The Forgotten

Big News

     "Get up, Isabelle! Ms. Nancy wants to talk to everyone." My mom called, pulling on her long brown boots, shaking me until I rise. "What?" I carelessly ask, rubbing my eyes. "I already told you, Belle. I gotta go. Meet me in the lobby within 5 minutes. Hurry!" Mom hollered, walking out our door. "Okay," I mumbled.
     I got dressed, brushed my teeth and hair, went to the bathroom, and slipped on my shoes and strolled out of our tiny room.
     I found my way to the lobby and spotted my mother. She gestured for me to come over. I did as said and pushed through crowds of helpless people to reach her. "Listen carefully. This message might change our messy life." My mom cried, weirdly pointing at Ms. Nancy. I nodded and waited for whatever this is to begin.
     Ms. Nancy cleared her throat. "Hello, everyone. Welcome. I have some exciting news for some of you. And unfortunately, I have some bad news for most of you. The crowd exchanged weird facial expressions and gasps floated around. My mom covered her mouth and glanced at me.
     "Housing Opportunities is getting re-built. So, since it'll be knocked down, some of you people won't have a house. We are working together to help you guys get somewhat successful and help people get trailers of your own. Housing Opportunities will be getting knocked down in about two weeks. When it's back in action, if you wish, you can come back to normal. Prices will go up for the sake of us." Ma. Nancy explained.
     "Was that the bad or exciting news?" Me. Johnson asked.
Ms. Nancy looked at him and began again: "The exciting news is our program is going to fully pay for some of our supporting customers trailers." Ms. Nancy smiled. Everyone cheered.
     "Check in with the office to see if you are one of the lucky people. If you aren't, you need to be out of the building by October 26th." Ms. Nancy said. Everyone wasn't so happy at that. Some of the crowd already started their way to see if they were one of the lucky people! "That was a little harsh," My mom said, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I know." I agreed. "Let's go. We'll check back with them later. We can just hope." Mom said. "Okay." I mumbled. I thought of my mom and I living in a normal trailer then that thought got torn down by imagining my mom and I sitting alone on the cold streets— especially in Illonois' freezing cold October.
     I didn't feel like coming with my mother to check if we're going to have a good or terrible life.
    She came back with a blank look on her face. All she did was sit down on our small bed and sob. "No." She mumbled. "We're going to live on the streets!" She cried, sobbing into her warm hands. I felt myself crying, imaging us on the streets. I'm going to get killed at school. Everyone's going to make fun of me. "I HATE MYSELF!" I screamed.