Would the princess ever grow up and become old and crusty like her horrid stepmother? Who would know that all these years later, she would find out? Bubbe’s wrinkled frame was draped across the bed, her body covered with a pink night shirt and tie blanket that Harper cra... ... middle of paper ... ...body in the synagogue was really there. Just a memory. And the scene changed again and again, Harper viewing the same moments viewed by those watery blue eyes she loves so dearly.
Mrs. Evered left to fill up her coffee cup. As Scarletta sat down at one of the uncomfortable desks, the girl heard a rattling from one of the vents suspended from the ceiling. After several minutes of studying, Scarletta started to notice only a few words; “pour dormir: to sleep, à rêver: to dream, nuit: night,” she murmured with a noticeably lethargic voice . 20 minutes later, the girl woke up, but as her head, it rebound... ... middle of paper ... ...k of: Mrs. Evered’s. It was completely unlocked as always, and Scarletta decided to hide in the supply closet.
Rummaging through her desk drawer, Megan mumbled, “Jess, have you seen my magnifying glass and Junior Scientist Bug Book?” Finding both before she had finished asking Megan shoved the instrument in her back pocket and tucked the book under her arm before slamming the desk drawer closed. On her way out the door, Megan stepped into her trainers. Wiggling into her shoes looking as if she were doing a strange rain dance. The twin sisters ran up the stairs, skipping every other step; drawn to the smell of freshly baked muffins. Jessie grabbed two off the kitchen counter and tossed one to Megan, who caught the muffin with... ... middle of paper ... ...y of their home as a huge lightning bolt lit up the sky.
Though the door was closed, muffled shouts still echoed into the room. Once again she sat lost in her coloring when her mother entered and softly closed the door. Tracy was in her mid-twenties, and was once very stunning, however the lines etched across her face betrayed the beauty she once had. “Come here, baby.” She called out to her. “Come sit in my lap” Chrissy rose and joined her mother, in what was becoming a daily ritual.
You could feel the untouched chill from the tiles pressed on your feet as you walked towards the living room. I stumble from my sleepy haze to see that my mom was hiding behind the huge white wooden door peering through the peep hole. While looking to see who was on the other side of the door, she whispered to me go to in my room and take the dogs with me. Knowing better to challenge my mother’s words, I grabbed the fluff of black fur, Lucy, and encouraged Susie to follow me as I went into my room. When walking into the room every little sound became ten times louder, Susie’s paws taping on the cold tiles walking towards her bed by the nightstand.
I french braided it tightly before going back into my bedroom and crawled on the floor to my bed trying to dig out my beaten up pair of converse. “ Lily… come on, it’s time for school,” I gently shook her awake watching her large coco brown eyes open. “ No… too early…” She whined rolling over and getting herself out of bed, “ Do you have to go to work today Anna?” I nodded a bit sadly, “ Sorry sweet. But, I’ve got to go.” She sighed and went over to the small walk in closet that we had converted into a bedroom for my little six year old brother. It tore at my heart everytime I watched them get ready for school, or when they get ready to go to bed at night that there is no possible way for... ... middle of paper ... ... wasn’t early to work because of it I thought it was worth spending the time with her.
Why did you let me sleep in?” “Umm… well you see… I sort of already did the first three loads,” Caleb ... ... middle of paper ... ...she had with Edward... Bella shook her head, dispelling that last thought, and quickly tapped out a reply. Meet ya’ at 3pm. Coffee Place. She hit send and then sat down on her bed to put on a pair of brown ankle boots. She grabbed her red bellhop hoodie along with her purse, keys and phone, and left her room to find Caleb.
From her purse she produced a small Motorola flip phone which she opened and checked for messages before she laid it down. Ten o’clock and I haven’t started the painting yet she thought. Esther looked at the door to the back bedroom. Just inside the back door and off of the kitchen she was turning the room into a home office, a sanctuary where she could pour over pap... ... middle of paper ... ...“Miss Esther?” Axil interrupted her muse. He stood straining in the doorway with a pair of heavy 63” panes in his arms.
Katy lay in bed with her eyes shut, trying to grasp the last wisps of her beautiful dream. She knew it was even more impossible than falling asleep at night, but still persisted since the only thing she had to return to in the world was her mother and their little house that looked like everyone else’s in the Soviet Union. Her father died in World War Two, and he was the only one who was able to bring a smile to her face. Katy slowly got up out of her soft, warm bed. Her mother was much more affected by his death than her; Katy was only ten years old when he got shot.
Disappointed by the note, although she wasn’t sure why, Kat crinkled the paper and crammed it into her pocket. After breakfast, the morning passed in a whirl. While Kat unpacked thei... ... middle of paper ... ... to be over between us.” His voice was compassionate. “Someday you’ll see that I’m right.” She wrapped her arms tight around his neck, kissing his stiff lips between sobs. “And what about Marcus?