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My short story?

• I looked down in grief, with the tall wooden fence in front of me casting shadows upon my face. Its like prison but worse, everything would be downhill from here like the hill I am sitting on. For a moment everything got brighter, but it was just the sun. This has a meaning, I thought, maybe things can get brighter if I have hope. I can reach for the sky, with many possibilities, of course I couldn’t really reach the sky. If I could though I would be aloud if Aunt Emit saw me leave the yard, I would be punished Soon I had to just meet face with reality, I am nothing but a unlucky, unhappy girl living with her nasty old aunt. “Why? Why did fate have to be like this!?” Its just not fair to anybody. I stood up, went over to the rock pile and pick the biggest rock. After, I picked the one that felt right I took a deep calming breath. Prepped my tiny muscles at wiped it at the tall fence. A CLUNK filled the neighborhood, which wasn’t much of a neighborhood the closet house felt like one hundred feet away. If Aunt Emit heard it she would be very upset with me and probably wouldn’t let me outside anymore. “Never make any loud sounds outside!” she had once warned. I wasn’t quite sure I was ready to have my outside taken away from me. Not that I have a choice she forces me to go outside everyday before she goes to her mail office. It’s not that bad to be outside in the spring and fall, but the scorching summer was to much to handle especially without sunscreen. “No lotion will ever stop you from turning a certain color. Just be grateful your turning red instead of black.” she told me once. Honesty, I rather have summer than when winter comes around. I have a coat and snow pants she bought me two years ago. I have grown from than but its better than nothing. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough she would send me out with hot towels, hot coco, and heating packets. In summer, if her friends would come over to come into the pool, I wouldn’t be able to go outside, and would be forced inside for two days in my room. It wasn’t all that bad, actually kind of nice from the break of the summer’s heat. Enough of thinking about the other seasons I thought. Aunt Emit would be home in a few hours, I should get some rest. I got comfortable I rested my head down and felt my hair blow in the Spring breeze. “Yes! I am free, Aunt Emit can’t tell me what to do any-” My dream got interrupted but a familiar voice. “Trisha Jones, it’s mail time get you lazy butt in here! Don’t just sleep, I was busy at work all day and u just sleep?” “Well, I had nothing else to do.” “Now, you do! Your nine years old, less sleep more labor!” “Yes Ma’am.” I said in defense, it’s the only thing I could say. “How long will mail time mail time be today?” I said still confused from just waking up. “Oh, probably ‘bout three hours as a minimum, too bad there isn’t more for your weak lazy bones to sort.” Ugh. I hated mail time. Everyday Aunt Emit came home from her mail office she brought tons of letters in hurdles of bags. She would un-bundle the stacks and tell me, the misfortunate one, to sort all the letters that are being sent in alphabetical order according to the last name. I remember when I first started mail time. Aunt Emit was still bragging about her new top notch mail office. You’d think she would sort the mail herself, but she just thinks she’s too busy. She also thinks she has worked to hard from the days work at office, and needs to get some sleep. Ugh. I remembered first thinking. “How can I sort it if I cant even read, remember I got taken out of school right after-” I got cut off. “Do you know your ABC’s?” “Of course Daddy taught them to me during first grade . I would have learned much more in school if only I went to third grade. But I live with you now. But shouldn’t I still go to school and be able to out with you?” I asked knowing it was hopeless. Aunt Emit never has answered that question. For me, I was stuck sorting the mail. Forever. Thinking about the past realized how much, I, Trisha Jones missed out. I usually had this thought, it always made me sad. But I try to move on. “I’ll be inside in a minute, Aunt Emit” “Well I can’t wait a minute, so how about now!” “Yes Ma’am.” I marched right past her. Hmm, I thought, maybe I can lock the door and she’ll be out here forever just like me, but she probably has some house keys in her big old bag she lugs around everywhere she goes. Looking down from the misfortunate failure to my thought, I saw my shadow from the nice warm sun, and went inside. I got to the table I sort mail at and took a sear and the scraggly old chair. I started the job. Aunt Emit was right it did take hours, but at least it wasn’t a two day job. I looked through my pile, it seemed as good work. I straightened the pile, that started with the Abest’s and ended with the Zynox’s. I heard Aunt Emit was eating her big feast and preparing to bring my food