Clara

The cabin

Butterfinger, and I hid in the cabin, and ate while we watched the TV and the cops run by.

The cops banged on the door so we ran and hid in a small room were we heard a baby crying for his mommy. It was a baby girl! On the girls shirt there was note that said, "Please, if you find this then you must take care of my baby girl Clara."

"That's my name," I said to Butterfinger as someone who looked a lot like my mom, walked in.

"Can she see us?" asked Butterfinger.

"I don't think so," I responded, my mom walked through us and picked up the baby.

"Clara, I promise I'll always be there for you," she said to othe baby, " now lets go home."

The baby, the crib, my mom, and the baby's wallpaper diappeared, and formed my room, in the room a five year old girl walked in. She looked like me when I was five.

"Why doesn't my mom have poictures of me when I was a baby? This whole thing seems like a memory, maybe this is why his

house is here, to bring you memories! We have to stay here maybe this house will show me my mom!" Before Butterfinger

could responde my mom, well the girl who looked like my mom, dropped the five year old girl, with the baby pictures in front

of a car, and it wasn't an axadent. My mom, it was my mom, walked over, stopped the car, picked up the little girl, and called

the cops that soon arrested the women.

"That was my birth- mom!" I said as my eyes shut and I could feel nothing but the cold of Katy's hand, I normally don't call

her Katy come people call her Kaila, or Butterfinger, I just thought you should know her real name.

I woke up the next day with breakfast on my lao, and Katy watching TV in the bed next to mine.

Katy looks over at me," The memory is gone, with the cops." And we ate our breakfast.

"I think since we found out that your mom is a criminal, we should just go home, your mom is probably looking for you." I give her a hard stare of disgust.

"NO, I don't even now her name, who my father is or if I had sisters. We at least need to go into that room again and find out

more. Now that I'm thinking about this, maybe if we go into another room it'll give us more information." I yell back at Katy.

"Fine well go to another room, but we are not going to prison to see your birth mom, OKAY?" she asks, this time being very

pretective.

"You need a break though, you should see your face, your really beat up, well start again tomorrow." I agreed.

I turn my head to see a mirror, in the mirror was an ugly outline of what I looked like, and the ther side of my face, which was

beat up and bleeding. "How?" I muttered to myself in amazment.