I look ahead seeing a unusual sight, never seen by my eyes. I stand there, shocked by the sight. I force myself to look away, but my body trembles. I spot my mother and my brother with our neighbors, also seeing it. I run to them and my mom turns and hugs me tightly, running her hands through my hair.
"Honey! It's going to be okay. Just follow me. Back your bags, some food, water, and I'll tell you my plan."
She whispers soothingly into my ear. I nod and grab my younger brothers hand rushing into the house. I enter my house and grab my old bag from when I used to go to school, but now being a 16 year old, I don't have that choice anymore. I grab my brothers bag and toss it to him. I pack clothing in it, a small, shaggy pillow, and a sheet. I then grabs my second and final bag and fill it with food and water. I finish up and notice a mango laying on the table. I think, staring at it. Only moments before I had no care in the world, but now I'm rushing around, and frighten by the sight outside. I grab it shoving it into the bag and the go to my mom, while Wecan finishes up packing. I look at my mom, my brown eyes staring at her. She looks back at me and smiles.
"It'll be okay."
She chirps trying to be calm. I nod and look over hearing my brother run out of his room. Her runs over to us. And stands beside us. My mom looks serious at us and says,
"Remember the story when you were younger called Winter Men? They now are better known as white men. The men outside are those winter men. They plan on taking us to become slaves to them. Now we don't want that, do we?"
I reach my hand out, and squeeze my brothers hand. I look back at my mother and nod slightly, uneasily.
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The Canopy Tree
Teen FictionAñuli was a normal girl, living with her tribe in the Kenya. Everyday she would stare out her cracked and stained window, looking across the river beside her house. There stood a tall, elegant, canopy tree. She would stare at its curving trunk, desi...
