Chapter 2: A Day Off!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reads: 28

I grabbed my duffel bag and walked down to the market. It was a lovely summer weekend. I was buying lemons and sugar. I decided to pick up some extra veggies too. I slowly made my selection. Goldeny tan onions, little green snap peas, carrots orange as fire, my mom's favorite nuts, and lastly I grabbed a few apples. Then as I began the trek home, I saw a new shop. It had beautiful dresses, the finest you ever did see. I gazed at  a light pink one, short and frilly. I knew right in that moment, I HAD to buy it. I dug through my bag and pulled out my money. 25.. 26.. 27.. 28.. 29.. 30.. I kept counting and finally dug out 56 dollars.

As I walked into the shop I was amazed. Here went the rest of my money. I bought the pink dress and found a beautiful emerald necklace. The pink dress was 38 dollars, and the necklace was clearanced for 16, I knew it was damaged but...

I clasped the necklace around Mom's neck.

"Open your eyes!"

She looked down and saw the old, damaged, but beautiful necklace. Her eyes lit up.

"Oh Tanisha! How did you?"

"My savings. And I bought Laura a dress. Do you think she'll like it?" I asked. My mom nodded.

Laura wasn't fully black. She was more of mixed. She loved anything girly and we were closer than peas in a pod. We were total opposites though. Her favorite color was pink, mine was blue. She loved meatloaf, I hated it. I loved fresh peas, she loathed them.

Yet we got along perfectly. I handed her the dress and she quickly threw it on in the bathroom and then came out, twirling. I tied a ribbon in her long silky, brown hair.

"Thank you, Tanisha." She whispered.

"It's no pro-"

"I know you've been saving... Why did you spend it on me?"

"Because... You're the best sister ever!" I hugged her tight. Nothing could ruin this moment. Until, I saw a man walk up, poundin' on the door.

"Ma-" I started.

"No sweetie... It's not possible."

My mother opened the door. A man, chocolatey skinned, wore all black and held a paper. I knew who he was. He began to read the paper.

"To Mrs." He cleared his throat, "Miss. Penelope Vando." Why did he change it. All of a sudden I had feelin' things were 'bout to get real bad...

"We are sad to inform you that Robert K. Williams, is dead."

My ma let out a huge gasp and there was a thump.


Submitted: January 21, 2021

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