The Adventures of Elijah and Buddy

The backstory

It was Saturday, February 14, 1920, my special day! My parents were taking me to the café for my 11th birthday breakfast as I requested. My father was in the back seat with me as my mother drove along the bumpy roads of New York. My mother turned on the turning light and the ticker as I call it, to turn into an old alley. "Mother, why are we going this way? I thought the café was that way" I asked, pointing my finger to the right. "It's a new shortcut I just found out about." She said in a scared tone. I didn't believe it for a second. She almost slammed her foot on the break and explained to me that one of the tires was flat and that she needed me to go see, so I did as she said.

I opened the door and put my feet on the cold, rocky ground one at a time, and slammed the heavy car door behind me. As I went to the back of the car, my mom started the car and drove off. I chased the car and burst into tears. I sprinted faster than I ever had before. I had sweat running down my arms, back and face, it stung my eyes but I had more to worry about than that. I only stopped when it all went black.

I saw myself, my mom, and my dad at the café. They sang me happy birthday as my mother carried the delicious vanilla cake. The candles lit with their warm burning flames, 11 of them. She then placed it in front of me. I took a deep breath and blew on those warm yellow flames. I then awoke coming back to my harsh reality.