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Abandoned… 936 wordsAs I walk through the empty streets of this little city, my tears race, competing to reach the ground; my eyes are swollen up because of all the crying and my heart is pounding a hundred times faster then it usually does.
It’s a murky and frightening night. It’s a night like no other. I feel the chill of the air move through my veins. I can feel something is wrong. I know there’s something different.
As I walk through the streets, wearing a gray jersey, black sneakers and my good luck bracelet. My blond hair is pulled in a bun. I watch as some cars pass by, leaving nothing but the air they have produced as an ally.
The moon is full and there is not a single start at sight. The gray sky feels not far away. I can almost feel its touch on my pale and fragile body.
I walk, cold with my hands stuck in my pockets. I keep on thinking of the evoking scene I have just witnessed. The flashback of my mother with another man is like a million stabs, not only in the back, but mostly in the heart.
As my moan sings the sad lullaby of the night, I walk past a small and dark ally. As I pass it I feel a sudden breeze holding on to my body. It is as if it is pushing me back, begging me to return.
At first I ignore the feeling and just move on. It’s just an illusion. It must be my mother’s deceit which is holding me back from my journey to nowhere.
Walking some more steps I suddenly slow down. Without realizing what I am doing I turn back and head towards the dark, abandoned ally.
Face first I glimpse at the sight of the dumpsters. I think face forward once again in order to complete my journey and just shake out the misapprehension of anything present in that ally.
As I walk some more I start hearing some innocent cries. I suddenly stand. No being able to comprehend what the sound of the cry was all about; I turn back once again sure of the sound I have just heard.
I peer into the ally, trying to figure out where the cries were coming from. I then gather my courage and decide to enter and risk my safety. I walk slowly shivering, not from the cold this time, but from fear.
I witness some small feet, peering out of a small box. It seems that the soft moans are also coming from the cardboard box. I hurry and open the carton to investigate the sound.
I gaze in, not believing my eyes. My face burns with the image of a small five or six year old girl, wearing nothing but a dirty cloth. Her hair is messed up. She has a frightened look on her face and it shows that she is crying out of pain.
At first I feel rising terror in me. I look at her with disbelief. I then kneel down next to her and help her out of the box.
At first she rejected my try of helping her, but after looking at the smile on my face she decides to cooperate.
I hold her near and ask: “Hi… what’s your name?”
She looks at me, he eyes watering and he small lips curled up. But after a few moments she replies with sadness in her tone “Am- Ama- Amanda”.
I feel her sorrow shed on me also. I then ask trying to keep a friendly look on my face “I like your name. It’s very nice. So… how old are you?”
She looks at me with shock, as if this is the first time anyone has ever been nice to her. She then replies “five.”
“Are you lost Amanda? Would you like me to take you to your mother?”
She shakes her head and she starts crying. I don’t know what to do. Her face has now fallen to the ground. Her messy hair fall over her tiny head. I then hug her tightly with love. I sit her on my lap and try to calm her down. I then ask “What’s wrong? It there anything I can do to help?”
After a few moments she calms down and tries to speech “I-I… She... She…” I then rub her tears off of her beautiful yet dirty face. “Jason killed mom.” Her tears then fall faster. Her burning tears have caused a whole in my heart.
I regain my strength and say “Who’s Jason?”
Her face lowered and she replies “my brother.”
I am shocked by her final words. I then hold her even closer and say “Tell me Amanda… tell me what has happened.”
She then starts telling me with grief “I-I was sleeping and heard mommy scream. She was sleeping on the ground and had re-re- red all over her clothes.” She then cries some more. “Jason killed her.”
I hold her close to my chest and then ask “Then what?”
“Jason took my here and left. I’m alone! I’m scared!”
I feel what she feels. Her mother might have been killed and now she is abandoned. Me on the other hand, I have a mother but I am still abandoned! Abandoned from the truth, abandoned from the love of the only person I had left!
I then start crying along; I cry endlessly, I cry feeling all the water in my body stream out of eyes. I then say “Me too Amanda... I am also abandoned… I am also abandoned.”
when the poll is made i'll read your stories;)
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no its ok karinu dont have to move it
i had the time and wrote my story
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but thanks
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i have no idea!no one even sent me an invitation to answer a poll
did they even MAKE a poll?
