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Another Day Gone
No one thinks about what would happen if they lost everything. I wasn’t an exception. Well, I wasn’t until it happened.
I was walking home that day because I had missed the bus. The horrid stench of fire made my stomach clench. I looked up to find the once peaceful cloudy sky, a dark grey that screamed death and despair.
I ran towards the source of the smoke, my hot tears making my vision blurred.
I pushed my way to the front of the crowd, trying to get to my now destroyed home. It looked like a smoldering pile of debris.
I walked into the tapped off area and was pushed back again, by one of the police-women. She bent down in front of me and wiped the tears from my small six-year-old face.
“Darling,” she said soothingly, while pushing a strand of curly black hair from my big green eyes. “You need to step back, it’s dangerous for a little girl like you. Where are your parents?”
I became overcome by a flood of emotions. Anger? Sadness? This woman had told me to step back from the only home I had ever known. Would I do it? I don’t think so.
“I think they’re at work,” I said sadly. I continued to stare at the pile of scree.
The police-woman seemed to notice.
“Did you know the family?” she asked, ushering me back behind the tape. “I heard they had a daughter about your age.”
I looked down. My little six-year-old self didn’t comprehend what ‘had,’ had meant.
“I guess you could say that,” I laughed humorlessly. Another tear sliding down my wet face.
“Oh I’m sorry to hear that honey,” she replied. “Now run along.”
And that’s what I did. Right after I saw two body bags that were most definitely filled being carried to a white van. With who? The two most important people in the world. The ones who I would never forget. My parents.
I turned and ran. It was my parent’s anniversary today. They had decided to stay home and spend the day together.
But I didn’t get is why my parents didn’t flee. Why would they stay in a burning house? They would have at least bothered to call 911. If they were asleep, wouldn’t the fire alarms have woken them?
I ran and ran, with no particular destination. I found myself running to my father’s favorite place. The little canal. It ran through our park.
I went and sat under the bridge and bawled my eyes out, my body numb.
-10 Years Later-
Dear Diary,
It’s been ten years since the fire, and also Mom and Dad’s anniversary. I continue to try to forget, but it seems impossible when one is locked into a room so small. I find myself staring off into space and imagining what it would be like to still have my parents here. The more and more I think of it, it continues to make me angry at how inconsiderate my parents were, to just leave in that way. With no goodbye. Aunt Patti has been nicer, I suppose. She still lives like the living dead. I think that when Uncle Henry died, she died too. I have made it a job of mine to make sure that when she isn’t home; I clean and make the house spotless. Tonight I made dinner. I received no type of thanks. But I’ll get there in time. On a higher note, Quinn asked me to prom. I obviously said yes. Aiden hasn’t found a date yet, but I have the utmost confidence that Cameron will ask her. I was thinking that she might go shopping with me tomorrow for a dress. That won’t take too much effort as she has already been asking to go. I’ll have to talk Jerry into letting me have the day off. I doubt it will be a problem seeing as I have never used any of my sick days. I work at this clothes store in the mall called ‘Lady de la Mode,’ which is French for ‘Lady of Fashion.’ Who comes up with these names, I have no idea. I must bid my farewell.
-Miranda
I set my journal down and stared out my extremely dirty window. There was a bird’s nest in the corner, which I enjoyed watching when the mother would bring food to the chicks. The little chicks, so eager to get to the food, stepping on each other and squawking. I was awakened from my stupor, by a pebble being thrown at my window. I opened it, letting the brisk cold air in, the spring weather not yet shining through the winter.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, would you let down your long hair?” Quinn yelled from the two stories down garden.
“Oh Quinn, I would, but seeing as my hair only goes a little past my chest, I don’t think it will work. Sorry to put a needle in your balloon.”
He laughed.
“Well Randy, you could at least play along,” he said.
“Were would the fun be in that? Quinn,” I replied.
“Well come down already!” he said, impatiently.
“I don’t want to go to school!” I whined.
“Well I don’t really care!” he retorted.
“Fine,” I replied with a heavy sigh. “I’ll be down in a minute!”
I closed the window to find that my room was now very chilly.
“Thanks Quinn,” I said to myself. Quinn was one of my very best friends ever. And I don’t use that term often. Were really good friends, but nothing more. It’s not like we’re dating, he just lives down the street, so we gives me a ride to school, with his new car. The lucky kid is already sixteen, and for his first car he got a Mercedes. It may be a 2005 edition but hey, there still expensive. Plus the inside is dect-out in black leather.
I walked over to my closet and looked for a cute outfit. I chose a white shirt, an olive green vest, and a black and grey scarf, matched with a dark wash skinny jean, and ankle boots. I was short, so I could use the extra height. I pulled my long black hair into a messy pony tail, and only put a little make-up on.
I grabbed my bag and I was off.
“Finally,” Quinn sighed.
We arrived at school a little early, thanks to Mr. Quinn Never Late Rodgers.
Dear Diary,
Quinn was acting a little funny today. It was like he thought he was in trouble or something. He was really jumpy. Aiden and I have all the same classes, which is an accomplishment really, since in a high school as big as ours, there’s like five of each class. Quinn’s in all AP classes, so naturally I don’t get to see him until lunch. Today was pretty normal really, other than the whole Quinn thing. I got a navy blue dress for prom, it’s off the shoulder, and it ends just above my knees. Aiden got a pink dress that is completely her, its strapless, and it ends just above her knees.
-Miranda
I sat in my room staring at the ceiling, listening to my iPod. Aiden sitting on my “Bed,” but it’s really just a mattress with some blankets on top. The things that made up my room were an armoire, a dresser, a small blue rug, an old beaten up bean bag chair, and my bed. Fun, I know.
“So, what’cha wanna do?” Aiden asked.
“I don’t know, but I have to go to work at three, and its two thirty right now,” I replied. Quinn had pulled a few strings and got us the same shift, but he worked in the back, when I worked in the front, so I didn’t even get to see him. Aiden worked down two stores at JC Penny’s, she worked in the juniors section, and dressed the manikins.
“Oh, I know, I’ve got to work at three fifteen.” She said. “It’s such a weird time. Oh and my moms coming to pick me up in ten minutes.”
“Ok,” I sighed. Quinn would be here in a little bit, and my Aunt was gone again. I don’t think she works, but she’s always gone.
I continued to stare off into space until Aiden screamed.
“What!?” I yelled.
“Cameron asked me to prom!”
“Owww, could you have maybe not screamed in my ear?!” I asked.
“Sorry,” she said with a small grin. She wasn’t sorry. “Oop, my moms here. Bye Randy.” She said giving me a tight hug.
“See ya later.”
I followed her down the stairs, and then waved while she drove off. Aiden was older than me, a year, but Quinn and I had skipped a grade. I skipped fifth grade and he skipped second. I thought it was impossible to skip second grade, but he seemed to have been okay.
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