Wrote this for english class. We had to do a short story based on a picture we recieved. I got the on e to the left and this is what I came up with..... And I got the idea to propose a little deal. You guys send me a picture and I have to write a short story about it. I think it could be fun and better for my uncreative mind. Just find a picture that could be made into a good plot and I'll take it from there. Oh. And I forgot to tell you...............................................................You're amazing c:
A Girl Named Mackenzie
Mackenzie spent the majority of her short lived life scouring the streets with her mother. They went from one alley to the next searching. They weren’t looking for anything in specific- just anything that would keep them alive for another day. On a good day, they might find some old clothes no longer needed for anyone but a runaway. On a couple occasions, they were lucky enough to find a blanket or maybe a pair of scrappy shoes that never fit quite right. Most nights, Mackenzie ended the day alone with an empty belly and cold feet hidden among the dumpsters. Her mother made sure to always cover her up under the rubbish so she could make her way to the street corner and go home with any man that would take her. If she was lucky, they wouldn’t put too many bruises on her. Whenever Mackenzie asked why she had to stay alone her mother simply replied with a kiss on the forehead and empty promises.
Other nights, they would hide together and whisper until their eyelids became too heavy to keep open. Mackenzie loved these nights. Her mother always would tell stories of life beyond the sewers and dirty greedy men that made her mother cry. Her mother never allowed herself to cry in front of her daughter, but Mackenzie knew. She may have only been five, but she knew what her swollen eyes and wet cheeks meant. But when she heard the stories about all the wondrous things she didn’t have, she would always ask “Why can’t I go to school and read with the other girls and boys?” “Why can’t we have picnics in the grass and watch the clouds?”
The only answer she would ever get though, would always be, “What we don’t have isn’t important. We have all we need and that’s what’s important.”
“What do we have Mommy?”
To which her mother would reply “We have each other. And that’s enough for me.”
But one day, Mackenzie got a different answer. An answer that put together all the missing pieces in her mind.
“One night, when you were still just a baby, your daddy came home very mad.”
As her mother retold the story of that night, the memories started to come back to Mackenzie. She remembered the way he yelled and screamed. She remembered how he threw things on the floor and broke the door. She could even remember the way his breath smelled the way her mother sometimes did when she came home from wherever she left to. She really didn’t like that smell. It was strong and it made her nose burn and her head spin. She could remember how when he picked up the knife, her mother pushed him back making him stumble and drop the knife. By the time he got back up, she had grabbed her baby and ran out the door.
And ever since then they’ve lived among the dumpsters with the rats. Her mother said they had to hide. If he found out they were here, he might get angry.
And one night, he did find out where they were staying. He came when they were sleeping and hit her mother on the head. Mackenzie screamed when she saw the body fall and the red stain the cement.
But her mouth was quickly covered by a bruising grip and she was taken from her mother.
That night the girl named Mackenzie was no more