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LOLits ok karin
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gonna check the poll out
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there is now a poll!i might add more before the end though!!!!!
okay heres some more of my story, though I worn you that it ends in a cliffhangerTen Years Later
“Katie get up now!” I scream up the stairs.
“No! I hate school. I don’t want to go!” She moans down at me.
“You will come to school now or you won’t learn any more magic from me” I blackmail her. A few minutes pause, a lot of footsteps, and a few curses later Katie finally stood in front of me.
“You’re forcing me to go why?” She asked me. Her curly blonde hair was pulled into a pony tail and she was wearing a dark blue shirt that complimented her blue eyes. It was short sleeves and she was wearing a short denim skirt to go with it. She also had lip gloss and eye shadow on. Sometimes I wonder if that girl could go a day without makeup.
“Honestly Katie, I never used to wear heeps of makeup to school when I was fifteen. Why do you have to?” I asked her.
“Well, when you were fifteen your parents adopted the lovely me and you took care of Brain. Where as I have you and Brian looking after me so I don’t have to worry about my psychopathic mom in jail, and I just have to feel sorry that your parents are dead. My life was a lot easier then yours was and that includes the fact that I have wacky powers. That says a lot if you ask me.” She said.
“Must you always have some smart comeback and a snappy retort when I say something rude?” I asked.
“Yes, but only because you taught me well” she answered.
“Fair enough, now bet in the car because you will not make me late for college again. This is my last year and then I will have to get a job, so I can’t have too many late days or say goodbye to New York City and say hello to life on the farm with my Uncle Joe and my Aunt Helga” I honestly hate my Aunt and my Uncle.
Without another word she walked to the car as I locked up and waited in the passenger seat for me. I love my car. It is the best car ever and the only reason I have it is because my little brother Brian is a doctor. He is loaded and incredibly, we are not. That’s were I got the money to go to college, the money to keep Katie in school, and how I got that insanely awesome car for my birthday.
We arrived at the school and I dropped Katie off after telling her I would pick her up. Then I drove to my college which was about ten minutes away, and the only reason we lived in New York City. I went to Julliard for the performing arts. Yeah it’s expensive, and that’s why I needed Brian to help me pay. I was just fortunate I had a rich boyfriend also. I guess I am pretty lucky. Sure enough said boyfriend was leaning against his car waiting for me as I pulled in.
“Hey gorgeous, how are you?” He asked me. He then planted a very light kiss on my lips took my hand and started walking toward campus.
“I’m fine. How are you Logan?” I asked.
“I am exquisitely happy since I just got a recording contract” He smiled at me and I stopped right where I was. My eyes were wide and my jaw dropped.
“No way! Oh my gosh! Congratulations!!!” I squealed and gave him the biggest hug I could. “This is your dream come true!”
“I know. I can’t wait. We record on Friday and guess what song we’re singing” He said. He was beaming brilliantly.
“No way, don’t tell me it’s one of the three songs I’m in” look at the expression I his face I was overcome with joy “Oh my god!! Which one is it??” I asked.
“Only Say Sorry If You Mean It. AND When Everything Is Good” he said.
I just gapped at him. “Oh my gosh! This is so exciting! When do we leave?” I asked. “Where is the studio?”
“It’s in LA and we leave on Thursday and get back on Sunday. They also said your allowed to bring Katie if you want to and we get to stay in a near by four star hotel” he explained. I gave him a huge hug again.
“This is just too good to be true” I said.
I was right, but I wouldn’t be right until two months later, when Katie’s mom escaped prison and I finished college.
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it goes by what you submitted BEFORE the date. it ended 3 days ago from right now, which is the 30th of April
It was good, Dimitrilover. You should keep writing it separately from the contest.
for some reason i always do, and as far as what Karin said, well that just sucks but who cares?=) good luck to all!
omg i won!!!! =D thanx 2 all who voted 4 me and 2 all the other writers your stories were amazing
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and it turned out to b REALLY easy
so i guess i'll write it now
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YAY
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