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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

“Oh my god, she’s been hit! Somebody do something!” I heard someone scream into my ear. It was a feminine voice, and despite the fact that she was just inches away, I had a hard time hearing her. She sounded familiar. Her breathe was hot on the back of my neck. My gaze was blurry as I looked down at the corpse laying directly in front of me. I felt a formidable feeling rise in my belly. Then, out into the viewing herds of hundreds, no, thousands of army soldiers were approaching us. I had never seen so many soldiers. Suddenly, I heard her speak again “Hello, Isac, are you there? Isac?” Then suddenly the voice went from a scared, gentle feminine voice, to a mean sounding, rough manly voice.

“Isac! WAKE UP!” his teacher, Mr. Makkin hollered, slamming a yard stick on his desk. “Golly, you’re feckless! Does your junior year math grade have no meaning to you!? How many times must I tell you to stop sleeping in my class?”

“S-sorry Sir” I stammer, still dizzy from my dream “It won’t happen again!”

“That’s what you told me the last time I caught you sleeping,” Mr. Makkin said irritated. “Isac, I can’t put up with you anymore, detention!”

“Mr. Makkin, I can’t have detention!” I pleaded “I have, uh… plans today!”

“Enough has been said. Now I shall see to you later.” He said, dismissing the class.

Slowly walking out the room, my buddy Chase and I begin dragging our feet to our next miserable class. “Dude, you’re gonna have to skip, man!” Chase taunted.

“I know… I just can’t leave my sister un- attended for that long!” I said, hardly making any noise.

“Hey dude, I know how important it is that you see her…” Chase said sympathetically.

“I one-hundred percent acquiesce!” I complied.

“ How about I take the detention for you?” Chase said politely.

“Aw, dude you can’t. We aren’t even allowed,” I pointed out.

“We’ve got the same ugly brown hair color. Just exchange your raggedy old t-shirt and jeans with tears in it with me, I’ll restyle my hair, and pretend I’m you!” He stated, joyously.

“Hey, hey, let’s restrain from the insults here!” I said uncomfortably. “Plus, what about my freckles and green eyes?” Chase pulled out a brown marker and began drawing brown dots all over his slightly chubby, rounded face. I was going to ignore the fact that he was the slightest bit fatter than me, which it to be expected for a kid who doesn’t eat much.

“Next?” he said expectantly.

“Green eyes?” I re-stated.

“Come on man, they won’t notice your eye color! Especially if you’re sleeping all day!” Chase joked, shoving his elbow deep into my ribs.

“Ha-ha,” I chuckled. “You got me there.”


“Umm… okay fine. Only because I have to see my sister!” I agreed.

“I won’t disappoint you.” Chase promised.

“Thanks.” I finished, entering the classroom and holding the door open for Chase as he entered behind me. I spent the whole block planning how this will work out. Before the bell rings, I’ll ask to go use the restroom. Then in three to five minutes, Chase will pretend he needs a drink. Then we will hurry up and get dressed. I will help Chase with all the small details someone may notice and then I will leave on the bus. What a great plan! After class had ended Chase and I finished up the school day, and met after school exchange our clothes and book bags.

“Thanks again dude” I re-thanked Chase.

“No problem-o,” Chase responded. “Good luck.”

I exited through the back door just in time to make the busses. I hopped on and waited for it to approach my stop. While I was waiting I peeked around a little bit. I seen a hairy old man who appeared to be homeless. He looked at me and gave me a gross, but polite, very toothy grin. Then the bus came to a stop. As I got up to get off the bus I reached in my pocket to pull out some change. That’s when I felt my hand hit the bottom of the pocket. “CRAP!” I shouted. “I left my cash in MY pockets!” I dug everywhere in Chase’s pants to find he had no spare change. “I forgot, he walks home! He doesn’t ride a bus so he has no need for cash during the school day!” I stood up and walked toward the bus’s exit. She stopped me and held out her hand for me to pay my dues. I had no money! Thinking quickly I pretended to reach in my pocket and dig for money.

“Oh boy, I must have left it in the seat I was sitting in! I’m awfully sorry!” I said, hoping she’d let me go, or get up to go and see if the cash was in the seat. But she didn’t. She just kept her hand out and said,

“Well go get it then.”

I spun around and walked back to my seat. I had to think quickly. I pretended like I couldn’t find the coins.

“Just get off! You can bring me forty cent’s tomorrow…” She grumbled.

“Thank you.” I said, trying to sound decorum. Exiting the bus and walking toward the cemetery. I dropped off my bag at the side fence and ran. I didn’t normally run in this location, but I felt like I needed to get something off my chest, and I needed to do it now.

I sprinted over to a grave. The grave said; “Amanda Margarette Wellington, age 32, 1939-1971. Single loving Mother of two children, died fighting for our country.” A small tear dripped down my cheek as I remembered her sweet face. I picked a large purple flower growing by the woods edge. I walked it over to her grave and kneeled down, placing the flower on the pile of dirt. Then I stood up and left. I went to the corner of the highway and waited. I looked across the street at a small brick church. It was battered and beaten down. There was moss growing everywhere and when you would walk inside the white walls would be stained brown from people smoking inside. I watched as a group of mixed racial children come racing out of the building. A small girl with curly brown hair and freckles began running toward me.

