Left Alone

Chapter 1 (Laura's Backstory)

     Bright light shines through the small square window, shining on the girl sleeping in the small bed. The room was covered in white, almost like walls that would be in a hospital. There was no carpet on the floor, only dark colored hard wood, ceiling a light tan color. By the window stood a brown desk with books and papers scattered on top, a desk chair not wheeled too far away. Across it was a dark brown door leading to a hallway of a small two-story house. In the corner of the room from the left of the door stood a tall closet. Across from that was a small bed with white sheets and a black heavy blanket, a girl laying in the bed, stirring and mumbling.
     Loud thumping comes from outside of the room, yelling and laughing. Suddenly, the dark brown door swings open and a small black haired girl runs in and jumps on the bed, shaking and bouncing on the dirty blonde girl once asleep in the bed.
     "Laura, Laura!" yelled the little girl, dressed in her pajamas, as it was a bright cold Sunday.
     The dirty blonde haired girl, once stirring and mumbling in her sleep, woke with a jolt to a sudden bouncing weight on top of her. She groans loudly and pushes the little girl off her, "Go away, Hailey...."
     The black haired girl, Hailey, whines and sits on her knees, "But mom already left and I'm hungry!" she complains and pouts, tugging on the black blanket that covered the tired girl.
     The girl named Laura takes a big sigh and stretches, "Fine, fine, just get off," she gently pushes the little girl away. "Let me get ready."
     "Yay!" cheered Hailey, the black haired little girl climbing off the bed and running out of the sunlit room.
     Laura stayed there, staring at the wall. Her mind was groggy, slowly starting to comprehend things. The dirty blonde teen yawns and sits up slowly, flinging the black blanket off her legs and tossing her legs over the edge of the bed, feet gently touching the cold ground. She shudders and stretches out her arms and makes questionable noises.
     The teen girl gets up and brushes down her messy bed head the best she can. She fixes up her bed and slips on a pair of slipper boots. Laura walks to her door, taking a second glance in her room to make sure she got the things she needs, when she doesn't have much to get. It's just a habit. Laura shrugs and walks out into the hallway.
     The dirty blonde haired girl walks into the hall, keeping the dark brown door open. She scratches her side, lifting her black tank top, also used as a night shirt. The back of the shirt said Laura Hanlon, the pale, dirty blonde's name.
     Laura walks to the top of the stairs, "I'll be right down, let me go pee real quick!" she called down the stairs. There was a quiet 'okay' that came back.
     The girl sighs and pulls her tank top down, walking down the hall, passing three bedrooms. One her own, one her sister's, and one her parents, well used to be her parents room. Now it's used for guests ever since Laura's parents got divorced and her dad moved out, her mom taking the actual guest bedroom downstairs.
     The door at the very end of the hallway was opened to a sunlit bathroom, white bathtub sitting underneath the window, sun shining through the lacy white curtains. At the end of the tub were flowery shower curtains. Outside of the tub where the curtains hung sat a pearly white toilet, quite clean. Next to that, between the toilet and sink, sat s toilet paper stand and a plunger. The sink was white and the cabinets at the bottom of the sink was brown. A mirror stood above the silver faucet, showing the reflection of the tan painted wall across it. Across the toilet was a towel rack, three different towels hanging from it.
     Laura walks in, grabbing the door handle and closes the door behind her. The girl ignores her reflection in the mirror as she walks to the toilet, pulling down her gray sweat pants and takes a seat. After her business, she wipes and flushes, washing her hands with warm water and soap. The dirty blonde haired girl shakes the water off her hands before drying them on her gray sweat pants. Laura grabs a black brush from a drawer underneath the sink and starts to brush out her short, dirty blonde hair. The girl fixes her bangs, flopping them over her right eye.
     The pale teen puts the brush up and opens the door, walking back into the hallways. She heads to the staircase, flattening any stray hairs. Laura walks down the flight of tan wooden stairs, sliding her hand down the black railing as she walked down.
     "Hey Hailey, I'm coming down now. Anything specific you want to eat today?" Laura said as she stepped into the living room where the black haired girl sat, playing with her dolls.
     Hailey looks up and smiles widely, "I want pancakes!" she said enthusiastically.
     Laura nods and just smiles, walking across the living room to the kitchen. She walks in the doorway, peaking her head back into the living room, "Hey, why not turn on the TV?"
     The black haired little girl gasps excitedly, "Okay!" she gets up and runs to the TV stand, where the remote sat.
     The dirty blonde haired girl puts her head back in the kitchen, grabbing a pink flowery apron. She ties it around her waist and puts it over her head. Laura grabs the ingredients needed to make pancakes and the right pans and utensils.
     While making the pancakes, she overheard the television. It was the news. The news lady begins to speak in a worried voice, groaning and screaming can be heard behind camera.
     "We must evacuate!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey so this is a story that I'm writing for my English class because for bellringers, we can free write and I decide to write stories and this, I hope to God, turns out great. I really like this idea I had, I want it sad and devastating but I also want people to love the characters like any book. Really slow updates because sometimes we don't free write and I'm also working on a different story, which I hope is almost done with. Just the first chapter lol I'm getting there on it. This really is just a filler book so you all know I'm alive. Also! If there are any grammatical errors, tell me please, it would be nice. I won't get upset, I will change whatever needs to be changed. So far my teacher likes my story lol