Hannah's Horrid Happenings

 Wrote this children's story hurriedly once, then re-read it recently and loved it! I'm thinking about illustrating it... What are your thoughts? Comment below!

“Get up, Hannah. Today is school picture day.”

But Hannah didn’t want to. She was having a perfectly delightful dream about little men shaped like pills, and that was much more interesting than whatever picture day. The pill men were rolling around in a line, putting on a show for her, and they looked so funny.  Mum pulled the covers off of Hannah. She pulled Hannah off of the bed.

“Mummmmyyyy…” Hannah moaned. “You’re making me forget my dream.”

Mum didn't care. Grown ups are like that. She left the room without apologizing, or saying good morning or trying to help her remember her dream.

Soon Mum came back into the room.

“Get dressed, Hannah. Today is school picture day.”

But Hannah didn’t want to. She was writing down a perfectly brilliant idea she’d had about a story with a very bad weasel, and that was much more interesting than school whatever day. The weasel could be working for the bad guys, and he could drop off the ransom note, and then maybe –

Mum closed Hannah’s notebook on her. She dropped the clothes on Hannah’s lap.

“Mummmyyy…! You’re making me forget my idea.”

Her mum made her get dressed. She made her wear a stiff white shirt and a skirt. She even made her braid her hair! Yesterday Mum had let her wear galoshes and her pink jacket, and let her keep her hair down. That was a perfectly good day. This was a perfectly horrid day.

After breakfast she tried to explain all the kinds of fairies to Morgan. "There's flower fairies, butterfly fairies, water fairies, um... and then there's..."
Morgan wasn't listening. He was trying to put his face into his bib.

"Wash up, Hannah. It's school picture day."

But Hannah didn't want to. Fairies were much more interesting than school whatever day. She stuck out her tongue at Mum and told Morgan, "There's night fairies, and.... umm..."

Mum scolded Hannah. She made Hannah wash her hands and face.

“Mummmmyyyyy…! You’re making me forget the last kind of fairy.”

Obviously Mum didn’t care about anything. What a perfectly horrid day.

She had a perfectly horrid ride to school. She had to sit in a perfectly horrid stool and sit up perfectly straight.

"Say cheese," said the happy picture man.

Hannah crossed her arms and made a grumpy face. She was not going to smile for the camera. School picture day had ruined a perfectly good day.

The man pulled a funny face that wasn’t at all funny. She scowled at the picture man. His head looked like a pill. His face looked like a weasel. His shirt looked like a bib.

Just then, Hannah's day got perfectly wonderful. She remembered her dream. She remembered her idea. She remembered the last kind of fairy. She gasped in delight.

Click.

“Lovely,” said the picture man, smiling down at his camera. “Next?”