Word Count: 100
BOOM badoom boom boom … badoom ba—
If she closed her eyes and imagined real hard, she could block out the voice of her mother calling from downstairs, and hear in her head the beat of the imaginary drum. For two or three years, now, she’d been using her blankets to practice, and her upper arm strength and body control were frankly amazing. She lived for gross motor skills.
Every time her mother walked in, her blankets were in hasty disarray, and she was out of breath. She probably thought --
“Time for piano lessons!”
BOOM! “I hate the piano!”