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Common application - Tinkerbell


cutestchloe 2 / 2  
Sep 24, 2009   #1
Chloe the Tinkerbell

He trudged into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. Rolling up his sleeves out of fatigue, he closed his squinted eyes- the calm and warm vibe of the house was a welcome relief from the icy cold wind outside.

Then something went swooshing past the living room. Treating the sound like he would an annoying alarm clock at six on a Saturday morning, he went back to let only the tick-tocking of the clock seep into his mind.

However, the familiar rhythm was interrupted by a smell of hot, creamy cocoa. He opened his eyes to see tiny Chloe's huge sparkling eyes fixed on the cup, and her delicate footsteps were swallowed by the fluffy carpet. As she neared the sofa, her petite fingers seemed unable to handle the steam out of the cup. He reached for the cup. As soon as her hands were free of the burdensome heat, Chloe scurried back to her room. After he took a couple of sips into the cocoa, a fairyland princess carrying her Tinkerbell sashayed down the hallway to add flare and perks to the otherwise dull atmosphere. Pink rhinestones emblazoned on her dress shined through her big, genuine smile. While he was busy gaping at the sight, Chloe was quick to stand on a soapbox- poised to perform as the theme melody of Peter Pan tinkled out of the CD player. At this hour, most little girls were safely tucked in their sound sleep. However, instead of letting her pink, cozy blanket comfort her, Chloe was out in the lounge cheering for her dad.

Yep, so that was me, the sweet Tinkerbell. Like Tinkerbell who lit up the pitch black sky with a twinkle of her gold pixie dust, my tiny stature made a huge statement. I loved sharing my overflowing pep and vigor with the others. A minute spent on ruing over setbacks meant the entire sixty seconds of smiling I would never get back. As a self-proclaimed Tinkerbell, I was entitled to a sense of obligation to stir in glittering sprinkles of happiness. This didn't only apply to friends and family. Even Starsie the pony, who eventually outgrew my stature, came to rely on me.

During our not-so-friendly first encounter at Taupaki Pony Club down the Amreins Road, she refused to move during the game of Follow the Leader, causing my fellow riders to vent off their frustration on me. Even after my instructor Anna gave me a big hug and said that Starsie has just been broken in, thus not very comfortable with a saddle and a rider on her back, I just couldn't take it in stride. The spacey look in her deep brown eyes kept me kept my emotions topsy-turvey for hours. Thankfully, the Pony Club was only a few houses away; I strolled down the road everyday just to spend time with Starsie. Starsie seemed like a bullied victim, crouching in the corner in fear as a chestnut stallion ruled the stable. I gave her a gentle brush and pampered her appetite with apples. About a week or so later, I found myself and Starsie snuggling; I burst out into laughter as she sneezed on my face. Her hair was now in a good shape and she was no longer grouchy even to the new kids.

However, these fairytale-like moments didn't last too long. I froze upon learning that she has had a chronic illness ever since her birth. The medications were no longer of any use. She had no option but to get an injection that slightly prolonged the span of her life, but with much pain. I was banned from seeing her.

Then Anna called me over.

As I arrived, she took out a bottle of icy water. Her lips were shivering and her hand was trembling as she poured more than the usual amount. With tears in her eyes, she turned and broke the news to me. "Starsie was put down this morning". Heart-wrenching.

As Tinkerbell, it was hard for me to break down and cry. I had always thought that crying was someone else's job, and comforting them was indeed my duty. I was afraid to show that I too was sometimes baffled and upset. I needed someone that has also experienced the loss of the loved. Neither sympathy nor a clown was the solution. This is when I saw that maybe I wasn't always the perfect Tinkerbell. Sure, I could make them smile on the spot but they needed a person to guzzle a drink with anger, and sip the latte with regrets.

Starsie is gone. But she left aside an opportunity- a chance to seek the new Tinkerbell in me. This time, a more compassionate one- not merely a cheerleader in a pep rally but a shoulder to cry on.
EF_Simone 2 / 1,986  
Sep 25, 2009   #3
Yes, I must say that I find myself confused too. Generally, it's a good idea to write metaphorically in these essays, but you may have gone too far in that direction. While one doesn't mind working hard to decipher a literary work, one ought not have to work hard to figure out what an application essay is about.
mschreck - / 2  
Apr 16, 2014   #4
process essay - How to plan a Tinker Bell theme party

Hello, I have to do a process essay, and I am doing it on a Tinker Bell themed party. I need a introduction attention getter for the subject of a Tinker Bell them party.
iamnicholas1 10 / 17 1  
Apr 16, 2014   #5
If it is for a child, why not something like "Welcome to Neverland, where there is magic in the air and you can be whatever you want!!" Or something to that effect. I can't remember if there is a chant or phrase they use, but maybe incorporate that?
mschreck - / 2  
Apr 17, 2014   #6
So I have another question I used for the attention getter at the beginning "All you need is Faith and Trust and a little Pixie Dust". So how do I link this attention getter at the end of my process essay, this is for a child also. Thank You again!


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