Darkest Light

Chapter 5

As I finish my homework I hear a door slam. I quickly look out to see a little boy no older than three. I go back to my desk because there is no point in watching a little kid run across his lawn fifty times. I need to put my books back in my bag. I go back to my desk slowly trying to take as long as possible. I usually slide all my stuff right into my book bag. As I slide my binder in I forget to move my hand. I scream in pain as I drop the binder quickly in my book bag. I start waving my hand everywhere. Even though I only got a little bruise it hurt really badly. I actually start to tear up but I decide it's not worth it, I don't want to act like a little kid.

As I wait for my mom to get home I start to get really bored. There is like nothing to do at my house. I finally hear my mom's car pull into the driveway. "Where's dad?" I ask as she walks into the house. She has a confused look on her face but still answers, "He went shopping, I think he will be back before dinner." I nod slowly and open a cabinet "There is nothing to eat," I exclaim to my mom. "Just wait until dinner sweetheart," She says in a nice but quiet voice that I love.

Everyone says you can't make your own world. But truthfully only certain people can make their own world into something everyone can see, those people are authors of the best books in the world. I have always wondered how I could make a world different than everyone else's. I decided that I would use the real world but make my own story. I never thought it would be so hard. I love writing mostly about my life. I put my own stories into other stories.

I hate how time passes slow when you want it to go quickly. My dad is taking forever to get home and both my mother and I are starving. We both know what will happen if we do eat though. We eat little things like crackers and cheese to fill our empty stomachs.

"I don't think he is going to come home anytime soon," I say to her looking her in the eyes. "You know we would eat if I knew no one would get hurt." she whispers slowly and carefully. I go to my room expecting my dad to get home. I decide to get a head on my Spanish homework and make a couple saying or quotes.

friends will sometimes fail. But that's no excuse to leave it all

a veces las amigas te fallan. Pero esa no es excusa para dejarlo

sometimes I hate when I look in the mirror and have to quickly look away

A veces odio cuando me miro en el espejo y tener que buscar rápidamente lejos

I love writing in Spanish, if I had a best friend we would text each other quotes in Spanish. I fell asleep at my desk and I learned the next morning that my dad had not come home that night.