My eyes were wide open, watching the news at 1:00 AM. My mother was working another shift at the diner, and I couldn’t sleep. I heard something tapping against the window. I gulped and opened my pink curtains. Nothing. It was rain. I lightly placed my fingers on my doorknob. I heard something…footsteps? I tried to lower the sound of my breathing but that made it worse. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as my face went red, it looked like a monsters face in my mirror. My hair stuck out ridiculously and my old nightgown swallowed me whole. I heard a knock on the door. I swallowed a painful, hard, gulp and took a breath before opening my bedroom door. I stepped into the hall. The heater wasn’t on, so it was far to cold, my bare feet felt numb on the cold wood floor, I lightly felt the wall, looking for the light switch. I remembered how dad died, he was investigating a house when suddenly, the bookcase fell on him. I snapped back to reality, a turned on the light switch with a SNAP. I felt better now, I could see the living room and the slightly open bathroom door. Another knock. I finally placed my hand on the cold door knob. I opened the door slowly. Three police officers were at the door. One, with black hair and green eye’s narrowed down at me. “Is your mother Quail Morning Hart?” The officer asked. “Yes sir.” I said quickly, I didn’t want to know what happened to my mom if it involved the police. “Your mother slipped and fell, beating her head on the floor of the diner, she died.” The officer said. I trembled, everything was wrong. I was fourteen! My mother was supposed to be home in three hours, and I would run into her arms and embrace her. My throat hurt, and my tears were hot and my face red, tears got into my messy hair and I felt like there was a lump in my throat, I couldn’t swallow, I couldn’t speak, I could only stand there, and cry. “I believe you are to be living with your uncle Dan.” The officer said. Uncle Dan? He lived all the way in Massachusetts, I lived in New York! I would be leaving my friends, my home, and my life. I left two weeks later after my mothers funeral, unwillingly of course, uncle Dan was my mothers little brother, he always tried to cheer me up. I could never sleep, I suffered from exhaustion for a year and depression for three years, until I finally got the right therapist. For three years I had been a shadow in the school at Massachusetts but then I wasn’t. I made friends, went to parties, tried new things. Life fell apart. But I came back. anyone find the codeword? ")
-I wrote the whole story on my own -Title made on Canva.
