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The suns warm light fills my room. All I want to do right now is to jump onto my bed again and fall asleep because the light is seriously so warm, but my eyes refuse to close. Dad has already left for work about 20 minutes ago.

I rake my room up and down to see what I could do before going for breakfast.

I look in my drawer for no good reason. My heart stops immediately. I find a picture of me, my mum and dad all together months before she passed. Her sweet smile let a tear escape. A flood of emotion and sadness filled me once again. I spent the last few months bawling my eyes because of the incident. She died from a shot of a bullet.

She had soft hazel brown eyes, light tanned skin and auburn hair that cascaded down over her shoulders. God I miss her. I really wish she was here now to pull me into her warm embrace.

I carefully put the picture back down but on my desk where I could always see her.

I quickly put all my textbooks and work into my backpack and all my fine liners and pencils back in my pencil holder.

I Tip-toe down the stairs and into the kitchen.

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