“Hi Isac!” She said cheerfully.

“Hey Sophie.” I responded, opening my arms and going in for a hug. Sophie was barely a year old when mom died. She’s five now.

“Have you seen mommy yet?” She asked, before telling me how her day went.

“She’s so jaunty…” I murmured under my breath.

“What?” Sophie asked.

“Oh, um  nothing. Oh, and Yup, I visited mom!” I replied. “So uh, Sophie how was your day?”

“Oh Isac, it was great! Today one of the bible teachers noticed I didn’t have a lunch, and she bought me an apple!” Sophie cried with joy.

“Oh my, that was very generous of her!” I was overjoyed. This was the first exciting news I had heard all day. “What an affinity!” I thought, but didn’t speak outloud.

“And it gets better, one of my shoes broke today, so the priest gave me a pair of his daughter’s old shoes. Look how pretty they are!” She said, lifting up her foot and ripping her shoe off of her foot and showing it to me. It was a pretty nice shoe too. It was a black leather shoe with Velcro, and it had a small rubber heel.

“You look marvelous,” I remarked. “Now let’s get you home and put a little more food than an apple in your belly.

While Sophie and I walked home we seen a man surrounded by two others. They both had knives. Sophie got frightened as she watched them stab the man and take his wallet. I covered Sophie’s eyes and we kept walking onward. This wasn’t unusual. I knew that then tomorrow at school we would see this crisis on the news.

“That’s the third one this month!” She cried.

I just kept walking on. We arrived at a small wood building. The wood was damaged with deep gashes in the side of it. You could tell it was really old. We stepped inside and seen our mattress lying on the floor where it always is. I walked over to the cooler where we kept all of our food and pulled out a bottle of water, some cheese and crackers and a sandwich.

“Oh Isac, you know I love cheese and crackers!” Sophie cried, and begged me to let her have them.

“Of course you can have them,” I said kindly “But we have to share the bottle. It’s the last one we have.” I explained. She ignored me and gobbled down her dinner. After dinner Sophie stood up and brushed off her shirt. Too bad dinner was Laconic. “Don’t forget to go down to the lake and wash up before school tomorrow,” I reminded her. “We don’t need to be getting kicked out for being smelly.”

She giggled and raced down to a small lake we had found in the woods. Before she got back I picked up the small blanket we had and placed it on the bed. I fluffed her pillow and waited. And then I heard her scream. I raced to her location as fast as I could. My heart was pounding out of my chest. “No please, don’t let anything happen to her!” But when I got there, I realized it wasn’t a scream of terror, it was a scream of joy.

“ISAC! WE’VE BEEN ADOPTED!” She danced around in joy.

I looked at her “What are you talking about?”

“A very rich hunter was in the woods while I washed up. He asked why I was out there and said he wanted to adopt me. Then I told him about you and said he’ll take you too!” She cried again, then paused. “But there is a catch.”

“Oh?” I said, pausing as well.

“He said he doesn’t like the names Sophie and Isac. He wants us to be… Maggie and Avery.” She said, remembering the names he spoke.

“And you say he is rich? Like he would feed you dinner every night?” I asked her.

“Yes!” She said joyously.

“Do you like the name Maggie?”

“It’s okay. It’s not worse than Sophie. Are you okay with the name Avery?” She asked.

“I like it,” I said. “Let’s go.”

We had lived with the man for a week. We had been receiving breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. We lived in a huge mansion and had nice clothes. Chase told that I skipped detention, and our secret was divulge. But that doesn’t matter. The man was very nice to us. He told us to call him “Dad” besides that fact he wasn’t our dad, and his name was Reggie. I didn’t have to work for anything I owned anymore. That doesn’t mean I stopped working though. I vacuumed, and did the dishes and did anything I could to please our new adopted step-father. And he repaid us for all of my hard work with cell phones. I was now the richest kid in the school! I never slept in math class again. I never got detention again. Chase felt so happy for me, and we hung out every day after I finished my homework and house chores. To be quite honest, Avery was not a bad name. Not at all! Sophie er- I mean Maggie was loving life too. She had become very voracious, but step-father doesn’t mind. She still went to the same church but this time always rode home in step-fathers car. She wore a clean shirt every day of the week, and never had to wear the same shirt more than once. I never rode home on the bus anymore. Because my school got out early, step-father would always pick me up first. But one day I decided to ride the bus. I paid the bus driver her forty cents. Then a dollar. Then two dollars. I told her I wouldn’t be riding the bus anymore, and to have a great life. I had her drive me to the cemetery one more time. I walked to my mother’s grave and kneeled down. Her memory was nebulous in my mind.

“I miss you mom. I know Maggie misses you. But she is so happy now. And we have to forget about the past and move on. We can’t keep living in the past.” I said, a tear running down my face and landing on her tombstone. I never visited her again.

“You can’t live in the past…” I told myself every night before I went to sleep.

Submitted: November 14, 2016

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