It was a day like any other. The sun had barely started to creep over the horizon letting few rays escape to illuminate our home. “wake up Moïse,” my mother said as she tapped me on my shoulder “there’s some water boiling downstairs so go add some cold water to it take a shower and…” my 10-year-old and barely awake mind could barely process the situation I was in and what was even happening. “Ok” I groan itching my eyes hoping the agitation might signal them to open. “Also wake up Matthew” she yelled as she walked out of our room. “Hey Matthew wake Up” unlike my mother’s soft touch, I shook him quite violently. He was a way heavier sleeper than I was. “hmm hmm,” he groans. He started to stretch covering as much of the luxuriously small bed we shared as possible. I left the room following my mother’s instruction. Even though you would expect it to be warm in a tropical country such as Haïti. In the early month of January, the opposite held true especially up in the mountains where we lived. the greeting of a warm shower was always preferred over the slap of a cold one. This made me even more careful as I carried a load of boiling water from the kitchen and down what used to be a short walkway that usually only took me a half a minute to traverse. But now it became as if I was tight rope walking in which I could easily trip and fall in the lava down below. This short hallway stood between me having a warm shower or probably a scaldingly hot
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Suddenly my eyes flew open, the coldness slowly lingered away. My body felt warm. Almost as warm as how my mouth felt the last time I had sipped on my grandmother's tea. My grandmother always told me to have faith and to believe in the end everything would be alright. I felt the frigid saltwater against my skin. “Where am I?” I thought to myself. I couldn’t quite recall what had happened nor where I was. All that I could recall was hearing screams of innocent children and parents trying to comfort
Jaune felt terrible. After seeing his teammate vomiting in the bathroom and being told she was running a 101°F fever he knew she was sick. And he felt responsible. The only thing that could cause her to get so sick so fast would be the weather at the cabin. It was much colder than in Vale and her had forgotten to warn his team about it. And now one of them was sick. Jacqueline said that it was just a stomach bug, but he still felt bad. Ruby had gotten sick last night while he was bunking with team PLNR. he didn’t hear her rather Weiss came and got him because Ruby was asking for him. There was no way that he could turn her down. She was sick and miserable and she had asked for him. So he went and ended up holding her hair as she threw up in the bathroom that was the farthest from the bedrooms. When she had finished cleaned her up, and rubbed her back as he carried her back to her bed. He tucked her in and then went to take a shower.
“Mom can you please take me to the park” Lizzy asked as her mom as her mom walked into the bright colorful living room. “After I go do some stuff I can take you, now get in the car” Lizzy’s mom explained. “Mom thats boring! Why can’t I stay home?” Lizzy asked curiously. Her mom replied very fast, “You are to seven Lizzy, you are still too young. We have already had this conversation. Now get in the car.” “FINE!” Lizzy said with an attitude. They walked the car and Lizzy walked very slow trying to get on her mom’s nerves, but her mom didn’t show any sign of getting mad. They went to the grocery store and then they went to a clothing store. They spent about two hours doing stuff, and then they went home. After putting up the groceries they went back to the car and Lizzy’s mom took her to Laurel Park. Lizzy jumped out of the car and ran straight for the swings. As Lizzy’s mom walked over to a picnic table she saw an old man. His name was Robert, and he loved to take little kids to the cemetery and scare them. Lizzy’s mom knew nothing about him, but she thought he looked suspicious. She kept a close eye on Lizzy for about ten minutes, and then she pulled out a book from her purse and decided to read. When Lizzy’s mom was reading, Lizzy walked over to Robert and started talking to him. Lizzy thought Robert was going to be a nice person, and be one of her friends. They talked for about 5 minutes, and then Lizzy walked away. As her mom put the book down she yelled “Lizzy,
1780. Boom! It was miserable and painful. Blood from people’s body were everywhere and tears running down Iv’s face. She could feel herself becoming weaker and weaker. She struggled to move away the branches that were dugged into her skin and the arrow that was in her legs. “Mom! Dad!” they laid on the ground. She reached out to wake them, her mom felt cold and frail. She wasn’t breathing, both of them weren’t, Ivy started to weaken, she felt her arms and legs slowly getting weaker until suddenly, everything went black.
Blaire shakes his head and locks his work in the left drawer of his desk. “Jeep,” he mutters under his breath, “Why is it a fucking Jeep.” He tucks the key back in his pocket and follows Richard out the door.
Louis sighed looking inside the sack. Half a biscuit and some crumbled crackers. He knew it was for a prisoner but he still felt that there should be more. But he shook his head and continued down the hall towards the cell. He didn’t know who the prisoner was. All he was told was that the prisoner was bilingual and was a messenger for the enemy.
For Jeongguk, the crash came before even exchanging words. The lithe frame and raging hair as red as poppies leaving his buzzed senses clipped. Burned to the very bottom of the wick while dazedly staring. Bubbly giggles and too much cotton candy leaving the tongue sugary sweet and pillowy plush catches his attention.
Mom breaks her stare with the road ahead and glances back at me in the rearview mirror. Her dark eyes match the colour of her hair. The thin jawline and pointy nose give her a hawkish look. Dressed in a short-sleeved, green, silk blouse, and black peasant skirt, people can say many things about my mom, but unfashionable isn't one of them.
“I didn’t do it. I swear! It was those little kids. You may be wondering what I did. Why I was in a freezing cold dungeon, or possibly feeling bad for me. Well, I’ll tell you the whole thing.” I say.