into my room. When she left my room she came to see if I was finished. “Wow,” she said, “Nice work. You know you should work at a mail office .That’s when I let u move out…when your 65.” “ Wha- What?” she asked choppily from the tears begging to fall from stormy day. Without a second thought she rushed to her room. She ran up the un-carpeted stairs making huge clunking sounds from her angry stomping. I shoved my door, I felt as a giant crushing a door. Now in my room I ran to my run down bed. It wasn’t much of a room, more like a dusty attic with a old mattress with faded purple blankets. Nothing much else filled my room, I had an old nightstand that I use to place my lantern and spare batteries. I didn’t have many books. I had one about many jobs, one about animals, and the rest were sort of school books. I had one for reading and math, the other for science, social studies, and the arts. I know you’re thinking I can get school material from this but I read these books over and over memorized almost every word, but it’s first grade material. Inside the same nightstand, was the most special stuff to me. I had two photos and a book. The book was Cinderella the fairytale, my favorite book. I am always jealous of her I always think, her life turned out so great, she was free and she had a handsome prince. Maybe just maybe, I always thought, I can end up just like her. I mean, she was treated horrible too but then she just got lucky. Next were the two photos. The first was of my family, before fate had to hate me. We were all so happy at a little gazebo at a park, when I was 4. I was holding both Mom and Dad’s hands and I jumped in the air. Happiest, nothing was wrong. I sometimes remember that day I couldn’t stop smiling when I kept jumping in the air holding my parent’s hands, because I had no worries at all. Every time I looked at this photo I couldn’t help but smile, at how happy my family and I were. Suddenly after I look at it though I get sad. From the accidents that happened in my life. So, I always shook the thoughts away. The other was a picture of my best friend Emma. I haven’t seen her in four years though. I missed her. She would always comfort me when my father was drunk and would try to hurt me. “Oh Emma.” I wept. “ If only you could help me now. I miss you.” I couldn’t believe this. I can’t move out until I am 65, why, why is she always torturing me? Weren’t kids supposed to move out at age 18? At least that’s what it said in my job book. I sighed. If I moved out when I was 65 I would be old enough to retire. I will not let this happen. After crying for what felt as forever, though it was probably an hour, I felt hungry so I ate my food. I gathered some shirts and piled to make a little sort of chair. I pulled the plate of very little food that Aunt Emit had left during mail time, and put it by the shirt pile. The plate consisted of a chicken wing, small amount of peas, and a strawberry. The food wasn’t as bad as it could be. If it was a motel I would rate it 2 and a half stars. Many kids would probably consider themselves lucky to have this. I licked every last crumb and put my plate but the rugged garbage bin. I have decided to take my anger out in a safer way, so Aunt Emit wouldn’t hear me , with my “Questions for Aunt Emit” list. I haven’t actually wrote any questions down yet, because every time I didn’t have enough guts. I always felt she would come in, read the questions and laugh in my face. Even though I never wrote the questions down I knew them all in my head. So I eventually found a pencil and my list. I started to have cold feet about writing this list. Well I don’t care, I am just so mad, I thought. I thought and I began to write: Questions for Aunt Emit 1. Why are you always so mean? 2. Why do you make me go outside, when u go to work? 3. Why can’t I go to school or be seen by anyone? 4. Why can’t I have any fun? I couldn’t go this. I put my pencil down hid the list inside the nightstand, and jumped in my lousy bed and wept into my pillow to think about my life. It was horrible, I mean I am I kid! Actually I can’t be a kid, kids have fun. I am more like a prisoner, stuck in a cell. I have many of these kind of nights, especially since I have been here for two years. The crying finally made me sleepy and I dosed off. Having somewhat pleasant dreams for a change but my resting came to a halt when I heard a crash. I jerked up alert, it was my door somebody was coming in, stealing me. Free at last! Ugh. It was just Aunt Emit, I slowly fell back into my bed. “Get up.” “Huh Why?” I wondered “It’s time for me to go to work” she said like it was obvious. “But- But, its three a.m.” I reminded her in my sleeping voice “I know, its new to me too, every Wednesday I have to get to work at 3:30.” she stated grumpily. I didn’t want to get up, it was too early maybe I can complain like Emma’s sister always did. She always got her way, and ten more minutes to sleep. What do I have to lose, I considered. “Just ten