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Elena
Lola placed the key into the bottom lock and turned it to the right. Click. She placed another key into her privately installed lock above the knob. Turned the same direction. Click. When Lola swung open the door, afternoon sunlight spilled into the dark living room, chasing away shadows and washing over the grey granite floor. The walls in the living room were bare. The apartment’s only furniture was two beds, a tv and a small circular wooden circle table in the middle of the kitchen. Two pink blankets were shrouded over large double windows that threatened to let the outside world look in.
Lola closed the door behind them, double checking the locks in her familiar ritual. Placing her bag on the kitchen counter, she pulled out her pack of Newports, and headed down the short hallway. Stopping in front of a …show more content…
Tides that I tried to swim against.”
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Elena
The anniversary of her withdrawal from Thompson Elementary had reached it’s second month mark. And there was a general uneasy feeling that had crept over Elena in the weeks after. She had lay stagnant in her bedroom, her eyes tracing invisible shapes on her ceiling. Rereading “Hannibal” by Thomas Harris. Finishing “Pet Sematary” by Stephen King. Asking her mother when they could go to the thrift store to pick up more books. Elena’s restlessness settled for a bit the day the online program’s materials came.
“Here! Look at this!” Lola handed Elena a small thick glossy book that read: All You Need To Know about American History from 1692 - 1872. Mother and daughter had picked up the online program’s materials one morning after their daily trip to the library. The brown cardboard box had opened up a new world of K-12 Algebra, American History, Classical Art, and Biology. Elena flipped through the textbooks and traced her hands over a glossy page showing a Madonna and Child painting.
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Elena
Lola placed the key into the bottom lock and turned it to the right. Click. She placed another key into her privately installed lock above the knob. Turned the same direction. Click. When Lola swung open the door, afternoon sunlight spilled into the dark living room, chasing away shadows and washing over the grey granite floor. The walls in the living room were bare. The apartment’s only furniture was two beds, a tv and a small circular wooden circle table in the middle of the kitchen. Two pink blankets were shrouded over large double windows that threatened to let the outside world look in.
Lola closed the door behind them, double checking the locks in her familiar ritual. Placing her bag on the kitchen counter, she pulled out her pack of Newports, and headed down the short hallway. Stopping in front of a …show more content…
Tides that I tried to swim against.”
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Elena
The anniversary of her withdrawal from Thompson Elementary had reached it’s second month mark. And there was a general uneasy feeling that had crept over Elena in the weeks after. She had lay stagnant in her bedroom, her eyes tracing invisible shapes on her ceiling. Rereading “Hannibal” by Thomas Harris. Finishing “Pet Sematary” by Stephen King. Asking her mother when they could go to the thrift store to pick up more books. Elena’s restlessness settled for a bit the day the online program’s materials came.
“Here! Look at this!” Lola handed Elena a small thick glossy book that read: All You Need To Know about American History from 1692 - 1872. Mother and daughter had picked up the online program’s materials one morning after their daily trip to the library. The brown cardboard box had opened up a new world of K-12 Algebra, American History, Classical Art, and Biology. Elena flipped through the textbooks and traced her hands over a glossy page showing a Madonna and Child painting.
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