Rachel {Rewriting}

Chapter 1: Rachel

May 5th 1999 4:07 pm

News

*Breaking News Plane Crash; flight 117*

I was nine years old watching the screen as I cried my eyes out .... Realizing my parents where forever gone...

May 7th 1945

*knock knock knock* "open up is the Boston sheriff's office"

I grabbed a bag and headed out the back door not knowing where I'd go all I know is that they took everything I had away, EVERYTHING .

8 years later....

Hi my name is Rachel, I'm 17 years old my parents died in a plane crash at the age of nine. I don't know any of my family and people reject me. I go to Brookins high were my only true friend Malian goes. I'm a light skin girl with dark hair and hazel eyes, I'm thick and curvy. My dress code is off point but I don't mind .I keep A, B honor and work hard in school. I live in a banded dumpster were I call home. I eat left over food from restaurants or find food in the trash. I'm going to tell you a week out of my life. Starting with Monday morning.

It was Monday morning 6:00 a.m., I opened my eyes to the same dirty place I'm always in.

I always wished my life was a dream and I would wake up in my home with my mom and dad. Looking around I steadily picked my head up from the jacket I had rested my head on. I pushed off the cozy blanket Malian gave me. I got up and walked to the gas station I went inside as usual and said hello to mr.clark who was the store manager and he let me groom in the restroom. I waited in line to use the bathroom and then I finally got in. I walked to the sink and squirted soap in my hands in which I put in my mouth and gargled. I ran my fingers through my hair and got all the knots out. I walked out the bathroom and into the store where it had seem everyone was staring at me. I silently made my way out the store. 7:00 and the bus was coming around the corner.

I ran to the bus where Mrs. Lane greeted me "Good Morning"

I smiled and said "yes another morning".

As I looked at the bus I see all the kids, which to me seemed like an ocean of commotion. I glanced once more and saw an open seat, I walked slowly looking down watching my every step. What seemed like forever to finally make it to the seat I calmly took a seat. I pulled out a book called "The Outsiders" my favorite book of all time, And started to read and drift away. Finally bus 607 arrived at brookins.

As I walk into the doors of brookins I smell the anxiety and sweat. I can hear the minor comments to the side of me.

I walk lonesome to my class. First period was algebra Mrs. Stewart she was a tall, thin, white women with a short blonde hair and she always had a smile on her face. She was like my second mom, she knew everything about me. She always gave me money and got me on the free lunch program and she signed my papers so I could attend school. The only reason I couldn't live with her was because she lived in a small house with her 4 children and her husband. She didn't get much money herself but always put others first. I walked in a seen Malian sitting alone with a book in her hand she glanced up and saw me so she waved at me. I shuffled to my seat over all the backpacks in my way. I'm going to hit the fast forward button on this school day to lunch. While at lunch me and Malian sat in a corner a small brown wooden table away from the crowd. We talked about life, just plain life. After long conversations at lunch we walked to four more classes, then again I walk lonesome to the bus .Bus 607 drooped me off and I walked down the dead quiet street...