Character Attributes

1. Character Attributes

- Boy

- 7 years old

-  Rambunctious

- Hears but doesn’t listen

- Scatterbrain

-  Playful

- Lots of energy

-  Little in stature

- Just him and his mom living together

- Dressed in PJ’s

- Wild imagination

- Clean in general but gets dirty when playing outside

- Name: Joey 

- Lives in a apartment with his Mom

- Loves music

- Cartoons are his favorite part of Saturday mornings

- Always hungry

- Recess is his favorite school time

- Rides a tricycle

- Shy at school but outgoing at home

- Bedtime is not his favorite thing

2. Back Story

Little Joey was born into this world only seven years ago and ever since then it has just been his mother and him. As soon as he could crawl, joey was on the go to anywhere he could get to, like an open cupboard, under a table, through the doggy door, and up and down the stairs just for fun. This constant need for movement is in due partly to his extremely active imagination. When joey could start walking and talking that’s when things got even more adventurous in his mind whether he was playing in the sandbox or just going for a ride in the car.          

            When grandma and grandpa visit those are some of the best times because they bring toys and love to play Joey’s favorite game, Chutes and Ladders. Grandpa taught him how do things like chop the wood when nights got cold and there needed to be a log put in the fire place, how to put gas in the car, and play baseball. Grandma was there to show Joey how to cook meals, care for the dog, and teach him how to draw. They were like a second set of parents to him, besides his Mom.

            After a long week at kindergarten, the last thing Joey wants to do is go to bed before the weekend gets here. He would do anything in his power to resist the bedtime routine of cleaning his dishes, taking a bath, brushing his teeth, and then going to bed. The most powerful thing he could do was use his tooth brush as his weapon of choice. His toothbrush could be come anything he wanted it to be from sword to fight off pirates to a microphone to entertain the cheering crowd he imagined in his bathroom mirror. This powerful imagination comes partly from his weekend routine of waking up early to watch Saturday morning cartoons. This is where most of his seven-year-old exposure to adventure came from because in a cartoon anything seemed possible and that really connected to Joey.  

3. Character Narrative

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School was finally out and even though it was only third grade, nobody was happier than Joey Runsulot. Joey was one of those kids who kept his eye on the clock like a hawk keeps an eye out for prey. He was already on the edge of his seat when the bell rang, ready to jump up and grab his backpack. With backpack in hand he headed for the door, but only to be halted by a group of his friends talking about the new water park they all wanted to go to. They needed Joey to be part of their gang to beg their parents to ask them to go but Joey had no time, “Don’t you know what today is?” he said. His friends just staring back with blank expressions, Joey brushed passed them and ran for home, but seeing as home was down the block from his school the need for running was a little unnecessary.

Joey ran as hard as he could, his backpack hitting his back with every step. This however did not bother him because he had one thing on his mind, the new episode of Pokémon was on today and he couldn’t miss it. It was around 3:07pm and Joey’s Mom wouldn’t be home for about another hour, but luckily Joey was one of the few third graders who was a latchkey kid and could go home whenever he wanted and indulge in some milk and cookies while watching some TV before Mom got home and made him do his homework. While in mid stride Joey reached into his back pocket for his key to his house, ready to open the door, and kick off his shoes, but… there was no key! In a panic Joey checked his other pockets, not there. He checked every square inch of his backpack, not there either.  He even went as far as to check under every surface in his front yard thinking his Mom may have hidden a spare somewhere, but still nothing. With the clock now reaching 3:20 and the show starting at 3:30, Joey was really in a panic. “why me?” he cried out to himself  falling to his knees as his elderly neighbor walked by with her Chihuahua looking confused.

              3:23. Joey is in denial, “No. No. No. This isn’t happening!”

              3:24. Joey feels pain and guilt, “This is my fault, I let this happen”

              3:25. Joey starts to bargain, “had I just checked before I left, I’d be okay”

              3:26.  Joey feels all alone, “oh gosh I’m all alone!”

              3:27. Joey feels the upward turn, “this just happened, buts alright”

               3:28. Joey starts reconstruction, “you know what? I can watch it as a rerun”

              3:29. Joey starts accepting, “I forgot my key and that’s all there is to it”

Sprawled out on his front door step recovering from this traumatic event, the door suddenly opens. His Mom looks down at him and says, “ I thought I heard somebody out here”. A look of overwhelming joy sweeps across Joey’s face as he asked, “h-h-how are you home right now”? “I got off work a little early and was going to pick you from school but when I got there they said you had already left so I drove back here and waited for you”. Tears streaming down his face he hugged his Mom and ran to the television. Luckily the opening credits were still going, he hadn’t missed it yet.