more minutes?” I pleaded. “No, get up now before you have to sleep outside tonight! But I will give you 1 minute to get dressed, and get outside.” she said them slammed the door. So I did what I was told and started walking down the stairs. I received my small breakfast, and lunch for later, and headed outside. I began to eat my food of a slice of bread, granola bar and a mini bottle of water. Picking up the bread first, I devoured it, but I saved some water for later. Suddenly I get a chill down my spine. It would be scary to sleep out here in the dark all alone. Being outside was nice, sometimes boring. Aunt Emit said I could never make noise, since somebody might hear it. It just wasn’t right. I decided to go look for some bugs in the grass and in the rocks. There was no bugs in the grass, maybe just too much grass to see the mud below. I got up with grass imprints on my hands and went by the rocks. Carefully, making little noise as possible I got to the mud portion. I dug and dug, but nothing. I should just stop and go lay down like yesterday, I thought. Maybe just one more finger dig, maybe I will get lucky for once. So I tried it and there before my eyes was a little ball. From my animal book I knew what it was. It was a Rollie Pollie, as I called it. It got out of its ball shape. It peeked out of its ball, I couldn’t see quite how it looked yet, since it wasn’t sun rise. It was shaking as I was trying to hold it. It started to crawl, probably away from me. It tickled my hand, I kept rotating my hands so it could stay on. I rummaged the yard to find something to put it in. Nothing, at least until I went by the door. I remembered I had my plate from breakfast,. I licked the remaining crumbs and took a little sip of the water. As, I retrieved the plate I returned to my spot. Now, what do Rollie Pollies eat? Hmm. I threw some grass and leaves onto the plate. As, along with a stick for it to climb on, and some dirt to sleep on. sounds like my room, I thought ungratefully. I couldn’t help but forge a small giggle. Now I should name it, I considered. Well it’s a very pretty bug I thought. I had three names in the running. Mia after my favorite soccer star from my job book, Linda, and Suzie. They all sounded so pretty but I had to pick one. How stupid am I? I thought instantly, I should name it after my pretty mother, Rosanne. So it was settled, her new name was Rosanne. We played for hours and I later let her sleep. For the rest of the day I decided to watch the sun rise, watch clouds, and catch up on my sleep. Then it hit me, my birthday was soon! I stood up and did a little jump. Of course birthdays weren’t as good as they used to with Mom and Dad, but it was another year older. Usually when a kid thought of birthdays they thought of presents and fun but mine weren’t like that. I just usually didn’t have to do as much mail time, about a quarter, and got few strawberries that were dipped with chocolate(this was always my favorite treat.) But of course Aunt Emit was always mean to me Soon enough Aunt Emit was home, and called me in the house with the typical “Trisha Jones get you lazy bones in here now!” As I entered I knew my post with the mail. It didn’t take much time today maybe 30 minutes. We didn’t talk much, so I decided to break the silence before I went to go eat upstairs. “So.. Aunt Emit, do you know what day it is tomorrow?” I asked eagerly. I could tell she was thinking hard, “ Uh… Friday. Wait no Thursday …Is this a trick question?” “No, you silly,” I could see her hairy lip starting to rise with anger so I got right to the point, “ its my birthday!” “Oh.” she said. And after that nothing more so I went to my attic room. My meal obtained a meatloaf square and some corn. After that I was off to bed and fast asleep without a problem. When I did awake the sun was up. Hmm that is different I thought with curiosity. I jumped out of bed and run down the stairs as fast and my little feet could scurry, like normal kids on Christmas morning. Empty. Everything was still and empty. Her shoes, gone, her keys, gone, HER, gone. Interesting, I come to think of it. At first I thought it was a trap, that is until I reached the kitchen table. Every time I came in this room I sneezed from all the dust and wanted to puke from the run down, hideous wall paper. A yellow not caught my eye. As it read: Dear Trisha,  happy tenth birthday. I guess. Since its your birthday, today, and today only you may stay inside. There are a few rules 1. don’t make a mess 2.Don’t do anything that you shouldn’t be doing because I will find out about it. 3. Don’t make much noise. 4, Don’t leave the house. You can go outside in the backyard if you wish but whatever. 