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Chapter Four

      Close to midnight, the downfall continued on that the sky darkened to a dim naive blue with pastels of purple. It reminded me of a mystic tale, mentioning a mortal fierce dragon, blowing out flames from it's huge mouth, and smoke roaring from the dragon's ears - but that's just my envision, I imagine lifeless objects too much. 

      I forced the plower through the swamp that developed during the downpour. My feet sloshed beneath with the mud, finally after a final mighty push, I slipped onto my knees, soaked with icky mud on my dreadful clothing. I dragged myself out of the swamp, sprinting for the house, and safely getting inside.

      Monnie looked up at me while cleaning the wooden table for supper, "August you're back", she smiled happily. It was so delightful seeing a happy smile on Monnie's feature as I got home, it's what she ever deserves for a little girl living in a unappreciated world.

      "I was just outside, Monnie". I grinned at her straight, wandering down the hall into the back room, where I got dressed into my long vintage yellow dress with a brown overcoat that covered over my whole upper torso.

       At the table during our supper, I sat patiently staring down at my green peas, and small bowl of broccoli soup. Mom took a glimpse over at me, "August, you're not eating?".

       I looked up at her, clearing my ruffled throat, "I think I'm just tired". I responded. I wasn't really tired,  I was overthrown that our late supper meal is the exact same as everyday's, same with out breakfast - Oatmeal. Both my parents make it seem something different as they walk through that front door with a paper bag - additionally it's just the usual. Monnie admitted to me one time that she began to feel sick from eating the same thing everyday, she almost gagged just telling me the taste of it.

      Three A.M, me and Monnie were huddled in our bed, bundled underneath the warming blankets. She fell asleep right after I took her hair out of her ponytails, and rubbed her back gently.

       In the kitchen, there were small sobs heard from down the hall. I was concerned that I climbed out of bed, and quietly stumbled down the hall. Mom was seated at the wooden table, tears struck down her mug. "Mom?". I peeked around the kitchen wall, "you okay?". I asked. She nodded, lighting her cigarette, "what are you doing awake?". She glanced at me across the room. "I heard you...so I thought of-". Mom blocked in on me swiftly, "you should get back to bed, August, it's late".

       I slightly nodded, walking back to the room, and crawled up beside Monnie. Did mom find out that Monnie and I hate our lifestyle? Did she realize that we're much different than her and dad? I sure hope that she doesn't take it too hard for herself, we can't help it the way we live. I repeatedly thought it over to myself as I slowly fell asleep.