The New World

Before

I awoke with the sound of thunder, as I slowly slide up the flash of lightning appears in my windowsill creating sharp shadows along my room wall. I get up from my creaky bed and walk slowly, to my bedroom door. The lightning still flashing giving me brief hints of light, my only light source. As the flashes continue I look around my room, My assortment of collectible figures gleamed on my top shelve, some still in their boxes, little did I know they would soon burn. In between the bright flashes continuing to come through my window every few minutes, I would stand completely still, unmoving until the bright flashes would come back to illuminate my closet of a room for the few seconds that it did.

I crept through the hall careful to not wake my mother and father who would beat me if they knew I was out of my room. Along the walls line pictures of my family, my mother who always stands on the left, my father who stands on the opposite, and me always in the middle. I walk slowly and quietly to the kitchen to get a little late night drink of milk. Then I hear a loud squeak, one of the dog toys! I hear my parents bedroom door open. My mother steps out and stares  menacingly at me, she walks toward me. I break into a run through the kitchen, down the stairs and out the back door.

My mother chases desperately after me yelling "GET BACK HERE YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL!!" That's her nickname for me "stupid little girl" Even though I am taller than her she's always called me that. No matter how many times we yell at each other, she won't stop calling me that insulting name, she doesn't call me by my real name: Eliza. I don't really care anymore, we hardly talk to each other anyway. I talk only to my father, he is the only who understands me, and my other friend Titus, but I only see him at school. I run into the huge corn field, behind my house. I dash into a big heap. My mother comes running out of the house. Takes a quick look around, doesn't see me then yells out "AND DON'T COME BACK!!" I sit out of breathe, on my knees. This happens a lot. My long red hair blows into my face, into my mouth. I spit it out, and curl up into a ball and sleep in the cold winter air.