A true story
A small girl sits outside wearing a pink top and purple skirt, bandages on her knees from falling while trying to skate like the other kids. Her hair up in messy pig tails and a tear in her eye as it starts to rain. Her stockings are pulled up, one over her knee, the other falling down. The rain falls down and she sits on the porch getting wet, the water starts to run together with the tears on her face fogging up her glasses. Her parents are busy, off doing work to keep the family alive. They didn’t really care about her anyway. Her father and mother married young and had two children; boy, and then 5 years later a little girl. She was that little girl. Her brother was still in his elementary school in the fourth grade. But she was in kindergarten so she got out three hours before him. She had no one to talk to, and the doors to the house were locked so she couldn’t get inside. She was glad it was raining. The wind blew and soaked her inside and out making her freezing cold, but still she was happy for the rain. If it had been sunny the other kids would have been playing hopscotch or catch and she would be watching them with mournful eyes because they would never let her play.
A small girl started to get older without any real friends in school, she got picked on and made fun of all the time. Her brother was in high school and was busy a lot of the time, and her parents still away most always. Her brother was her only friend and helped her through the hardest points of her life. She struggled in school because she was so worried about what other people thought of her and started failing all of her classes. She tried everything to get them to leave her alone, she tried ignoring the kids, but that didn’t work. And then she turned to other ways of getting them off of her back. She started to get into fights and ended up getting hurt badly. She got sent to the office and expelled from her school. Her parents were upset with her, a third grader should have known better. They sent her to a new school and things weren’t much better, her brother had started teaching her some things that would help her with bullies and he gave her a wand. But she did not get much from her exchange of schools. She made friends with a girl named Brittany and found out later that she was not a true friend and had only bothered with her on a bet. The girl was devastated. She still fought through it all however; her brother helping her every step of the way.
A small girl was sitting at home one night alone eating a TV dinner at the kitchen table quietly. She was waiting for her parents to come home with her brother from a trip. Her brother was going to become a follower tonight. She had wanted to go desperately but her parents had told her no. So she stayed at home quietly thinking about her brother and how proud she was and how happy he was and how he was going to tell her ever detail of the event when he got home. She sat in silence then quietly as she finished then got up and threw her plate away and washed her fork off putting it away. She turned off the light and walked up the stair case. Looking into the rooms she passes she saw the bathroom and then her brothers room. Marks room. She looked at all the posters from bands like Papa Roach and the bed covered with a black comforter. She smiled, his T shirts were all over the floor as usual and it made her feel at home knowing they were all there. She passed her parents bedroom where the door was closed and went into her bedroom at the end of the hall. She undressed and pulled on a lime green night gown that was too small for her and had a hole in the lower part of its stomach. She turned her light off, took her glasses off and climbed into bed.
A small girl in the middle of the night heard a sound and got out of bed. Her father was home and panting. “TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!” He yelled slamming the front door and locking it. The little girl ran to do as she was told. When she came back from her bedroom after turning off the lights her father would not tell her anything, he was sweaty and had a large cut on his right arm. She decided that it was best to go to bed. She climbed into bed and tried to sleep but couldn’t she was scared, she wanted her brother. The next morning when she awoke her father was gone. It was Monday. She walked downstairs and got out a bowl of serial from the cabinet. She walked back over to the table and set it down realizing all the milk was expired by a few days. She looked at the newspaper that was sitting on the table; her father must have left it. Craven didn’t clean up much. She read the words printed on the cover and she froze, “APPREHENDED 3 DEATH EATERS, TWO KILLED.” The girl read the words then looked down the article, they didn’t have names, but they had pictures. Her mothers and two other people, a male and a female were in prison. And beside that her brother Mark and another boy were lying dead in the dirt. The moving picture showing no motion except for the wind rustling some leaves. The girl dropped the paper and started to cry. This girl was Jessica Williams.
A small girl started to get older without any real friends in school, she got picked on and made fun of all the time. Her brother was in high school and was busy a lot of the time, and her parents still away most always. Her brother was her only friend and helped her through the hardest points of her life. She struggled in school because she was so worried about what other people thought of her and started failing all of her classes. She tried everything to get them to leave her alone, she tried ignoring the kids, but that didn’t work. And then she turned to other ways of getting them off of her back. She started to get into fights and ended up getting hurt badly. She got sent to the office and expelled from her school. Her parents were upset with her, a third grader should have known better. They sent her to a new school and things weren’t much better, her brother had started teaching her some things that would help her with bullies and he gave her a wand. But she did not get much from her exchange of schools. She made friends with a girl named Brittany and found out later that she was not a true friend and had only bothered with her on a bet. The girl was devastated. She still fought through it all however; her brother helping her every step of the way.
A small girl was sitting at home one night alone eating a TV dinner at the kitchen table quietly. She was waiting for her parents to come home with her brother from a trip. Her brother was going to become a follower tonight. She had wanted to go desperately but her parents had told her no. So she stayed at home quietly thinking about her brother and how proud she was and how happy he was and how he was going to tell her ever detail of the event when he got home. She sat in silence then quietly as she finished then got up and threw her plate away and washed her fork off putting it away. She turned off the light and walked up the stair case. Looking into the rooms she passes she saw the bathroom and then her brothers room. Marks room. She looked at all the posters from bands like Papa Roach and the bed covered with a black comforter. She smiled, his T shirts were all over the floor as usual and it made her feel at home knowing they were all there. She passed her parents bedroom where the door was closed and went into her bedroom at the end of the hall. She undressed and pulled on a lime green night gown that was too small for her and had a hole in the lower part of its stomach. She turned her light off, took her glasses off and climbed into bed.
A small girl in the middle of the night heard a sound and got out of bed. Her father was home and panting. “TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!” He yelled slamming the front door and locking it. The little girl ran to do as she was told. When she came back from her bedroom after turning off the lights her father would not tell her anything, he was sweaty and had a large cut on his right arm. She decided that it was best to go to bed. She climbed into bed and tried to sleep but couldn’t she was scared, she wanted her brother. The next morning when she awoke her father was gone. It was Monday. She walked downstairs and got out a bowl of serial from the cabinet. She walked back over to the table and set it down realizing all the milk was expired by a few days. She looked at the newspaper that was sitting on the table; her father must have left it. Craven didn’t clean up much. She read the words printed on the cover and she froze, “APPREHENDED 3 DEATH EATERS, TWO KILLED.” The girl read the words then looked down the article, they didn’t have names, but they had pictures. Her mothers and two other people, a male and a female were in prison. And beside that her brother Mark and another boy were lying dead in the dirt. The moving picture showing no motion except for the wind rustling some leaves. The girl dropped the paper and started to cry. This girl was Jessica Williams.
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