"Sorry Jane, this is the last time I am moving you. Next time you move is to go back home" I put her arm around my neck as I carry her to the bench next to Alejandro. When I sit down, my heart beats fast. I was so scared when I saw Alejandro leave. I just had to follow them. I was worried he was going to die. I pat the right side of my chest so my heart can calm down. If he keeps putting himself in this dangerous situation mindless then how am I supposed to protect him? I need to protect Alejandro and stay by his side if I don't want him to die in the future. It is because of me that day in the future that he was standing in the middle of the street. The note in his hand pointed all fingers to me.
Dear Gwen:
I'm sorry I never came to you when you needed me. I never wanted to get married. It was all my father; He told me the truth about my mom. You disappeared but finally, you came back...I just wish...I wish...I would have never left you when I knew that I loved you. But I know you have probably forgotten me...
Sincerely,
Your one and only, L.S.
He figured out the nickname I gave him. My mom and dad would read this story to me called My Little Star. That's what the nickname I gave stands for, Little Star. How did my parent's story go again?
Once upon a time, there was a little fish. This little fish was normal but she couldn't talk right. The other fish would make fun of her because of how she talked. They would say "We don't know what you are saying." She had no friends but she had a loving mom and dad who loved how she talked. They didn't know she was being bullied. They would ask the little fish to tell them stories. She loves telling them stories. The little fish still felt lonely after all the attention from her parents. She needed someone that would cheer her up, someone who could listen to her and talk to her. She was sad. She would cry herself to sleep. She has no friends. One night before she went to sleep she saw something shine so bright in the night sky. This shiny light was not the moon she thought. She swam out her window and up to the surface. She looked up and it was a tiny star. The little fish wondered "How is this tiny star shining so brightly?" "Why is it here?" "There are never stars in our part of the ocean" She stuck her head out of the water and heard the star crying. The little fish asked the little star "Why are you crying?" The little star became scarred and disappeared behind the moon. The bright light from the little star is gone. The little fish is sad and starts to cry. The first star she has ever seen is gone. The bright light appears on the water again. The little fish looks up. The little star says "Don't cry." The little fish asks "Why were you crying?" The little fish responds "Woah I love how you talk, you are the first fish I have ever seen" The little fish leaps in and out of the water. The little star laughs, his tears are gone now. This was the first time someone other than her parents said this. The little star asks the little fish "Will you be my friend?" The little fish says "Yes" The little fish is so happy. She jumps in and out of the water again. She says to him "I have to sleep little star but I will see you tomorrow?" The little star says "Yes Good Night, I will shine brightly for you all night" The little fish heads back home to sleep. The next night, The little fish heads back to the surface. The little star is waiting in the night sky, shining brightly for her. "Hi, my little fish," The little star says to the little fish, "Hi, little star" The fish responds. They talk all night. As they are about to say their farewells, the little fish has a question for the little star. "Will I be able to hug you?" The little star responds "You are too far away but we can still talk" The little fish is disappointed. "One day I will. I promise." She is sad but at least she has a friend. Each night she would see her little star. One night, The little star was not shining brightly in the sky. The night after that, she goes back to the surface. He is not in the sky. Where has her little star gone? A month, a year, 5 years, 10 years pass, and still no little star. One last time, She goes up to the surface again as she has the past few years. Little fish says "My little star...I miss you" The fish stays on the surface and falls asleep there. She wakes up feeling a bright and warm light embrace her. She thinks it is the sun. It is her little star! The little star says "I promised you that I would hug you."
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Lost Memory by Jacqueline Cortez
Science FictionHer life is not as easy as it was. Or was it never easy? She is gettting older, Gwen Rio, a Brazilian Hispanic, now age 32, time is not relavent. Time doesn't make sense for time-travelers anyways. She doesn't have family with her, a friend that's l...