Clickety Clack

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written sort of like the style of House on Mango Street. It was an English assignment. True story :)

Submitted: April 15, 2009

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Aunt Becky and her load of kids got here the other day. Aunt Becky is big and round and a little mean. Danny's the kind one, the one who is so much older. Michael's the one with the dark hair, the one that I avoid...I just avoid him. That one there, that's Faith. She's my best friend. Zoom. There goes David, the little one with the lopsided hips.


Aunt Becky's van always smells like...fun. Yea, it smells like fun. It smells like family. Smells like love. We all pile into the little van, ready for the creek. We cross the Shaky Bridge. We pass Dairy Queen. Oh, there's Taco Bell, someone yells. I point out Kroger. They don't have that where my cousins live. I point to the big bridge up ahead and say, Look at the train!


We're going under the train....uh oh, Danny says.


Grabbing his arm I ask why he said that.


It'll squish us, Danny says. My heart feels like it's running. My breath feels like it's dying. I feel trapped. The seatbelt won't let me go. Doesn't it see that I'm going to die...? Get. Me. Out.


Clickety clack. Clickety clack. I hear the train going clickety clack.


Crickety crack. Crickety crack. I wait for my bones to go crickety crack.

Silence. David and me hold our breath.


Laughter. The older ones knew. The train couldn't get us. And they knew. They watched us be scared. They liked our fear....


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