5. You will still have mail time today so enjoy the house and follow rules. Sincerely, Aunt( Maryann) Emit. P.S if this doesn’t go well….you will NEVER stay inside again and there WILL be a punishment. “Yes!” I shouted, “For all things good in this world, YES! I‘m alone” I haven’t been this happy since the picture in my room with my family. I could do anything I wanted to except get into trouble. For starters I made a small breakfast of colorful cereal with some blue bird on the colored box. Then got milk and poured it. If Aunt Emit was here I would NEVER be able to have this, but she’s not ☺. And I, for once ever since I lived here was never this happy. Maybe I can actually be a kid for this very day. I decided to go to the living room. Sat my well-rested body down. I pulled this little black box with buttons over that I barely knew about called a remote. I watched it here with Aunt Emit once, when she needed company on her birthday. It was some lovey-dovey movie, it wasn’t very much into my interest. I flipped it on and the television came to some channel with some weird sounding language going really fast. Not for me, click, the channel turned. Now it was some guy in a fancy suit on a map of the country. Wow, is he stuck up there? I turned it once more this time it was a yellow sponge and a pink starfish, in what seemed to be underwater. They were hitting their owns heads with a hammer! What the--?! This channel seemed for kids- the normal kind. It was very unreal but it intrigued my interest. Then the sponge which responded to Sponge bob went home in a pineapple. And the star was I guess name Patrick went home to a rock! This is so weird,. I thought! I watched this for awhile longer then it got too ridiculous I decided to do something else. I have always also wanted to listen to music on her radio/ boom box. I put the antenna up and scrolled along with the dial. As I randomly stop it was some very loud screaming and drumming. Why would I listen to that? I tried again. This time it was a girl singer being announced. The announcer said “ Up next we have Hannah Montana singing Life’s What You Make It.” I thought Montana was a stated I remembered from my text book. The name just sounded interesting so I thought I would listen to some of it. I waited while the intro was playing then I heard the words: “Don't let no small frustration Ever bring you down No no no no Just take a situation And turn it all around” she sang. I really listened to the words and thought, well I’m always said and frustrated. Maybe I need to turn it around and start doing something about it. I listened to the rest of the song and shut the radio off before the next song. I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down those words that she first sang. I took the paper to my room and placed it in my nightstand drawer, where the rest of my important stuff stayed. So now what… I wondered. I decided there was something I needed to do. Building my courage took awhile like the Egyptians building those pyramids. But it finally happened, all confidence. I, Trisha Jones, was ready to make an entry across the hall into her room. I stealthily walked down the hallway. The floorboards crackled as I walked onto them. Always looking around my back, I felt like someone was going to pop out at me. In movies this part was when that scary and intense music played slowly. Finally, for what felt like hours passing, I made it into the which’s room. I have never been in here, except when I first came here, when given the tour of this evil house. It didn’t look much different at all. I looked around a bit. Finding old black and white family photos, some dog, and an empty picture frame. Hmm.. Why is it empty? I crept around a little bit more. Nothing much other then her big lumped bed in the middle of the room. Then I came upon her garbage can. I couldn’t do this any more somehow Aunt Emit would find out I was in here- or even I’ll find something scary. But the objects that I saw in the trash bin made me stay. A picture- a wedding picture to be exact. I examined it. As my eyes started to swell with tears, I knew who it was. It was my beautiful parents happy on there wedding day. Why would she throw this out. I thought as I was sobbing. Then it caught my tearful eye. There was a lady in the background. Someone that resembled Aunt Emit- wait! That is Aunt Emit. She was frowning and looked even more unhappy then she does now( which I thought she couldn’t get any more sulky.) But why? Why is she frowning so may questions, I decided I would add it to my list. I grabbed the picture and decided to take it. There was one more crumpled sheets that seemed to form a packet. But before I grabbed it I decided to run to her bathroom and grab some sheets of toilet paper to throw in the trash to show that I never took anything. As I was back to the trash, I retrieved the packet, then threw the toilet paper into the bin. I began to un-crumple the papers and began to read it. There was an address, which what seemed to be this house, sent to Aunt Emit. It was dated July 23, 1971. And before I could read any more I was disturbed by a loud THUD. Before I could think I rolled under her lumpy bed. It was the only instinct I could cope. It was the bedroom door, closed by Aunt