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Back to the Past
~*~*~*~Flashback 10 years~*~*~*~ "Aww... what's wrong little girl? Cat got your tongue?" Three boys taunted. I was clutching my arms as I walked towards the school. "Just go away." I thought but the boys would not go away. They danced around me, laughing and making fun of me. Sure I had a speech problem and didn't know how to talk but couldn't they just leave me alone?! Looking past the blurr of tears, I saw my best friend Brina Monroe. I knew that if I could just get to her, I would be alright. "She'll stick up for me. I know she will." Just as I was getting close to the school grounds, the leader of the group pushed me from behind. I fell forward, stopping thanks to my putting my hands in front of me. The tears that had been briming my eyes fell onto my cheeks in a great rush but I didn't make a sound. "Even when she's hurt the baby won't make a sound. I guess the cat really has got her tongue." The leader laughed to his followers. Next thing I knew, I saw him laying down in front of me. "Finally." I thought. A hand gestured out to me and I gladly took it in mine though when I did, I felt pain. Now standing, I looked at my hands and saw that they were scraped very badly. I looked to Brina and she saw that I was in pain. She never had to ask because of two reasons. First she knew she wouldn't get it out of me since I couldn't talk and second she could just tell by my eyes. "You have some nerve picking on her this morning. You know her mom just died this week. Couldn't you have just layed off for ONCE!" Brina said standing in front of the boy. The boy just laughed. "I could let up but what would the fun be in that. The baby is 8 years old and she still doesn't know how to speek. It's the only fun I have at school. So let me have it." "Oh I'll let you have it." At that Brina punched him in the gut. At age 9, Brina was small but she sure packed a punch. "C'mon Katelin. Lets go get you checked out by the teach." At that we walked into the school while the followers of the jerk helped him to his feet.
~*~*~*~A year later...~*~*~ Sitting at the tree of familiarity, I cried silently to myself. "Why does it always happen to me? Why?" Here I was a 9 year old girl who had no family. My mother has been dead for a year and now my dad has died. The funeral has come and gone and I'm staying at my horrible Aunt Ursala. She is as bad as those boys who made fun of me last year. They've stopped for their leader has left. I'm glad. That means there is one less 12 year old taunting and laughing at my speech problem. The boys that followed him around have actually become nicer to me. They've earned both my trust and Brina's. The three of them have been working with me the past year on my speech. "Just as I learn how to speak and am about to say my first word to Papa, he dies." Tears grace my cheeks and I put my hands to my face. "Don't worry My Kate. I'll be with you always." I looked up but didn't see anyone. "Don't cry My Kate. Everything will be alright." Right then I knew that I was remembering the words my father spoke to me when my mother died. "My Kate." My father's pet name for me. I started to cry again and just let them flow. I then felt an arm go around my shoulders. Still with the tears falling down my cheeks, I could see who it was. It was the same person who had always been at my side, Brina."I..I.." She just put her finger to my lips and wrapped me in a hug. "I have some good news for you." Looking up I started to dry my tears using my father's favorite handkerchief. "My father has asked your Aunt if we could take you instead of her. She said why not since she had no use for you anyways." A smile crept to my sadden face. "I take it then you agree with this change?" She laughed. I nodded quickly hoping that it wasn't a dream. "Well we had better get your things so you can move in with us. You and I get to share a room." She helped me up to my feet and we ran off to her house. I know her father and mother couldn't take the place of my own folks but they were already a second family to me. As we ran, I could feel my mother and papa looking down on me and smiling, knowing that I would be safe in the arms of friends.
~*~*~*~End of Flashback~*~*~*~
Back to the Past
~*~*~*~Flashback 10 years~*~*~*~ "Aww... what's wrong little girl? Cat got your tongue?" Three boys taunted. I was clutching my arms as I walked towards the school. "Just go away." I thought but the boys would not go away. They danced around me, laughing and making fun of me. Sure I had a speech problem and didn't know how to talk but couldn't they just leave me alone?! Looking past the blurr of tears, I saw my best friend Brina Monroe. I knew that if I could just get to her, I would be alright. "She'll stick up for me. I know she will." Just as I was getting close to the school grounds, the leader of the group pushed me from behind. I fell forward, stopping thanks to my putting my hands in front of me. The tears that had been briming my eyes fell onto my cheeks in a great rush but I didn't make a sound. "Even when she's hurt the baby won't make a sound. I guess the cat really has got her tongue." The leader laughed to his followers. Next thing I knew, I saw him laying down in front of me. "Finally." I thought. A hand gestured out to me and I gladly took it in mine though when I did, I felt pain. Now standing, I looked at my hands and saw that they were scraped very badly. I looked to Brina and she saw that I was in pain. She never had to ask because of two reasons. First she knew she wouldn't get it out of me since I couldn't talk and second she could just tell by my eyes. "You have some nerve picking on her this morning. You know her mom just died this week. Couldn't you have just layed off for ONCE!" Brina said standing in front of the boy. The boy just laughed. "I could let up but what would the fun be in that. The baby is 8 years old and she still doesn't know how to speek. It's the only fun I have at school. So let me have it." "Oh I'll let you have it." At that Brina punched him in the gut. At age 9, Brina was small but she sure packed a punch. "C'mon Katelin. Lets go get you checked out by the teach." At that we walked into the school while the followers of the jerk helped him to his feet.
~*~*~*~A year later...~*~*~ Sitting at the tree of familiarity, I cried silently to myself. "Why does it always happen to me? Why?" Here I was a 9 year old girl who had no family. My mother has been dead for a year and now my dad has died. The funeral has come and gone and I'm staying at my horrible Aunt Ursala. She is as bad as those boys who made fun of me last year. They've stopped for their leader has left. I'm glad. That means there is one less 12 year old taunting and laughing at my speech problem. The boys that followed him around have actually become nicer to me. They've earned both my trust and Brina's. The three of them have been working with me the past year on my speech. "Just as I learn how to speak and am about to say my first word to Papa, he dies." Tears grace my cheeks and I put my hands to my face. "Don't worry My Kate. I'll be with you always." I looked up but didn't see anyone. "Don't cry My Kate. Everything will be alright." Right then I knew that I was remembering the words my father spoke to me when my mother died. "My Kate." My father's pet name for me. I started to cry again and just let them flow. I then felt an arm go around my shoulders. Still with the tears falling down my cheeks, I could see who it was. It was the same person who had always been at my side, Brina."I..I.." She just put her finger to my lips and wrapped me in a hug. "I have some good news for you." Looking up I started to dry my tears using my father's favorite handkerchief. "My father has asked your Aunt if we could take you instead of her. She said why not since she had no use for you anyways." A smile crept to my sadden face. "I take it then you agree with this change?" She laughed. I nodded quickly hoping that it wasn't a dream. "Well we had better get your things so you can move in with us. You and I get to share a room." She helped me up to my feet and we ran off to her house. I know her father and mother couldn't take the place of my own folks but they were already a second family to me. As we ran, I could feel my mother and papa looking down on me and smiling, knowing that I would be safe in the arms of friends.
~*~*~*~End of Flashback~*~*~*~