My life and it's problems. Charlotte Draper part 1

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Charlotte is a big sister.
Her life is just full of problems and she has to face them one way or another.
This is Charlotte Draper's life, in black and white.

Submitted: October 22, 2011

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Submitted: October 22, 2011



I flicked off the light and took a running start towards my bed. I landed on my bed and threw the blanket over my head and snuggled in. I thought of what tomorrow was to hold. My eyes got heavy, so I gave in and closed them. My eyelids turned red. Someone turned the light on. I opened one eye and let in the piercing light. I looked over at the door and saw who was guilty of ruining my slumber. There I saw Brooke with her hand on the light switch and the other in her mouth. I looked over at my lamp wanting to turn it off. I failed. I regret the day we taught her to turn on a light switch. I sat up and looked at her. She was so cute it was hard to be mad at her.

“Sissy,” She said between her finger chewing.

“Yea?” I said.

“ I have a bad dream, can I sleep in here?” she said pointing towards my bed.

“Sure,” I said moving over in the bed and patting the spot next to me.

She ran over and hiked up onto the bed. I looked over at the lamp on my side table and turned off the light. I lay there trying to get back to sleep.

“You wanna know what my dream was about?” Brooke asked turning over to look at me.

“Not really, I wanna sleep actually,” I said not trying to hide the fact that I was utterly annoyed. I turned over and looked at the wall.

“Tell me in the morning,” I said closing my eyes. I was deep asleep, and happy I was.

Then, Brooke Screamed. At the top, of her, tiny lungs. But was pretty, much loud enough, to shake the whole house. She was sitting right up and her eyes were wide open.

“Brooke, are you okay?” That was a dumb question, I knew she wasn’t. I looked at her to make sure she was ok. There was not a spot on her. She was just upset and afraid. I didn’t know what to do.

I stood up and scooped her up in my arms. I marched down the hall to my mom’s bedroom.

My mom was walking out her door when I got to her. Holding Brooke in my arms her breathing was incredible, she was breathing faster than ever, her body couldn’t keep up with her breathing. I was scared for her. I didn’t know what was wrong; I was just hoping she was okay.

“Brooke what’s the matter?” my mom asked afraid for Brooke, just like I was.

I couldn’t stand to see her so scared.

We all went into the kitchen and sat at the table. She poured Brooke some water. She sat there and stroked Brooke’s brown curly hair. I sat there and watched her.

“What happened Brooke?” My mom said looking at Brooke. Brooke’s expression was still the same. Brooke wouldn’t answer; she just sat there, looking off into space, like a zombie. The sight of her just made me shiver. 

“I just started screaming, I don’t know why,” she said I little tear produced from her blue eye.

“Mom, I don’t want to go back to sleep,” She said holding her sock monkey close to her heart. Jingle, was his name, we got him for her when we went to the mountains, and she always carried him around since.

“I’ m bringing you to the doctor tomorrow,” My mom said to my little sister.

“But we really need to get to bed, com’ on,” she said picking Brooke up and bringing her upstairs.

I followed, she out Brooke back up in my bed, and I climbed in next to her hoping she would wake up again, and scare me like that.

My mom woke me up at  nine thirty.

“Do you wanna come to the doctor with us?” she asked.

“No, I’ll stay home , I got homework, text me and tell me what it is later,” I rolled over and covered up to go back to sleep.

I got up at ten o’clock. I took a shower and changed my clothes. I went down to eat breakfast.  When I was half way down the stairs I heard a rustle at the kitchen table. I thought it was my mom and Brooke.

“Mom?” no one answered, no more rustles either.

“Brooke, what are you doing?” I asked now a little scared.

“Charlotte?” I heard a man’s voice ask. He got up and started walking.

“Who are you?” I asked getting ready to sprint up the stairs.

“It’s dad Charlie,” He said. That’s when I took off running.

I went up to my room and locked the door, I grabbed my phone. I went into the closet locked and closed that door too. I took my phone and called my mom.

“Hello?” my mom anwsered reliving me.

“Mom, it’s dad he’s here in the kitchen, what do I do?!” I asked, I was talking so fast it didn’t sound right to me, but my mom seemed to have gotten it.

“What how’d he get in? Where are you?” she asked you could tell she started running.

“I don’t know, and I’m in my bedroom closet, moms please hurry and get here.” I said shaking.

“ Were at the gas station up the street I’ll be there in two minutes.”

The knocking on the door made my finger tips numb.

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