Emit. I knew I would be pig meat if she saw me in here. Her first rule by me coming into this house a few years ago was, “ My room is off limits.” She threw her mail room coat down onto the bed and the covers rippled. Then she slammed herself down onto the bed-must have been in a bad mood- leaving my own head almost getting squashed. I wanted to yelp out in pain but I couldn’t, that would just bring more pain in my future. She took off her smelly old white gym shoes, leaving her blue socked feet uncovered. Without thinking, I covered my nose. I didn’t need to be nervous and unconscious. Whenever she took her shoes off, you have to take cover, because they always smelled. You would think they wouldn’t since she probably doesn’t even work hard at work, but trust me on this one, they smell. She sat there. And sat there. Then started mumbling and sighing. At first I paid no attention, but I realized I probably should incase it answers my questions. “So, it was a whole 10 years ago, this cute, little, lazy, girl was born. Oh I remember that day I went to go see her and got a whole lecture out of her mother, the evil mother of all time. The one that--” she stopped short. I twitched about to get out from under the bed and argue saying her mother wasn’t all those nasty things. But something, just something stopped her. But what was it? Her voice inside her, her mother, fate, or maybe just the fact if she moved she would be so dead. “Well,” Aunt Emit began to say, “better find that girl for mail time.” She got up left the door open and began shouting my name. “Trisha, Trisha, TRISHA” she began to yell abruptly. “Let me check outside.” she walked slowly down the stairs. This gave me about a minute to run back in my room and act like I heard nothing and did nothing bad. But I couldn’t budge. I was totally flabbergasted and dumbfounded. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, the wind was knocked out of me. I jumped I heard the outside door open and heard her begin to scream my name. Quick, I thought! I ran fast and quite to my room. Placed the picture and letter down. Body slammed back onto my bed and acted fast asleep. A few moments later I heard her come back upstairs, and heard her screaming so fierce and upset like the hulk destroying the city. “ Trisha Jones..If you don’t get doing mail time right now --” she started to say as she burst open my door. And was shocked to find me there asleep. I “awoke” very confused like a normal sleeper. “My, you’re a heavy sleeper.” she said impatiently. “Downstairs, NOW!” I rushed past her and into my seat for mail time. I was lucky it was never this quick. Aunt Emit told me happy birthday and I enjoyed my dinner strawberries and I ran outside to see Rosanne. She was there and I gave her part of my remains of the strawberry for my birthday treat. Later on, back inside Aunt Emit had a surprise for me. Wow this is my best birthday from ever living here. She pulled out of her mail bag a dirty, low on air ball. Right away I knew it was a soccer ball, from my sports book. At that moment I was just so happy. It brought back many memories of my daddy teaching me how to play soccer. He was the best! On his team as a little boy from England he knew everything about soccer and was the best. “As I was on my way home, I found this in a garbage can. I thought u wanted something to rest your lazy head on outside” she said. For an instant it was like we were friends for once, like she did love me and want me. “ You know,” she said “your father, why he was excellent at soccer back home in England.” I thought we would start this whole awkward talk about my father and where and what was happening now, and I could ask her some things. But no, she said that and went to her room. Whatever. So I just walked to my room and looked at the lyrics from the radio’s Hannah Montana. I practiced singing that verse over and over feeling great. I didn’t sound too good at first but I just needed to practice. After looking at that I went next to my amazing soccer ball. Examining it, until I heard my door creak open. It was Aunt Emit, and I thanked her for the ball. Then she questioned me about my day. She looked suspicious like she knew about the letter--I almost forgot about it! After she left I decided to wait awhile before I read the note. But when I did it was very dark. I went on the other side of my bed, so incase she did come in I could hide it. I opened the crumbled paper and it read…. Dear Mother, How are you doing? I am writing this letter to you to inform you on some very exciting news. You see, me and Rosanne went on a carriage ride the other day it was beautiful with the trees and everything. And while we were riding along. She told me her secret. And she said those three words that changed my life. “I love you.” Right then and there I knew she was the one so I bought a ring and the next date I purposed. She said yes. So we will be having a wedding soon. Mother you will love her. She is so nice and so sweet. In