At age five,
Hannah was now in Kindergarten. She swung on the swings by her newly made friend, Xavier. They were counting how times they could by themselves. "Ten. A-web-ben. Twelve. Turteen." Hannah counted loudly. Xavier swung beside her, slowly stopping.
"My Momma's here." He said. Hannah started crying when her friend left. Kenni was walking toward the playground now, calling her name.
"I don't wanna go home with you!" Hannah screamed as her sister walked toward her.
Hannah still hated Kenni and no one knew why.
"Look, kid." Kenni said, stopping dead in her tracks. "I'm not chasing you around. I'm taking you straight to Mom."
"No!" Hannah cried, stubbornly. Kenni crossed her arms and huffed loudly.
"Fine. You can wait for Mom to get off from work." Kenni backed off and walked away. But stopped behind the building. Where she could see Hannah, but Hannah couldn't see her.
She didn't know why her little sister hated her guts. She'd never done anything.
Rebecca came walking past, carrying her gym bag and backpack.
"Beck." Kenni said, leaning forward. Rebecca turned and looked at her before shoving the gym bag toward her sister.
"Why aren't you picking up Hannah?" She asked.
"Little prick wouldn't come." Kenni groaned. Rebecca left and came back a few minutes later, holding a sleeping Hannah. Kenni took the backpack from Rebecca shoulders and carried them as she carried Hannah.
Hannah Cohen wasn't like most Kindergarteners. She despised arts and crafts, she craved nap time, and disliked most of her classmates.
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Too Late
Short StoryShe started out a sweet and innocent little blond. As she got older, her innocence left. It wasn't her fault, she tried to stop it. Her tattoos and piercing symbolize only one thing. Her demons are showing through. Hannah grew up a child full of lif...
