I was the first to wake. It was only 2:00 am. I stood up wobbly and walked to the kitchen and saw my mom just as she was about to leave. She smiled and her long slim fingers lifted from the curled handle. I tip toed over to where mom was and hugged her as she warmed around me. It was a silent moment but we didn't need to talk to say see you again soon. And I was fine with that. She didn't care how early I was up or how late I was out on weekends. And this was a three day weekend, so it was fine.
I walked back to the quarter where Mooi, Dylan, and Cassy were asleep. The door out front squeaked closed. I thought of making some breakfast. I concluded, after a few minutes I would probably burn the house with anything other than cereal. I could pour cereal in a matter of seconds so it would be pointless to do anything breakfast related
I sat down next to Mooi's bed and rested my eyes. I wanted to do something to forget about what just happened. I walked into the laundry room. I brushed aside the curtain and picked up a cracked basket full of dry smelly clothes and dropped them in the washer. I turned on the washer. The smooth humming of the washer turning was rather relaxing.
It seemed awkwardly quite with out the washer, now that I thought about it. I tried to fall asleep again but I couldn't.
I remembered back when I was ten the four of us would all go back to this little pond behind the woods in my back yard it had a small trail to get there but it was this large pond about the size of my kitchen and around it was about fifty meters of space between the woods and the pond .We built a fort in a near by tree and played powers. It was just like playing heroes but I was always a bad guy and so was Cassandra, so we couldn't call it heroes. It was so fun the thought of powers, and I thought that I would love this. Now I think other wise. This is actually really kind of scary. What if someone found out? What if I was captured and tortured? What would happen to mom? Fortunately we were all on the same side, for now. I hoped it would stay like that forever. I wish it did. I really wish it did.
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Even Thunder Hears My Cries
Fiksi RemajaEdison is a young teen at the age of 14. He use to be no different from any other kid. His short stub of hair on his chin and head were the color of died grass and a live as them to. Not many people had any problems with Edison. He had no problems w...
