Valentine Woke Up Hero: A Narrative Fiction
When Valentine woke up Hero was gone. She left a note on the coffee maker saying she had work early that morning and that she left some breakfast in the fridge for them and that coffee was ready. Valentine just needed to press start.
She checked on her dad in the living room. He was still asleep on the couch. She thought briefly about waking him up before deciding that he needed rest. His boss had given him time off work because of the fire anywhere, so he had nowhere to be.
She sat at the kitchen table and ate her breakfast, which was a fruit salad and some almond milk. She was grateful for her sister making food, but she found herself wishing that there was bacon.
She had work today. They were getting restocked today and she had to be here at seven. She groaned internally at the thought.
She would just wear the same clothes as yesterday. She didn't have time to go to …show more content…
They walls looked almost the same as before. Bright yellow, except all the posters her mom loved were taken down. They had probably been moved into her dads attic, where he thought they would be safe.
The smile, which she hadn't noticed creeping up on her, faded off her face. She didn't want to thin about him right now. He was still here. Her mom wasn't.
She sat down on the pavement outside the building. It was a little dirty and the remnants of cigarettes surrounded her. Maybe she should've been sad right then. Maybe. She wasn't, not really. She had spent a long time being sad and avoiding her mom. She didn't want to avoid her anymore. She didn't want to hate vanilla. She didn't want to avoid the now vacant bakery on her way to work.
She felt like she was finally taking a breath of air. She wasn't underwater, she wasn't drowning. Not anymore. She smiled at the feeling of sunlight on her face.
Her phone burst her bubble. It was ringing obnoxiously in her pocket. She dug it out and saw that it was Harry. He sent her two texts. She didn't bother reading
She checked on her dad in the living room. He was still asleep on the couch. She thought briefly about waking him up before deciding that he needed rest. His boss had given him time off work because of the fire anywhere, so he had nowhere to be.
She sat at the kitchen table and ate her breakfast, which was a fruit salad and some almond milk. She was grateful for her sister making food, but she found herself wishing that there was bacon.
She had work today. They were getting restocked today and she had to be here at seven. She groaned internally at the thought.
She would just wear the same clothes as yesterday. She didn't have time to go to …show more content…
They walls looked almost the same as before. Bright yellow, except all the posters her mom loved were taken down. They had probably been moved into her dads attic, where he thought they would be safe.
The smile, which she hadn't noticed creeping up on her, faded off her face. She didn't want to thin about him right now. He was still here. Her mom wasn't.
She sat down on the pavement outside the building. It was a little dirty and the remnants of cigarettes surrounded her. Maybe she should've been sad right then. Maybe. She wasn't, not really. She had spent a long time being sad and avoiding her mom. She didn't want to avoid her anymore. She didn't want to hate vanilla. She didn't want to avoid the now vacant bakery on her way to work.
She felt like she was finally taking a breath of air. She wasn't underwater, she wasn't drowning. Not anymore. She smiled at the feeling of sunlight on her face.
Her phone burst her bubble. It was ringing obnoxiously in her pocket. She dug it out and saw that it was Harry. He sent her two texts. She didn't bother reading