"Drrrrrrrrrr! Drrrrrrrrrr!"
"Argh!" I shot my arm out aiming for my alarm clock but hit a wall instead. I sighed and searched for my nightlamp. I feel to the floor and got up. My heart raced as fast as it did in the accident. This wasn't my room! I picked up the clock. It was 8:30 a.m. a noticed the mirror on the desk in the corner. The desk, that mirror... Everything seemed familiar... But... My heart skipped a beat. Thoughts swirled around faster than I could manage.
My mom entered the room. She looked different, younger in a way and happier than I had seen her in a long time. I had to check something else. Before anything. I walked slowly into the living room and stopped when I was standing at the breakfast table, right beside Marcus. "Morning" he mumbled with his mouth full of cereal. I couldn't answer. I didn't want to move, just pretend like it was a movie. It couldn't be true, I had to be dreaming! Marcus was dead and me and my mom had moved out of this house a year ago.
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My Little brother
Short StoryI walked along the road. Toughs and feelings spinning around inside my head. I was feeling sick and dizzy. It happened about a year, but it still feels like it was yesterday... A short story that won an award for being good, I don't know... I did no...
