That night, I dream about the time I was five. Dad was teaching me and Dana how to play soccer. "Two teams try to score on the other team's goal..." He started. I stopped listening around that point. Instead, I just studied how he looked. He had short, messy, brown hair. His eyes were a dark green; they were also about 23.5 centimeters apart. His nose was crooked and flat. Oh, and that smile. I'll never forget that smile. It could bring your spirits up into the clouds. He always had on some navy blue overalls instead of a tuxedo. I can't see why he left us. Left me.
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"Sammie! You have ten minutes!" Dana yells. She continues to cook some bacon with Molly. Slowly, I saumber to the bathroom to get dressed.
I come downstairs wearing a striped shirt and blue jeans. "We're running late. Are you all packed?" Dana says, quickly stuff bacon into small bags. Oh no, I forgot. But mom asked us to a few nights ago. "Ummmm.... Yes." I lie. "Well, go get it." "Ok." I race upstairs and cram everything into the two suitcases I have. I plunge down the stairs fater than a penguin on the ice. "Now," Dana glances at the grandfather clock. It shows that the time is 8:00 am. "Let's get going! Mom is expecting us at nine. We'll already be late as it is. Does everyone have everything?" We all check our stuff. We nod. "Good" Dana exhales a sigh of relief. We all walk out of the house.
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What to do with my undead mother
FantasyThings are going horrible for the kids of the Robinson family, who are trying to move into a new house. First, Molly, the second youngest, breaks her foot. Now, their mother died in a plane crash. Refusing to let her kids go into an orphanage, Ms...
