Sierra's V: A Short Story
Sierra's POV:
I scribbled my last few words on the paper. I looked to my rose tattoo planted on my wrist, I hope you liked it as much as I did Mom. Suddenly, I heard a faint creek from behind me. My head snapped around to my temporary bedroom door. It was wishful thinking, but for a moment I thought it was my mother. "Hello?" I climbed back through the window and slammed it shut. "Hello?" I repeated. My feet tiptoed across the floor, careful not to make a sound.
"Kids! Groceries!" Stormie called from below. I leapt into the air and held onto the door for support. My heart was thudding deep in my chest and my hand instinctively reached to cover it. God she scared me.
Ross exited his room casually, watching me heave up and down. "You good? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." He lifted his hand to my shoulder, then pulled away as if I had shocked him. I nodded and caught my breath. "Groceries wait for no man," He smiled looking me up and down, "or woman." I rolled my eyes and followed him down the steps.
Later, when Mark had arrived home we had to eat a 'family dinner' together. The meal was delicious (I even secretly stashed some away for later).
"How was your first day of school sweet heart?" Stormie forked some potatoes …show more content…
For some reason I had thought the sky would be a little less dark here. It was just another cloudy night that would cover the last of the twilight, beating the blackness away. It concealed the stars between the streams of gray and hid the glorious moon behind its stretching and ominous blanket. There were no birds to fly down, but instead were replaced my low clouds that swooped in the thick air. It had became my ceiling and the roof was my bed. It looked like an accident, a simple spill of ink that ran across the page. They were the blackened shadows that shifted in the inconstant wind. It was a mess and so was I. I waited patiently to be engulfed by it
I scribbled my last few words on the paper. I looked to my rose tattoo planted on my wrist, I hope you liked it as much as I did Mom. Suddenly, I heard a faint creek from behind me. My head snapped around to my temporary bedroom door. It was wishful thinking, but for a moment I thought it was my mother. "Hello?" I climbed back through the window and slammed it shut. "Hello?" I repeated. My feet tiptoed across the floor, careful not to make a sound.
"Kids! Groceries!" Stormie called from below. I leapt into the air and held onto the door for support. My heart was thudding deep in my chest and my hand instinctively reached to cover it. God she scared me.
Ross exited his room casually, watching me heave up and down. "You good? You look like you've seen a ghost or something." He lifted his hand to my shoulder, then pulled away as if I had shocked him. I nodded and caught my breath. "Groceries wait for no man," He smiled looking me up and down, "or woman." I rolled my eyes and followed him down the steps.
Later, when Mark had arrived home we had to eat a 'family dinner' together. The meal was delicious (I even secretly stashed some away for later).
"How was your first day of school sweet heart?" Stormie forked some potatoes …show more content…
For some reason I had thought the sky would be a little less dark here. It was just another cloudy night that would cover the last of the twilight, beating the blackness away. It concealed the stars between the streams of gray and hid the glorious moon behind its stretching and ominous blanket. There were no birds to fly down, but instead were replaced my low clouds that swooped in the thick air. It had became my ceiling and the roof was my bed. It looked like an accident, a simple spill of ink that ran across the page. They were the blackened shadows that shifted in the inconstant wind. It was a mess and so was I. I waited patiently to be engulfed by it