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Chapter 2 ~Grandma's House~ |
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"Grandma! We're home!" shouted Peter, "grandma! Can't you talk anymore?!?" Peter ran into the house, getting ready to hit someone. About 5 minutes after searching for her... he found her dead. Her cold lifless body, on the ground with blood all around. "Don't come in here Kida, stay outside. In fact go call Mama right now!" Peter yelled. When he did yell it didn't seem like he was mad. He was crying. As Peter went on crying Kida started at her Grandmother just thinking If we were here just about 15 minutes earlier, we might have been dead. My brother wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be here, and Mama would have children anymore. Oh how I miss Mama. Please come back, don't leave us here Mama. We love you! Then Peter yelled at the top of his lungs, "DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? CALL MAMA NOW!" By the time he yelled that, his face was covered in tears. Kida ran to the kitchen, dialed Uncle's phone number then a sweet voice that sounded so inoccent talked, "Hello you've reached Mr. Osan's house. Who is this?" It was Mama, Kida could tell. She had the only voice in the world who was as sweet as that. "MAMA! WHEN WE CAME TO GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE WE FOUND HER ON THE GROUND DEAD! Mama... I'm scared. What do we do?" Kida asked, she was scared. In fact she was SO scared she started shaking. Mama could hear so she said, "First of all, stop shaking. Take a deap breath. Get your brother on the phone." Kida ran to the living room where she found her brother Peter laying on the couch still crying. "Mama wants to talk to you Peter. She said to take a deap breath." Kida gave Peter the phone andthen Peter walked off to the bathroom, locked the door, and started talking. It must have been hours before Peter came out of the bathroom, by then Kida was asleep so Peter went inside the guest room where Kids was sound asleep. He gently shook her, "Kida, Mama said you have to go on the train to Uncle's house tomorow. I found one ticket inside Grandma's drawer. Get ready." Kida was happy, she would see Mama again! Then a bad feeling crept inside her. "What about you Peter? Can't you come with me?" Peter had a slight smile on his face, "I wish I could, but there's only one ticket. You have to go, your the younger one and I have to look out for you." Kida hugged her brother tightly, "I don't want to go without you. I have a plan, but you might not like it." "Well, Kida, I can't say I don't like it until you tell me what it is." Kida started to tell Peter he mastermine plan to get them both on the train, "We can use Grandma's suit-case. I can go inside because I'm small enough. I'll have plenty of room to breath. Just don't forget to open the zipper a little. Then you with the ticket take the suit-case that I'm in and go on the train. After you find a room with no one in it, you can unzip the suit-case and let me out. When the conductor comes to check tickets I'll hide in the suit-case or under the bed. Or maybe in the closet if they have one. Do you think that would work?" Peter smiled, "Yes, I think that would work." So the both of them (one walking the other in the suit-case) walked out of their Grandmother's house, and headed for the train.
 Dark_Hottie123 · Sun Nov 19, 2006 @ 06:42am · 1 Comments |
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"How come I have to go? Why can't Peter go instead?" asked Kida, upset at her mother for making her go to her grandmother's house instead of her borther Peter. "Don't worry Kida, Peter will be going with you." said her mother with her oh so soft voice. You could see her lips moving, with so much lipstick on her mother looked like she would be going to the zoo, instead her mother would be sent to live with her brother. There wasn't enough money for plane tickets so they bought train tickets for the children to go to their grandmother's house. Their grandmother was, old and wrinkly with white hair, but she was kind, caring, and loving. "But... but I thought I was gonna go with you Ma, how come I gotta go and take care of Kida? It ain't fair I say! Ain't fair!" Kida stood there, looking down, suprised... wondering if she would ever see her mother again or weather she would just grow up to be like her uncle's wife. Alone, no one there for her, cold, in the basement all the time. Would she be like that? Would she be dressed in rags? Most of all... would she be separated from her brother? He was older than her, he always took care of her even when he didn't want to. Even when he had the choice not to, he did.
Dark_Hottie123 · Sun Nov 19, 2006 @ 06:37am · 2 Comments |
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