.
“Hey Theo,” Cloud remarked.
I hid my face. I didn’t like to be rude, but I also hated talking to people. Even to people I liked I was mostly quiet. The world inside my head was more interesting than the world outside it. The only bear I had conversations with was Waffle, and he did most of the talking.
“Hi,” I managed. Talking was hard.
“What have you been up to lately?”
Either that satisfied him, or he picked up on my desire for him to leave me alone, because he left after that.
I wished Waffle would come sit near me. It wasn’t so bad whenever we used to go to gatherings together. It used to be me and him against the world. But now, he had found people who he loved to talk to. Which, don’t get me wrong, was great. For him.
For me, it meant loneliness. The room, despite being filled with people, would have been better off empty. This was no place for me.
“Who’s ready for an Easter Egg Hunt?” Mrs. Stone walked into the room.
Chants of glee filled the room as everyone raised their hand in excitement. I merely held my palm up slightly, because the sooner the Easter Egg Hunt was over, the sooner we could leave.
Mrs. Stone explained the rules, and I wondered why an Easter Egg Hunt needed rules. It was just finding eggs after all.
We were to separate into groups of five, and the group with the most eggs by the end of an hour would win.
“Great,” I silently complained. “Groups.”
Mrs. Stone selected four team captains. The kids chosen as team captains were Cam, Gracie, Rudy and Cherry. It went in a way where the captains would choose members for their team. I always hated those sorts of things, because I was usually chosen last.
Shockingly, this time I wasn’t chosen last. Cam chose me second, and the rest of my team consisted of Mischief, Cali, and Sparkles. I hadn’t met Mischief and Sparkles before, but I knew that they were siblings.
After teams were organized, we headed outside. Even though I tried to hide out inside, Cam found me and launched into a speech about teamwork.
“We can and will win this! But we’ve got to work together! That’s how it works in the Army!”
Mischief and I shared a glance.
“He’s like that,” Mischief whispered. “Best to do what he says.”
“We’re going to split up! That way, we can find the most amount of eggs! Are we ready?”
“Sir, yes sir!” my fellow teammates chanted. Apparently that was what they said in “the Army,” so Cam demanded that we respond to him that way.
The prospect of splitting up was welcoming to me. I always performed better in solitude.
Alone, I set off to find as many eggs as possible.
I was doing fine, until…
Cam yelled before he launched into the air. His feet nearly collided with my face, but thanks to his warning, I was able to duck in time. He clung to a tree, climbing up quickly. An egg shook free from the branches and fell onto the ground. I picked it up.
“Nice,” I congratulated Cam. Though it was difficult to make conversation, I couldn’t not congratulate him. I sensed a competitive spirit in him, almost one that matched my own.
“Thanks,” he breathlessly replied. “How many eggs do we have?”
I shrugged. “I found three, including this one.”
“Cool. Our other teammates have found some already too,”
We were just about to split up when we heard a whistle blowing.
“The Easter Egg Hunt is officially over!” Mr. Stone announced in a booming voice.
All of us kids gathered inside, eager to know which team had won.
Mrs. Stone produced a bag of chocolates. “The winning team will get this bag of candy! Now, I’m going to ask you all to count up all the eggs your team found. Whoever has the most, wins.”
The five of us added up our eggs. All together, we had found 17.
“That’s pretty good,” Mischief noted. “That’s bound to be more than the other teams.”
Cam went to Mrs. Stone and told her our amount.
We waited while she tallied up the scores.
“We have a winner!”
I held my breath, hoping it would be our team.
“Team Rudy! Come and collect your prize.”
My heart sank. I hadn’t worked with a team for nothing. We had been determined to win, and we should have won. It hurt that we’d lost.
Waffle, a member of the winning team, noticed my dejected demeanor. He whispered something to Rudy, and then Rudy had an announcement for everyone.
“There’s plenty of candy in this bag. I declare that we’re all winners! Have some candy!”
Candy did make everything better. I happily munched on the chocolate I’d so kindly been given.
“Lunch is ready!” Mrs. Stone called.
Because there were so many of us, we had to split up to eat. Waffle dragged me into the kitchen, where sadly, there were other people eating. I listened as he made small talk with the other children.
“That was fun,” Waffle chatted.
“Yeah!” Swirl piped up. “Sharing the candy was a good idea, by the way.”
“Always happy to share,” he replied.
I focused on my meal. Waffle was right earlier, Mrs. Stone was an incredible chef. The ham was sweet, the potatoes were creamy, and the rolls melted in my mouth.
I was almost saddened when the food was gone.
Once everyone had finished with the meal, Mr. and Mrs. Stone called us all together.
“We hope you’ve had fun today at our house,” Mrs. Stone began
Mr. Stone picked up right where she left out. “But today isn’t all about fun. Today is Easter. Does anyone know what we’re celebrating here today?”
“Eggs,” Cam chuckled.
I laughed. He was actually pretty funny.
“Everyone knows we’re celebrating Jesus’s resurrection,” Sandy snapped.
“That’s right,” Mrs. Stone replied. “Sit where you can see me. But what’s really important is that you hear what I say. I want to share a Bible verse with you all. I’m going to read from Matthew 28.”
“5 And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.
6 He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.
7 And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you.”
I thought about what she read. It was true, He rose from the dead. Because of that, I was currently suffering through a party with almost complete strangers.
I thought about that too. He shared our afflictions. I sent a silent prayer to God, in the name of Christ, to figure out what I should do to make my suffering better.
I don’t know what possessed me to do so, but I made a comment to Cam.
“You seem pretty cool,”
“Thanks. You too.”
We began a conversation, and though it was difficult, I enjoyed it a little. Maybe friends weren’t the worst thing in the world. Nothing would ever change my introverted self, but I entertained the possibility of becoming friends with Cam. It didn’t seem miserable.
Our conversation didn’t last long. Soon enough, Tye’s mom arrived to pick us up.
Along the car ride home, Waffle was more talkative than normal.
“That was so much fun!”
“I want to do that again sometime,” Tye replied.
I didn’t respond.
“Was that really so bad?” Waffle inquired of me.
I shrugged. “I guess I didn’t die,”
Tye and Waffle laughed. “You did not die!”
“Would you want to do that again?” Waffle asked.
Against better judgement, I said, “Maybe.”
What’d you think? Did you relate to Theo at all? I know I do. As always, feedback on this will help me improve, so don’t be afraid of a little constructive criticsm.
Happy Easter! Tell me about your celebrations today.