fact I have never meet anyone as kind and sweet as her. And I never loved anyone in the whole world as much as I love her. Sincerely, Scotty Jones. ****************************************… “Curse everything this new women my son calls his bride is stealing MY little Scotty. He loves her more then me. How dare he? And he used to say I was the sweetest and kindest. Now I, Jo Emit, am officially scarred. FOREVER…..” **************************************… This must have been when Aunt Emit found out about the wedding. Wow, Dad really seemed in love with her. I really miss my mom and dad. In fear that Aunt Emit would come in I put the paper stashed secretly away and went to rest. The next morning started typically, I ate, walked outside, and did almost nothing. I just said hello to Rosanne and that was about all. Later on I heard some yelling not to far into the distance. I heard “ Who wants to play forward?” And “ Kick it up the field Tom, come on!” I peaked through the fence and saw tons of guys right around my age in the horizon playing……SOCCER. I wish I was over there playing soccer I sure missed it. And everything Dad taught me about it and to play. Suddenly my brain hatched an idea, I can bring my pad of paper outside tomorrow and my soccer ball and train! This was going to be awesome. But for the rest of the day I just watched and remembered as much as I could. Like the tricks they did including the scissors, juggling, and the helicopter, so later I could practice. Ever since my birthday ,I thought, my life is a little bit brighter. But soon enough I was going to make it even more brighter. Aunt Emit came home and I did mail time. It probably took as long as it took Moses to cross the desert. Then I drudged up to my room and plotted down onto my bed, sneaking a peek into the draw with the suspicious picture and letter. In a starving matter I ate my meal of peas, mash potatoes, and half of a corn on the cob. Satisfied with the nights meal, I went to go read my favorite story Cinderella. Practiced my reading, then crashed into my bead with out a single twist or turn. The next morning I put my soccer ball into my bag also including pen and a pad of paper. And incase if I got bored I put my “Questions to ask Aunt Emit” list in my pocket. I gathered all my items and hit the backyard. Aunt Emit left in a huff-- I wasn’t really sure why though. For the first while I just practiced the moves from yesterday. It was hard to keep the ball in place, and it keep hitting the fence with a CLINK. But I kept practicing. What seemed to be the same time yesterday the boys from soccer arrived at the field in the distance. I listened to the coaches instructions and practiced every drill. It felt like I was on the team myself. After awhile of chasing after the ball, I decided to sit on my ball toward the fence and watch the rest of their practice. They were all very fast, and pretty good at soccer. I observed more. The boys almost scored a goal but the amazing goalie caught it just in time. Wow, he must have had some super power to catch it that fast, and he was pretty cute. It looked like his hair consisted of many colors like blonde, brown, and red in a shaggy formation. And his eyes--well I couldn’t see his eyes but I bet they were wonderful I thought I would do something else. I got up and acted like a model, I stiffened my back and walked an imaginary runway. Strutting my stuff I semi-shouted “I’m a model, and that’s what I will grow up to be!” The I held up a straight rock and sang the recited song “Don't let no small frustration Ever bring you down No no no no Just take a situation And turn it all around.” Then I thought, “I‘m a singer, and I can make that come true. Then I dashed over to my soccer ball and dribbled it up like I was about to score a goal. “Now I’m a soccer player. And with hope and skill, I CAN make it happen.” I kicked the ball and fell into the soft grass and giggled and laughed. And had a satisfying grin and sigh. For the last time I ran after my soccer ball and got ready to kick it hard against the fence and score a goal. Right before I followed my legs through I heard a BANG- I thought it was just the boys. But it was Aunt Emits car door.-- And that’s when the onset of trouble happened I kicked the ball and it whammed against the fence leaving the loudest mark. Then I saw her and the look on her face. She didn’t want to scream yet, probably the “neighbors” would find out about me. I grabbed my things instantaneously and ran for the house. Getting ready for the explosion I was about to hear. Without even saying anything first she grabbed my soccer ball and popped it faster then I could stop her. I let out a wail. She couldn’t be doing this. “YOU’LL NEVER BE GOING OUT AGAIN! SOMEONE COULD HAVE SAW YOU FROM YOU NOISINESS. HOW DARE YOU ALMOST DO THAT TO ME? FROM NOW ON YOUR STUCK IN HERE. NO ANYTHING. EVER! NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STAY THERE UNTIL I GET YOU OUT IN THREE MONTHS!” she