Creative Writing: Unpacking Chains

Up And Down

Marissa:

It wasn't all that bad I guess. I mean, I'm sure I can get used to it, but I don't know if I want to. “Mom,” I said, “our house is a disaster. When are we gonna start actually unpacking boxes?” I sat down on the rug in the center of what would be our new kitchen. “Well I was hoping we could get started today, but I'm not sure what your father has planned.” Great,I thought, that's what we need. I was trying to look through a box for some cereal, but I couldn't find it. “Mom, if I can't even find a box of cereal in this house, then what am I supposed to eat for breakfast?”

Lala:

“Lala! Lala, where are you?” “I'm right here, mom,” I said giggling. “Oh, right. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I guess I'm

Actually my daughter Marissa is home and she’s the same age as you, Lala. I’ll go get her. Come on in, make yourself at home. We moved in a couple of weeks ago, and we're just about done unpacking. Just some boxes for the bedrooms.” I was unpacking the last of my lei's when mom opened the door really fast with this excited look on her face “Marissa, guess what! The new neighbors from across the street are sitting our living room!” “Mom, okay, I’m coming!” She dragged me out of the room, and I thought I was going to lose my arm. “Alright, here she is. This is my daughter, Marissa.” “It’s very nice to meet you,” said Lola. We started hanging out for a couple of weeks, then one night, I looked out the window and there was a firetruck and an ambulance in front of the Walten’s. Mom and I raced over to their house to figure out what was going on. We ran over to Joan, who was standing on the sidewalk, her hand over her mouth, crying. Mom told me to go inside and get ready for bed, she told me she would be up in a minute to tell me what happened. She burst through the door tears streaming down her cheeks. She sat down on the bed and said, “Lala, something very bad has happened to Marissa. She was home alone, and a man came into the