Sandra sat up, sweat was beading down her face and body making
her green tank-top and blue boxer shorts stick to her skin making
her feel dirty and long for a hot shower. She put her sweat
drenched, brown hair into a messy bun while she slide off her
old, second hand, bed. The silver paint coating was chipping off
and it was quit uncomfortable. Stretching, Sandra looked around.
the morning sun was shining blindingly through the one window
that was in the large room. Her eyes wondered the room and saw
that all the beds, very much like hers, were empty. Wondering how
long she was asleep Sandra walked slowly to the small dresser
that she and 2 other girls "shared" they were fairly girly and
very into the latest fashion leavening their old clothes that
they don't even wear anymore in the dresser where they would
hogged up most of the little space that Sandra got. She didn't
really care, she was more a tomboy and didn't need that many
clothes. Sandra would just ask them which clothes she could have
that they didn't want and would rip them up at the knees or the
sleeves and would use some fabric from some other clothes and
would just sew it on, In the end it would look pretty good.
Sandra opened the drawer, it squeaked horribly as she did so, she
whipped out a par of her favorite blue jeans that were ripped at
the knees and had a faded look and another dark green tank-top.
Sandra ran to the girls bathroom, the dark wooden floorboards
also squeaked horribly though she tried her best not to make to
much noise, she slowly shut the door behind her not trying to
make any loud sounds. she didn't want to wake her foster mother,
Berit, Berit was always mad if she was woken early. Sandra didn't
know what time it was but she wasn't taken any chances. Sandra
put her clothes by the sink and stepped over to the shower. She
turned the handle and waited 10 seconds for water to come out.
She slid of her sweaty clothes while looking in the mirror
looking at her sweaty figure. Her dark honey, brown eyes looked a
little brighter. She pulled her long dark brown hair out of its
pony tail and stepped into the warm water to take a nice shower,
thinking the whole time about the blacked winged boy, he seamed
so real to Sandra, then again so did the sword. The sword felt so
solid, she swear she still feel it in her hand when she woke up,
her hand also tingled like she had just sucked in anomies amount
of magic, but she had paid no attention to that even though every
thing inside her screamed DANGER! RUN! But she didn't care right
now or even pay any thought to it, she was more worried about all
the oatmeal being gone.
Sandra hopped down the stairs taking 2 at a time. As she jumped
the last 4 steps ignoring the painful shook that ran up her lag
as she ran into the kitchen, that's weird…. Thought Sandra
as she walked into kitchen, no one was in site and some of the
cabers where wide open, nothing was inside them.
"where is every one?" Sandra thought out loud. She walked around
the kitchen to the fridge, hopefully if she was lucky there would
be an apple left. She opened the door and sighed, there was
nothing inside. They most of gone grosser shopping….
Thought Sandra she closed the door and saw a note on the front of
it. it read.
Dear Sandra the older girls went to the mall and movies. I'm
taking the younger ones to the market to get some food, didn't
want to wake you, sorry. Will be back before dinner
Sandra smiled, she had the whole day to herself. That meant she
could go to her tree house! Jumping like a little girl on her
birth day she opened all the drawers looking for a first aid kit
and flash light. 3 years ago when she first came to the house she
had taken a hike through the woods that surrounded the old house,
she had then found an old tree house since then she had traveled
there when ever nobody was home not wanting to be fallowed by any
one, because they may take it away from her, and rebuilt it. it
had been a whole month since she was able to go and now that she
had the chance she wasn't going to let it by.
"found Ya!" Sandra pulled out a black flash light, stuffing it
under her arm she ran up the steps to the bathroom to find the
first aid kit.
She mainly need a first aid kit because about 3 months ago she
had tripped over a rock and almost broken her ankle, she had told
the doctor that she tripped over her shoelace on the stairs.
Sine's then she hadn't taken any chances she would always bring
the kit with her.
Sandra opened the bathroom door and quickly looked through the
cabinet. A few short moments later Sandra found the kit behind a
mountain of hair spray. Sandra stuffed it under her arm and ran
to the bed chamber, (she had no idea what she could call a huge
room full of broken beds), and looked under her bed for her brown
shoulder strap bag. Sandra grunted trying to stuff her arm under
the narrow bed frame to grab hold of the bag strap. After being
stuck like that for a minute or 2 Sandra felt a soft narrow piece
of fabric clutched between her finger tips. Yanking the bag with
much effort Sandra slowly pulled it out. robbing her arm after
she put the kit and flash light in the bag she hopped down the
stairs. Sandra hopped into the kitchen hoping to find a piece or
2 of bread to have for a snack in her secret fort. After
searching all the cabinets she found 2 slices. She then went to
her room again to fetch her water bottle so she cold have a cold
drink in the summer heat. Sandra sprinted to the front of the
house hardly able to contain her excitement Sandra ran out the
door and up the path leading into the woods. Back pack swinging
hard into her lags and smashed toast being franticly stuffed into
a plastic bag and then into her bag, her figure running into the
forest like that was the last thing the old house, or anyone for
that manner, would see her for a long time.