Siting in this cold blue chair I wonder if ill ever see my house again. Sure its small: with only one room to share and a scanty living room but its not just any pocket-sized house,its my home. I've lived there since I was only one year old. My tummy grumbles once more and I whine in discomfort. How long will we have to stay here? I get out of my chair and look through the window where my parents are still talking to the police officer. I laugh as I notice he still has some dount crumbs stuck in his mustache but my joyful mood is quickly gone as I notice my younger sister sound asleep in that uncomfortable chair. I look at her wrist and smile when I see what I was looking for: the friendship bracelet she made. When she gave me mine she made me promise I would never take it off.
I whine once more hoping to attract some attention but to my dismay everyone in the office gives me a once-over and dismisses the fact that I'm there. That's why I hate adults! They're all gray and old and boring!
Sadness consumed me all over as I remember the police officers barging into my house. We were all watching my favorite T.V show eating breakfast when there was a knock on the door
"I'm sure that's your aunt lily" mom said as she got up to open the door.
It' wasn't aunt lili
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One Step Closer
Short StoryIt stared when I was 10. I had 10 years of pure happiness, 10 years of scraped knees and hide and seek, 10 years of Disney movies and bubble baths... that was intill I was separated from my family. It wasn't an alien invasion or a zombie apocalypse...
