A Story Of A Short Story

. “Yes! I thought it was you but you were sleeping,” I tell her quietly.

There was a little girl standing by the garbage can just next to her shop, crouched down by the spilled contents. The light from the streetlamp shone off of the girl’s short and shockingly white hair. What scared Renee the most was that this little girl was only wearing a white t-shirt and baggy jean shorts, no shoes, no socks, no gloves. At this point, she looked quite cold. It wasn’t the best temperature out there. Fall was coming, and for a child that looked no older than six, it meant a night or two with possibly frozen toes.

“Oh no,” whispered mother with her handed across her mouth. “What are we going to do?”

“Yeah boo hoo it’s not like my mom is gonna do anything about it,” she said.

“No, keep going.” Mom slows down and grabs her hand. I know Mom’s angry look; this isn’t it. Her mouth is wide and eyes dart back and forth.

“Mama! Por favor!” A little girl's blood curdling scream is heard everything goes pitch black. Sofia wakes up with cold sweat running down her face, she looks around everyone is passed out on their beds. She turns around until she’s on her back. Her face is lost in the deep blue ceiling that lays upon her. “10, 9, 8, 7-” she whispered to herself trying to go back to sleep, or at least just let time pass by. After counting to 100 Sofia was fast asleep. “Sofiaaa!” a voice whispered “WAKE UP, you're going to be late!” she groaned in response “Frost is giving an announcement that you can't miss. He's been looking for you.” Sofia ran to the bathroom to get changed, she took one glance at herself before running out. Joe laughed “At least you woke

“Huh?” I say trying to recover my train of thought. My mom looked at me and sighed

“Mum, I told you not to go into the kitchen without me!” Tara cried out, as she rushed to get to her mother before she hurt herself. Her forehead creased as she took in the scene.

“Linda..how are you so calm..whe..when..Oh i can’t even speak, I mean look at her..look at us..US Linda..US; We are-” he said after sighs and sighs, before mom held her hand over his mouth and speak the words

“You were out like a light. I tried to wake you up before my class and you swore that you would get up, but when I came back you were still in bed. Are you feeling alright?”

Moments later she heard the buzzing near her hand. Trying not to draw too much attention

“I’d better get home. I’m sure my mom is freaking out right now.” I said.

Katelyn's sleeping on an old worn out mattress in the far corner of her room when she's woken by the keys rattling outside of the

“Ugh, I don’t know! Can I just go to bed? I’m exhausted,” my aunt said in desperation.

“Good night, Mom,” I replied. Mom lumbered to the door, exhausted like she couldn’t take another big step. She closed the door, looking back grinning.