"Wynn, why are you crying?" Wynn stared down at the wood chips where her lunch laid, it was the only food she would get for the day and her stomach gurgled. The young girl looked up to speak, but she could only whimper pathetically. "Jesus, Wynn, it's only an orange, quit blubbering." Wynn looked up at her elementary teacher and proceeded to cry more, mourning the loss of what would've been a delicious snack. It laid there though, mocking her, dirt and grit sticking to it and ruining it.
Just an orange. It was just an orange. Wynn's tears turned into sniffles and she wiped her eyes and tried to ignore her rumbling stomach. She was so hungry, and now she would have to wait for the next day to get more food. Her mother was in the hospital for another illness and the house was void of food... Water... Heat. It was void of the basic things she needed to survive.
Wynn had woken up that day shivering as she pulled her ragged clothing over her malnourished body and managing to get to the bus all by herself. Her mom wouldn't be home for a bit and she knew she had to take care of herself in order to survive. It wasn't just cynicism, it was fact.
She was alone, but to her, it was normal. It couldn't get any worse, right?
Right?
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Cancer (Their Story.)
General Fiction(Yo, writing club kids, this is the story.) Two people are connected in a way that they can't even imagine. A profound connection that leads both of them to recovery in the face of mental illness and abuse. They both stand through the storm, letting...
