I looked over at the sunlight that was peeking through the dark curtains in my room. I loved the sunshine of the day. But my sources of inner peace joy and hope are now gone. My dreams and hope now lying in an accident scene. The fresh set of words the officer spoke, the daggers in shot through my heart. My vision blurred and my limbs violently shook, the world collapsing at my feet.
"Your parents are dead"
"Your parents are dead"
"Your parents are dead"
I shook my head at the thought, more like memory of that day. I brushed the hair that was sticking out everywhere.
3rd person
She was so close to the windows, when the windows opened due to a strong gush of wind pushing them open. Closing them, she went into the bathroom to finish her makeup. She suddenly heard the cabinets creak, rushing over to see what was it. A stray cat wandered into her home. She must of left the door open when she returned from throwing the trash away earlier. The cat stared at her while licking his paw, she shooed it away. The cat ran off. She shrugged it off assuming the cat had climbed through an open window. Finishing her outfit, the frail girl brushed off a few pieces of lint. "Okay, I look good" she mumbled to herself. She picked up her bag and book on her way out the door. As she was walking out, the cat reappeared behind her. She sighed in defeat, okay buddy. Rosalia took the stray cat in her arms. Taking him to her kitchen, she placed him on the floor. She rustled through an old array of bowls. Picking one out and placing it Infront of the cat, the cat had a black fur base, with a couple of discolored patches.
They looked silver and maybe charcoal.
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"Well, there you go little buddy. Nice and fed, make your way out when your done" I made my wait out the door...
"He wouldn't ruin my stuff, right?!" I thought as I made my way towards the bus stop. Eh. I think I'll be okay.
