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The Loudest of All
“We’re going to be late!” With an unlit cigarette hanging from her mouth, Momma grabbed my baby sister from the crib in the living room. Lorena started to cry from the sudden movement and the sound of Momma calling out to me, “Nancy, let’s get moving!”. She couldn’t see my eyes as I peeked through the gap in the slightly open bathroom door. While frantically grabbing for things on the overrun kitchen table, she bounced Lorena up and down on her hip to soothe her.“Momma, just go on without me! I can make it to school on my own.” I made my voice sound as casual as possible as I lied through my t...
Choice
I woke up and stretched. Looking around the room, my younger brother Greg was still sleeping. He never wanted to get up early on Sundays. “What’s the point” he would say “every day is the same anyways. Getting up earlier won’t change that.” I was starting to worry that he was becoming depressed. He was 14 and always miserable. He complained that everything was plain and awful. He wanted to do things other than work and meet people who were beyond our community. I wasn’t sure why, mom and dad always said we were safe here and we would never survive outside our protwww.onedoor.ccected space. We lived in a bu...
The Quiet Game
The Quiet GameIt was a normal Tuesday, just another school day. Me and my mom rushing so we could get out the door, like usual. Same route, she drops me off at school, and then she goes to work. I walk into my first period class, and get ready to take notes on the cell membrane. Same boring day, just as normal. Right?“The cell membrane, also known as the plasma membrane, is a double layer of lipids and proteins…” says the teacher going on and on for our notebooks. I kept dozing off so I decided to take a bathroom break to splash some water on my face. I have my headphones in as I’m walking to ...
I Fly Away
The smoke makes my eyes smoggy. I cough up a ball of grey air and light the head in red flame.I hear a click and turn backwards. Her dark brown hair brushes past her eyes. Her large eyes are now the perfect size, fitting her face perfectly. She's wearing a pink barbie dress that goes just past her knees. I try to avoid eye contact, balling the cigarette in my fist."So- you must be my mommy." Her voice is so sweet and smooth like honey. It sounds happy and mocking at the same time."Of course I am." I cough. Who else could I be? For a second my head hurts like an overpowered battery. My daughter...