Raining Fire

Finnley

Fear.

We all feel some form of it. Right now everyone was feeling their chests tightening, constricting, making it difficult to breath. This feeling was caused by our worry of the place we live. It's been all over the news for a long time. Asteroids are close, and we still haven't found a way to stop them without having them shatter everywhere, causing more destruction.

My mother was running around our house trying to make it as safe as possible for London and Paris, even though somewhere in her mind she knew it wouldn't help. I myself was sitting in a corner attempting to stay out of her way, thinking that was the best way I could help out.

She yells at me "Finnley get your butt off that floor and help Paris pack her clothes". I rise off the floor because I know if I don't I'm going to regret it later. "Come on Paris, let's go start packing" I say to my sister.

I lift her off the floor and bring her to her room. Paris has a very mellow room. It's around the size of a cubicle, it's a periwinkle color with nothing but a mattress and a small dresser inside.

It doesn't take long for us to pack all her clothes into a suitcase. None of us have all that many clothes to start with. My mother doesn't like to buy clothes she doesn't need to.

My Dad is still gone, he works long shifts trying to support Mom, London, Paris, and I. He works as a landscape artist. I don't know the specifics, after all I'm only a 10 year old boy.

10 years later

" Come on girls, we have to keep moving" I say to my sisters.

" Fiiiiiiinn, my legs are getting tired"

" Do you want to drown London?"

" Nooo"

"Well then keep moving"

London can be such a little brat sometimes. She just doesn't stop complaining. I do feel some remorse for her though. I'm the only parental figure she's had in her life.

A few weeks after we had packed the meteors started to rain down on our part of the world. My mother had just given birth to London and was still worried about when dad was getting home.

It was around the time my dad was supposed to be getting home, and my mom was pacing back and forth in front of the door. She was causing me to be very nervous. I could almost see the sweat glistening on her forehead due to stress.

It was almost midnight and I could faintly hear the sound of crowds screaming on the tv . I could see the light displayed on my mother's face as I watched her from the staircase. I was supposed to be in bed but I was really scared.

I heard something about the house my dad had been working on and I was hoping that it wasn't what I thought it was. But from the look on my moms face I could tell it was exactly that.

We were supposed to leave in the morning but my mom took one look at me and burst into tears. She told us to stay put as she went to run a few errands before we left.

After a few hours some strange lady came and took us to what, she told us, was our new home. I now know that while my mom was supposed to be running those "errands", she was actually making arrangements for my sisters and I.

We still have no idea where mom went, but I do know that I was the reason my sisters didn't have a mother. I know that because my dad and I looked like clones of each other with our sandy blonde hair and emerald eyes my mother left not being able to look past her pain and hurt.

We looked so similar, but I still don't understand how my mom could have left her daughters. They were her pride and joy, especially Paris. She was so cute and adorable with her coffee colored hair and sapphire eyes. She looks so pretty, not that I'll ever tell her that.