Hello everyone! I'm Miko! I started this story forever and a year ago,
and I really want to finish it... So I went back, rewrote some things, wrote
new chapters, the whole nine yards in steps of actually doing so... wow... So
if you have already read some of my story (all five of you... ^_^) feel free
to read it again... I think it is a lot better then it was before. Thanks
for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this computer... and apparently some real estate in Alaska- that one I'm still trying to figure out...
*******The Beginning*******
A sweet little three-bedroom house. A true home... one with love and care and a nice little backyard... a garden in one corner, a swing set in the other. This was where Callie had lived. She wondered what happened to it. All the bushes had grown out of hand. The sun had dried up everything outside. The porch was filled with wasps and spider webs, and you couldn't see through the screen-glass doors anymore.
Callie saw that the bunny didn't have any food. She had felt so sorry for her rabbit, for not being tall enough to get the feed for it, just last week... but now, she just didn't. If she had stopped to wonder why, maybe she would have been saddened by it. But Callie was only three years old, and the only thing she knew was that her mommy didn't love her anymore.
Well of course Mommy hadn't just come right out and said it, but after Gramma and Poppy's "accident" Mommy had just stopped caring. All of Mommy's pretty flowers had died months ago, but they were still there in the vase. The mildew on the tiles in the kitchen made it smell funny, and the garbage was piling up... Daddy was gone more and more...
Callie wished things could go back to normal, wished she could see her mommy smile. But Mommy didn't have any smiles left for Callie, that was all. Callie could remember crying, every night for weeks that her real mommy would come back... wake up... that her real mommy would smile at her and take her outside into the garden...
Callie looked through the window out into the backyard... "We don't have a garden anymoor," she said to herself.
Callie could remember crying, just like she could remember the garden. But that's all it was now- a memory. Callie didn't care about the backyard anymore, or about Mommy, or about anything. She had tried to explain this to her Daddy once. But he had just said that Callie was angry.
But today Callie really wasn't angry. Callie really wasn't sad. Callie really just didn't care. It was Callie's birthday, but NOBODY seemed to care. So Callie didn't care.
About anything.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this computer... and apparently some real estate in Alaska- that one I'm still trying to figure out...
*******The Beginning*******
A sweet little three-bedroom house. A true home... one with love and care and a nice little backyard... a garden in one corner, a swing set in the other. This was where Callie had lived. She wondered what happened to it. All the bushes had grown out of hand. The sun had dried up everything outside. The porch was filled with wasps and spider webs, and you couldn't see through the screen-glass doors anymore.
Callie saw that the bunny didn't have any food. She had felt so sorry for her rabbit, for not being tall enough to get the feed for it, just last week... but now, she just didn't. If she had stopped to wonder why, maybe she would have been saddened by it. But Callie was only three years old, and the only thing she knew was that her mommy didn't love her anymore.
Well of course Mommy hadn't just come right out and said it, but after Gramma and Poppy's "accident" Mommy had just stopped caring. All of Mommy's pretty flowers had died months ago, but they were still there in the vase. The mildew on the tiles in the kitchen made it smell funny, and the garbage was piling up... Daddy was gone more and more...
Callie wished things could go back to normal, wished she could see her mommy smile. But Mommy didn't have any smiles left for Callie, that was all. Callie could remember crying, every night for weeks that her real mommy would come back... wake up... that her real mommy would smile at her and take her outside into the garden...
Callie looked through the window out into the backyard... "We don't have a garden anymoor," she said to herself.
Callie could remember crying, just like she could remember the garden. But that's all it was now- a memory. Callie didn't care about the backyard anymore, or about Mommy, or about anything. She had tried to explain this to her Daddy once. But he had just said that Callie was angry.
But today Callie really wasn't angry. Callie really wasn't sad. Callie really just didn't care. It was Callie's birthday, but NOBODY seemed to care. So Callie didn't care.
About anything.
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