Doctor's Order's

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Sara sat on the curb in front of her home, head in her hands and elbows on her lap. Her mother was home with a few friends, and Sara knew better than to interrupt them. The little girl would be reading at the moment of this unfortunate occurrence, except that posed a problem for the youngster. She had left her beloved book in the seat sack in her classroom at the elementary school. It was already too late to go back, despite it only being around five in the evening, but if dark haired child tried to walk back to her school, she would most possibly collapse of exhaustion and hunger from her long trip.

Her stomach growled at the thought of food, and the little girl held a hand to her tummy. Of how she would kill for a burger or some fries right now.

Something crashed in the house behind her, and Sara looked back, seeing a gaping hole in the second floor bathroom window. A cross look came upon Sara's face as she saw the culprit who broke the window stick his arm through the gaping hole, watching as Sara's mother was laughing drunkenly at the man's immature behavior. Then Sara saw the two lean into one another, embracing each other and pulling each other into a rough, list driven, sloppy kiss that only drunkards could do. It sickened Sat to the pit of her stomach. She wanted to vomit the very ham sandwich she had for lunch at school at the sight of her mother and some lowly drunken man touching each other in the most inappropriate ways.

She turned back to face the road, and noticed how dark it was getting. The sky was brilliant streaks of pinks and oranges and yellows and blues as the sun started its descent to the horizon. Sara never understood why the sun set so early in Jasper. It was nearing summer vacation, and it was said summer days were much longer than the days of winter...it was apparently the opposite in Jasper, Nevada. The little girl sighed, closing her eyes and slumping her already slumped shoulders. The reddened sky that looked like spilled blood seemed more inviting the cement and pavement and dirt of the Earth. It wasn't fair.

Why did her mother have to take all of Sara's hard work to keep the house clean, and trash it again. Shaking her head, her straight black hair bouncing, Sara stood up and dusted the dirt off of her dress that was clinging to it. The little girl turned on her heel and marched to the side of the house. She shifted some tarps around, causing leaves to crinkle in the pile the tarps were sitting on. After creating a small nest-like structure, Sara set her backpack down and laid herself down and and under the tarps. She laid her head down on her backpack and covered herself with the tarp. Above her was the kitchen window, artificial light shining thought the glass and pouring onto the fence enclosing the neighbor's yard from unwanted visitors. Sara didn't mind her neighbors, they always kept to themselves and didn't bother to engage in any activity with the Lesley household, although, the older woman next door did always wonder what was going on in the house next to her.

The light in the window started to get covered up by silhouettes of people laughing. Sara turned on her side, facing the wall of her house, that she would help pay for. From her spot under the kitchen window, Sara could clearly hear the conversation going on inside, and hear the music that was just behind the glass. She could also smell the drugs, alcohol, and the smell of someone over spraying a can of sour citrus fruit wafting outside from in. It wasn't an uncommon plethora of smells, Sara was particularly used to them, being exposed to the smells since a young age. The little girl sighed, it was going to be a long night for her.