Sarah And Margaret

Sarah

She walked with two buckets of water on her shoulders and into her small cabin-like home, placing them down.

She took a pot and placed it on the fire then once it was done boiling she poured her grandmother a cup of steaming hot tea.

Her mother and father were both at work and Sarah was looking after her siblings and grandmother.

"Michael, stop it!", she said irritated by her brothers who were running around her chasing each other.

Michael was two years older than Anthony who was the youngest of the three of them.

Michael had hazel eyes and was good looking but extremely naughty. He has proved himself to be the inventor of mischief.

Anthony was equally as playful and sometimes had a bad temper but he never got far with it until their mother would give him a beating for it.

"Do you think you can't get a beating boy?!", she'd shout as she hit him.

High like a horse would he jump as the belt hit his bum with a whack.

He'd sob pulling his face into an ugly expression and stomp his feet breathing heavily, but would stop the moment their mother shot him a sharp look telling him to sit down and stop with his rubbish.

The school was to start in an hour and she had to first hang up the clothing before walking them to school.
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It was now Tuesday morning and Sarah had to get to work. She bathed herself and got dressed. She headed to town to buy flour, yeast, baking powder, milk, sugar and more essentials.

A couple of drunken men whistled to her as she walked into the shop.

"Sarah you are already over budget.", the owner, Mr Ali of the small shop said to a stressed Sarah.

"I know and I'm appreciative for your patience Mr Ali, but may I just take these items?", she asked lifting her basket slightly and assuring him that by Sunday when she got her weeks, pay she'll pay him back. Though not at full price.

Sarah walked the road to her home and stopped...she looked to her left where she saw dresses of the most beautiful colours in the windows of one of the most famous clothing shops...First Lady.

The temptation was overpowering her to go inside and take a look at the gloriously beautiful gowns that hung and stood for display but her thoughts were interrupted by the reminder of her grandmother's medication pick up.

She slightly grinned and was on her way to the doctor.

She knocked on the door and no one opened it. After knocking thrice she finally walked in and saw that Dr Edison was lying on his desk.

"Doctor?", she called out to him but he answered not. She called him again for the second, then the third time and went over to him and touched him on his chest.

He was dead?!

Sarah stood there in disbelief, how could a doctor die she thought and a loud shout brought her from her thoughts.

"Ah!", she shouted and took a step back looking at the arisen from the dead doctor.

"Hello there Ms Sarah.", Dr Edison said ever so calm.

"Dr Edison, you frightened me.", she said taking a deep breath then a sip from the water that he had given to her. 'What had just happened?' she asked herself 'Is this man mental?'

"Oh I'm sorry, how may I help you?",

"My grandmother's medication please.", she said still a bit startled and handed him a piece of paper still uncertain of what happened.

"Ah here you go.", he says and they have a chat then kindly he walks her out.

Mr Edison was a rather strange man and some did not trust him as their doctor but to Sarah, he was okay except for the days when he is a bit of a nut.

Now at home, she completed her tasks of taking care of her grandmother.

Once everyone was in bed and asleep, Sarah took a paraffin lamp and stood by the wooden desk her father had made.

The date was carved into it along with heart's, names and other thing's. After finding a clean sheet of paper she sat down, pulled her chair in and dipped her quill into the pitch black and strong ink.

Away she went to the world of her own, to the world that she loved because she could do what and be whoever she wanted. Where fictitious characters were pieces of her soul.

' "You don't think that he's dead now do you?", A blonde Caroline asked her companion.

"I know he is.", the cold-hearted Valentina said as she kicked at his side and unsurprisingly he did not respond.''

She looked outside and then at her pages. It was late and tomorrow she was to go to the docks, so she had to get a good night's sleep.
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Today was the day that Sarah has anxiously been waiting for. Finally, it had arrived. She combed out her dreaded hair that looked like it was going to be in the elflock for the whole day.

When she was done she got dressed in a beautiful violet day dress and wrapped her precious manuscript and put it in her bag.

"Goodbye Grandma, I'll be back late when everything is sorted. I'll write you letters and send you gifts.", she said when their neighbour Elijah walked in. Sarah trusted him to take care of her grandmother whilst she went abroad.

She greeted her two younger brothers Micheal and Anthony and hugged her parents tight before starting her own and new journey.

She took her bicycle and rode to the nearest dock where there were ships of all colours and sizes. They were filled with an excess of fruits, boxes and people who were overjoyed to be reunited with their families.

Walking in between the people she saw a ship and asked where it was going.

This was the beginning.

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Note: The story is written by a 13-16 yr old who is still discovering the ins and outs of writing and who is still learning. Thanks for taking a second glance. ❤☺