It was like any other day in Brooklyn, New York. I woke up and slipped on my favorite pair of ripped jeans and pink Girls Rule shirt. I walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen, where a stack of pancakes drizzled in syrup was waiting for me on the counter. I grabbed the pancakes and sat down. My mother then sat across from me with her own pancakes.
" So, what are you going to do today honey?" asked mom.
I looked down at my pancakes, thinking hard.
" Probably just ride my skate board around Central Park."
" Well if you do, make sure you take your cell phone with you" she replied. We both smiled at each other, and I helped her clear the table.
" Oh honey, I'll do the dishes." Mother said
I looked at her, and gave a slight nod, then retreated to my room. I grabbed my skate board, elbow and knee pads, and my helmet. As I was about to walk out the door, I saw a picture of my father on my dresser. I sighed, every time I put it away, my mother just sets it back out. I hate having the reminder of my dad around. He disappeared when I was eight. I sighed once more, turned the picture around, and started to head to the front door. just then the ground started to shake, and I heard my mother scream " EARTHQUAKE!" I ran into the kitchen where my mother was gripping the counter. I ran toward her and she yanked me by the arm under the counter.
" Rachel, we need to get out of here!" screamed mother.
I nodded and we sprinted towards the front door, and then down the emergency stairwell in our apartment building. As we were running, a part of the ceiling came lose and was about to fall on me. Before I knew what was about to happen, my mother ran towards me and pushed me out of the way, having the Sheetrock land directly on her.
"MOTHER!" I screamed.
I ran and tired to push the Sheetrock off her, but it was no use. I wasn't strong enough.
"Rachel, be strong. I love you." whispered my mother.
" I love you too mother." I whispered back.
She then lowered her head and took one last breath. The last thing I remember is running into the lobby, tripping on a lose floor board, and hitting my head on the front desk.
YOU ARE READING
Left Alone
Science Fiction" State your name, age, and reason for being here!" said the girl in the mysterious shades. " My name is Rachel Reel, i'm 13, and my mother died in the earthquake" The girl studied me and then lowered her gun. "Well then, welcome to the resistanc...
