Click clack, click clack, click clack. Melina heard Mrs. Belongialy's footsteps as she approached the basement door.
"How did I end up like this?" Melina thought while looking for the broom in the dark, cold, lonely basement.
"Melina!" a voice called out from upstairs, "come sweep the floor now!"
Melina got up from the cold floor, grabbed the broom, and trudged up the stairs. The next thing she knew was that she was back on the floor.
"Crack!" she heard the broom snap in half as it hit the concrete.
"How many times did I tell you? That step is broken!" yelled Mrs. Belongialy from the top of the stairs. "Stop bleeding on the floor! That is just one more thing that you will have to clean up now! No dinner for you tonight if you don't clean that up and get up here in the next thirty seconds!" Mrs. Belongialy's voice was loud and scratchy.
Melina was very miserable. As she layed on the cold, hard ground, she thought of what it would be like to live with a family that actually fed her and took care of her. She wondered what it would be like to live in a mansion, or at least out of a basement. She wondered what it would be like to have shoes. Melina didn't know much about shoes but she heard that they were wonderful. She also knew that there were so many kinds.
"There are boots, flip flops, sandals, tennis shoes, heels, wedges, flats, converse, and so many more," she thought.
Melina also pondered about what it would be like to have a bed. She had one once for 3 years before she got adopted, but for 15 years she had only had the floor and anything that she could find in the basement to cover up with. Suddenly, Melina felt something land on her stomach.
"That's your dinner and your breakfast. That might actually be your lunch for tomorrow too so make it last. It is definitely your dinner and breakfast. I will see if I feel like feeding you lunch tomorrow!" Mrs. Belongialy yelled out viciously.
" A piece of bread. How filling." Melina muttered sarcastically.
"What was that?" Mrs. Belongialy's voice was unpleasant.
"Nothing," Melina lied.
It was getting late. Melina knew it was that time again. She looked around for the small, thin blanket she had been using the night before. She found it in a dark, small corner in the back of the basement. She didn't say anything to Mrs. Belongialy about her find because Melina knew that she would take it away. Melina searched for about twenty minutes. She didn't see the filthy thing anywhere.
Eventually Melina called up to Mrs. Belongialy, "Where is the blanket? You took it didn't you? You said I could cover up with whatever I found down here. I found that down here fair and square." Melina said angrily.
"Yes," Mrs. Belongialy explained, "I took the blanket because you don't need one! Cover up with this."
She tossed a washcloth down the stairs. It landed on Melina's forehead.
"Thanks! You're a big help!" Melina added, once again, sarcastically.
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Hostage
Teen FictionA young girl, Melina, has had a very bad life. She is very hungry. tired, and miserable. One day a man, Quentin, and his four children set a quest to help her out of the hole that she has fell into. Will they be able to help her escape or will Mr...
