Stories

Living like were Lost -Chapter One

Yes, we live on a street that's named lost. The irony of it has failed me. I'm over it and so are my sisters and my brother. People call us the lost children. I'm not upset by this and maybe I should be. All I know is that when we stand on the corner of lost, waiting for the bus I feel no sadness. I know my life. We go to school my siblings and I and we do what we have to. We ignore the teachers prying eyes,because if we pay attention to their antics we might feel hope. We might think they can somehow help us. But they won't be able to. The rules are simple. We go to school and come home. But before we come home we have to bring home food .Because if we don't we will starve. I'm fifteen and my two sisters are six and nine. My brother is thirteen. I'm the oldest so I watch out for them. Our main goal should be our grades in school. But sadly this isn't our goal. Our goal everyday is to survive starvation. If we don't bring food home,enough of it we starve and our parents kick us out for the night. You may ask what kind of parents we have? Well, I'll explain that later. The bus is coming and I have to put on a happy smile now.

Living like were Lost -Chapter Two

Hate is such a strong word and I don't use it often. But I hate my math teacher. He always calls me out in front of the class. It drives me nuts and not only did he call me out twice today he gave me an extra assignment. A assignment that I have to do with a boy in my class. His name is Cory,and he has to come over after school. I asked him if we could do it at his house but he said no.That theres remodeling being done and it would be to loud. He then asked me if the library was okay,and I had to say no. I couldn't go anywhere after school. I had to go home it was a rule. I texted my mom and she said it was fine. I knew it wasn't. I could see her now running around the apartment trying to clean everything up. I could hear my dad yelling at her. I even imagined him throwing a bottle at the wall. My dad lost his legs to a boating accident,and after that he became a drunk.He sits in his wheelchair all day and drinks his life away. Like I said I know my life. I'm over him and I'm over it all. But its my mom who I worry about. She's strict and she's very firm with us. Not because she wants to punish us for the way her life is,but because she doesn't want this to be what we live like. She has two jobs,and she has no time for our drama. So that's why we have rules. I'm breaking one today. I can't go to the shelter for food after school. I have to catch the metro bus without my siblings. Cory will be with me and I could never go to the shelter with him. Like I said I don't say it often,but I sure hate my math teacher.

Living like were Lost -Chapter three

My brother never came home after school. It was an hour past dinnertime when my mother began to get worried. Cory was still over because our assignment was harder then we had thought. I tried to focus on all the numbers in my equations. But minute after minute I thought about my brother. Where was he? My dad was in his room passed out. I was thankful for this. My sister Lena was sitting on the couch reading her book. She would look up once or twice at the clock on the wall. My Little sister Dana,was helping my mother with dinner. The girls had managed to go across town to the shelter I always go to. This time the shelter gave us a few cans of corn and some roast beef that was already precooked. It came in a container that was clearly from Mr.Mickeys restaurant. I was so thankful that they went that I told them I would do their chores. They ignored me,but I was serious. I was the only one brave enough to go across town. The neighborhood was dangerous, I owed them.Now dinner was getting cold,and my dad would wake up soon. My mother always set his alarm so he would come out for dinner. How do you ask someone to leave your house? I didn't know what to say so I said this........"Cory you have to go". He looked at me and smiled."Okay see ya tomorrow?" I looked at him and smiled too. Yes, I would see him tomorrow. To be honest it was the first time I had really looked at Cory.He was kind of cute.What was I saying? I need to focus now. I need Cory to leave and I need to know where my brother is.

Living like were Lost -Chapter four

My brother ran away. Its been six days and he hasn't come home. He hasn't called or anything. My dad said that if my brother did get the guts to come back,he would break his legs. My dad isn't the joking type. He was serious and I know that. Now I hope my brother doesn't come back. Because if he does my dad is serious,just because he is in a wheelchair that doesn't mean he can't hurt my brother.My mother is so angry she doesn't say a word. My sisters and I well we don't know what to say to each other. I guess things aren't that bad,Cory and I have become friends even though our assignment is over.