then steamed off into her room. I stood stiff, forcing not to cry until I made it into my room, but it was too late. I sobbed and sobbed so defenseless any I could do, it wouldn’t work. And right then and there I reached my boiling point. It was now I was fed up and I knew in my mind and heart I needed to do something. I got my pen out and stretched my leg out across my floor and wrote in big letters: I HATE AUNT EMIT 4EVER! I stood up opened my door just a crack and screamed so loud like an opera singer, so loud I was surprised it didn’t break glass. “ I HATE YOU!” I said so loud and long for it to make up for all the years she’s been doing everything mean to me. After that kind of scream I feel back onto the floor sitting on my behind. It was a few seconds before I heard her in the hall. I watched as the door opened and her giving me an evil glare. This was when, in the movies, the lasers beams came out of the villain’s eyes. Then she realized what my jeans said. In a hushed tone she spoke “Give me those pants.” I took them off put some pajama pants on and gave them to her. I bet she wasn’t flattered with the saying: I HATE AUNT EMIT. I guessed she was down by the dirty laundry room I’ve never been in. I went down there. It was either to apologize or yell at her more-- I wasn’t quite sure yet. But which ever I picked it didn’t matter because what I saw changed it all. I peeked open the door, I guess it didn’t make a sound over the roaring washer. I saw her back towards me and she was reading something. But it just wasn’t any something it was my note (“Questions for Aunt Emit”!) Oh no, I left it in there this morning. I gulped without making any more noise, and zipped back up the stairs and tried to fall asleep. Hungry, worried, and infuriated I couldn’t sleep. But I did make a plan to change my life around forever, and tomorrow would be my planning day. Instead of waking me up like usual Aunt Emit just made a big WHOP. She avoided talking to me at all. I was up and I ate. But as soon as she left it was time for me to stay in the house. I planned my timing right. I figured she got home about four o’clock so I had plenty of time since it was six a.m. I scoured the whole place for house keys to get back in. I checked almost everywhere. In the kitchen : not in there, In the T.V. room: not in there. I went upstairs into my room to grab my daddy’s letter and my parents wedding picture, to look at again outside. I also thought it might be a good idea to go into Aunt Emit’s room. I looked around and found myself to a drawer. Inside of it was my note that she found my pocket last night. And strangely there was another. It was addressed to me. Weird. So I snatched it to take outside. There wasn’t a key anywhere so I thought I could just leave it unlocked. I took all my stuff.- I would have taken my soccer ball is she hadn’t have popped it. I took my stuff and headed downstairs, to begin my planning of escaping. I began to open the door. But then I found myself covering my ears. BEEEPPP! It was the alarm. How could I be so stupid and forget about it? But I couldn’t dwell upon that now. I had two options: 1. Wait around until the police came, and deal with Aunt Emit later (which would get ugly.) Or 2. Run and escape now. I went for two. It wouldn’t be long until the police came. You see the alarm is what normal people put on before going to bed, and if someone would break in the alarm would go off. And of course the police came. But in this case were not dealing with a normal person. So I tried to throw all my stuff over the fence. The picture of my parents at their wedding floated back down so I bit it and began to climb. Strong from my new soccer muscles I buffed my way over the fence. Now was the part I was devastated. Where to go. I went to the nearest house. It was right by the soccer field. I knocked in a hurrying manner. Quickly they answered. It was the cute soccer goalie. He did have the cutest eyes that I could finally see. One was blue the other a hazel color. He stood there starring as if I was a freak. Stop dazing into his eyes I told myself as I snapped out of it. “Hhh-Hi” I managed to say. “Hello” he replied. “What do you want?” “Well..” I began to say remembering this was a serious time. “I live at that house over there.” as I pointed to Aunt Emit’s house, which the police would arrive any moment. I hurried “My name is Trisha Jones. What’s your name?” “I’m Jeremy, nice to meet you neighbor. Are you new to this neighborhood.” “Well it’s a really long story. But can I come in this is really urgent, I will explain to you what’s going on I promise. Jeremy remembered what his mom was telling him earlier before she left on her date. “Don’t talk to any strangers or anything. Promise?” she stated patiently “Mom, I am 11 I am old enough to know everything. Now go have fun on your date with the vampire dude.” I chuckled. “His name is Chuck, and I’ll be home in a little bit.” she said leaving in a scurry. I know what Mom said is