"Boom" the sound of a gun echoed through the walls. "Mallory help" yelled her mother. "Mom?" Mallory replied. "HELP" said her mother. Mallory wanted to run towards her mother, but it felt as though she was paralyzed, then a loud "boom" echoed through the house. "Mom, No!" cried Mallory. "Gasp" Mallory woke up with hot tears rolling down her face. "It was just a dream," Mallory said to herself. Every day she thought about her. She knew she could have done something to help her mom, but she had just stood there, paralyzed. Because of her mistake she had ended up in a stupid orphanage.
Every night she would dream of her mother some dreams good some bad, but every time she would wake up, she would be reminded that her mother had died because of her. Her mother had been killed when she was 7, now she was 12 almost 13, there had been many moments in her life that she wished her mother had been present for like her first period or when she finally learned to ride her bike and now, she was going to miss her 13th birthday, the one they had always talked about.
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Mallory
Teen FictionA girl named Mallory struggling with the loss of her mother gets adopted only to find out that there is much more to the story than she could remember. (I wrote this when I was nine and am just fixing it up don't judge me)
