The House The gate swung wide open. I forcefully pushed it with a branch I found lying in a pile of leaves. It was that time of the year again, autumn leaves fell from all that was left of the bare trees, naked as it’s last shield of warmth made it’s home to the ground, soon to be scattered away as giant beings forced them out of their yards. The breeze hits me hard, I grasp my thin cardigan with all my might. I guess I should’ve listened to my mom when she said to wear a coat. It’s the middle of October, how cold can it get? I was wrong. I was careful not to touch the rust from under the paint peeling off, I took my cardigan as a tissue and allowed myself in, ignoring the “No Trespassing” sign that was practically screaming my name. Mom
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I would sometimes see her climbing out of her window, only to step into her getaway car and escape through the night. The silent laughter and thrill of the moment excites her. Her long blonde hair would blow through the winds, her arms raised, she looks so happy and free. No one would expect this of her, but the girl is lonely. She’s lost and confused. Unsure of the future that awaits her. She was like any high school student trying to raise money to get out of town, desperate for prince charming to run her way in his shining armor, and a pool of money to fall from the sky. During the day she works at the local supermarket, barely making enough to support her grandparents and herself. Mom and I would stop sometimes to pick up our groceries from there. I liked talking to her, she’s real and straight to the point, almost like a big sister I never had. She gives me advice and comforts me like a mother should. Mom doesn’t like me seeing her, says she’s a bad influence. Mom doesn’t seem to be the only one spreading rumors about her. She’s sleeping with the boss of the supermarket, that’s the only reason she even has that job. She’s been cheating customers out of their money, giving a couple dollars less of the change to keep to herself. There’s all talk in this town, no wonder the girl wants to leave. I don’t care though, I like …show more content…
She said her mother died giving birth and that her dad just one day packed his things and stepped out of her life. No reason, no goodbyes. No cards for Thanksgiving, no presents on Christmas, no visits on her birthday. She says she didn’t see it coming, that things happen when you least expect it, that I shouldn’t expect much from the start. If you expect too much, you’ll always be disappointed in the end. I wonder how it feels to never have met your mother. I wish I was more like her. She’s a scared little girl in an armor suit, ready for the world to hit her hard in the chest and I’m still a coward that whimpers at every thought of change. I’m going to be sad when she leaves next year. She’s almost 18 but compared to me, she’s already grown. She says she wants to go far, far away. She says she’s tired of living in this small town, no one cares about one another, she says. No one cares about her to be exact. But I do. I tell her to take me with her, that I’ll help her make money by getting a job and that we can live together. She laughs. She asks me how my mother would feel about that. I don’t
I would sometimes see her climbing out of her window, only to step into her getaway car and escape through the night. The silent laughter and thrill of the moment excites her. Her long blonde hair would blow through the winds, her arms raised, she looks so happy and free. No one would expect this of her, but the girl is lonely. She’s lost and confused. Unsure of the future that awaits her. She was like any high school student trying to raise money to get out of town, desperate for prince charming to run her way in his shining armor, and a pool of money to fall from the sky. During the day she works at the local supermarket, barely making enough to support her grandparents and herself. Mom and I would stop sometimes to pick up our groceries from there. I liked talking to her, she’s real and straight to the point, almost like a big sister I never had. She gives me advice and comforts me like a mother should. Mom doesn’t like me seeing her, says she’s a bad influence. Mom doesn’t seem to be the only one spreading rumors about her. She’s sleeping with the boss of the supermarket, that’s the only reason she even has that job. She’s been cheating customers out of their money, giving a couple dollars less of the change to keep to herself. There’s all talk in this town, no wonder the girl wants to leave. I don’t care though, I like …show more content…
She said her mother died giving birth and that her dad just one day packed his things and stepped out of her life. No reason, no goodbyes. No cards for Thanksgiving, no presents on Christmas, no visits on her birthday. She says she didn’t see it coming, that things happen when you least expect it, that I shouldn’t expect much from the start. If you expect too much, you’ll always be disappointed in the end. I wonder how it feels to never have met your mother. I wish I was more like her. She’s a scared little girl in an armor suit, ready for the world to hit her hard in the chest and I’m still a coward that whimpers at every thought of change. I’m going to be sad when she leaves next year. She’s almost 18 but compared to me, she’s already grown. She says she wants to go far, far away. She says she’s tired of living in this small town, no one cares about one another, she says. No one cares about her to be exact. But I do. I tell her to take me with her, that I’ll help her make money by getting a job and that we can live together. She laughs. She asks me how my mother would feel about that. I don’t