important, but this girl looks dirty and scared. “Come in” he said. Leading me into some fancy room filled with light tan colored couches. “Thanks so much, ok well I have a long story to tell and I have people chasing after me, so lets get started. I told him everything from Mom and Dad, to Aunt Emit, to soccer, to The Police after me now. He sat and listened. “So you haven’t been to school in so many years?” he asked fascinated. “No, I haven’t I re-stated. “I’ve heard your story, now what?” he was confused. “Well I needed some where to stay for awhile so they don’t find me and take me back there.” “For right now, Done, but my mom is coming home soon. I’ll have her take it from there.” “Thanks so much.” I ran over and hugged him as a tear swelled up in my eye from his kindness. I held a deep hug and whiffed his cologne. We stayed and played video games. I wasn’t very good since I have never played them before. We had many laughs from his sense of humor- even though I was worried the whole time about Aunt Emit and the police. Soon enough Jeremy’s mom came home from her lunch date. She was steamed at her son about letting me in but after I told her the same tragic story I told Jeremy she was sympathetic and ran over to hug me. She was very nicely asking questions when there was a knock at the door. There was a trickle down my spine. Because without even answering the door I knew who it was. It was the police. They came and took me outside to their truck asked me why I did it and everything. Jeremy and his mother came out to help explain everything too. Aunt Emit was in the distance giving me a glare that spoke for it self saying “Don’t you dare spill the beans on me.” But it was time the police knew. They questioned her about if the things I said she did were true, but she didn’t fully agree to them. By this time I was in tears and so what half my soaked shirt. Nothing was going to change only for the worse. She going to deny everything and hurt me even worse inside but not this time. The police asked for proof, and that was my weak spot. Then Jeremy spoke up “Once at soccer practice I heard her ball thud against her gate then I saw her aunt about to like yell and hurt her. At this moment, Aunt Emit came forward about to bring me to the ground. “It’s all your fault for everything!!! That thud at the gate. See where we are now, all because of you. Now your discovered. This time she was about to tackle me, but the police held her back and took her into their car. Tears of joy sprung out of my eyes. My life would now be begging where it left off with my parents. Later that week, I had to go to court and prove Aunt Emit wrong. And of course I did. So now I was free, But there was still one problem. I had no where to go. No relatives. The court explained that Aunt Emit was my last distant relative. This all made sense why my mom had to send me to Aunt Emit. I still missed her very much, but she died doing a good deed to a friend, giving her heart to a friend with 12 kids that was about to die. And my father, of course I missed him, even though he hurt me. But he wasn’t allowed to have me so he was in some jail somewhere. It was at an adoption center I was staying until a family that loved me took me home. I didn’t mind it there. Better then Aunt Emit’s home any day. I played with kids all ages young and old. But one day it was time for me to leave, I was now with a family consisting of a Mom, a Dad, and a little brother age 4. They were the Johnson’s, my new loving family. They were moving and I suggested by the soccer field and Jeremy’s house. We found a beautiful house and they signed me up for soccer. And for Jeremy, the truth is he loved me back. And we both played soccer and practiced together. We were close ever since he helped me on the biggest part of my life. So did his mom. So life was good the way it should be. The way it left off before living with Aunt Emit. And of course my life ended happily and filled with my dreams, just like my favorite book and fairytale Cinderella “And this students, boys and girls, is my story of hopes and dreams. This was my life story as a little girl and as u heard I was going through the roughest things life could through at you. But I had hope and that is important to know you can do anything as long as you believe in it.” I said through the microphone, as the gymnasium roared with applause. “Any questions?” A little girl raised her hand and asked “ So did you ever become a soccer player like you hoped.” “Good question. Well this is my dream helping kids believe in their dreams. But right now I am a soccer coach on my daughter Chloe and son Josh’s soccer team. Now time for one more question I have to get home to my husband, and yes it’s the boy in the story Jeremy. A boy way in the back asked “ How did you keep on dreaming to leave through all those hard times with your aunt? “Well belief and a four letter word spelled H-O-P-E, hope.

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