How ironic it would be that the first and last times I had seen him would be with him standing in the rain. Face tilted high, like he wasn't afraid. Yet you could see the tears staining his cheeks, the difference between the rain and his tears is th...
Sorry for such a trash pic! I made it on paint on my laptop and then took a picture of it so it looks terrible. Whoops. Well anyway here is the layout to Lance's tiny home. (Sorry again, it's not very detailed)
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I wake up to children running around and screaming, like usual. The first thing I notice is that Luis isn't in my arms. I quickly scramble out of bed and cross the tiny room to the crib where I find Marco crying loudly. I pick him up and pat his back as I take him outside to the kitchen.
Chloe and Luis are up early, eating cereal on the floor and watching T.V. I put Marco into his high chair and say good morning to my little siblings. Even though Chloe is eleven she gets to act like a little kid when she's at home since we already have plenty of adults in the house.
I open our cereal cabinet to find we only have one cereal box left, and it's running out. I groan because this means I probably have to go grocery shopping today.
I pour Marco a bowl of cereal and he starts eating it right away. I ruffle his hair before heading back into my room to change. I look through my very small and limited closet I share with Luis and Danny. I pull out an average black hoodie with a band logo on it, I think it's Danny's. I put on gray sweatpants because today is that Sunday where you just feel like wearing sweatpants all day.
After I'm done changing I head into Mama and Abuelita's room. I tap lightly on the door. When no one answers I slip into the room silently. My Abuelita snores softly from her blow up mattress and since my Mama is nowhere to be found she probably already left for work.
I slide to the part of the small sunroom where Mama made a makeshift nightstand for Abuelita. She keeps all of her change in one of the drawers. I slide open the drawer as quietly as I can. I end up squeaking the nightstand a bit. My Abuelita rolls over to my and yawns.
My sneaky instinct kicks in right away and before she can open her eyes I've grabbed a twenty dollar bill and slipped out of the room. I turn around and turn the knob of the door before sliding it into the doorway. The door closes without a sound. A thief's trick I learned from when I was younger and snuck out in the middle of the night to eat snacks. Now I don't sneak out. Now I don't eat snacks.
I run to Chloe and Veronica's room and open the door without care, honestly it doesn't matter to me wether Veronica sleeps in or not. I walk into the bedroom and stand next to Ver lying in her small twin bed shoved against the left wall of the room. I lightly shake Ver's sleeping body. Her brown curly hair tangles as she moves around.
"Ver- Hey Ver. Can you wake up? Ver?" I keep shaking her and she groans, "What do you waaaant Lance?" She stretched out the word "want" and groans again. I roll my eyes, "Id like you to watch the kids as I go get groceries. Is that too much to ask?" I huff. She's only sleeping in because she was out all night with her friends. I don't even know these friends so I don't get to approve of them yet.
