Chapter 5
July 22, 1888
Dear Diary,
Emily and I have been in England for three days now. Today, we are going downtown to get material so I can make a bag especially for the book her big brother gave her for her birthday. I hope she can pick a material that won't make the book look bad. Maybe a dark purple, or brown color for the bag, since the book is a dark red. It would make a nice contrast. I hope Emmy can make a good decision. Well, I'd better go so we can go before it gets dark. Good-bye, Diary.
~Sarah Rose
Emily lifted her head from the windowsill and looked at her doorframe. Her mother walked by it, looking ready to head to town. She smiled. They weren't leaving for another two days, but Emily was hoping her mother could make that bag before they headed home, so Emily would have something to remind her of England. She pulled her shoes on, straightened her newsie pants and shirt, and rummaged through a drawer for her hairbrush. Quickly running it through her hair, Emily pulled it into a ponytail, pulled on her hat, and smiled.
"Now, whenever momma calls me out."
"Emma? Emma, doll, come on! Let's go! We should head to town before it gets dark," Sarah said, pulling her shawl around her shoulders. Emily wandered out of the room around the corner.
"Alright, mamma," she said. Her and her mother walked out of the house, hand in hand, and headed down the road gray. Her mother stopped, looked both ways, and said, "I'm going to cross the street.when I'm sure it's okay, I'll let you know, and you cross too, alright?"
"Okay, mamma," Emma said, watching her.
She quickly crossed the street. Sarah looked both ways again, and began to call to her daughter. Suddenly, five tall men in black came racing around the corner with knives, followed by many police officers. The guys in black skidded to a halt, turned around, and grabbed Sarah around the shoulders.
"You pigs wouldn't dare come near when we have a hostage, would you?" one guy cried. The police slid to a stop, and Emma froze in horror: her mother's life was in danger. The cops threw their hands into the air and one said, "Hey, we don't want anyone to get hurt. Just let her go, she's not worth it!"
"Don't move! One more step, and I will kill her!" another guy screamed, placing a blade of his knife against Sarah's neck. She frantically looked over at her frightened daughter on the opposite side of the street.
"No you won't, Leonardo! You don't have the guts!" another cop called.
"Do you want to find out firsthand, copper?" Leonardo cried. He tightened his grip on the knife.
"Please, don't hurt me, sir."
"Shut up, lady!" Leonardo said, jerking her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, and took a deep breath to keep calm.
"Mister, please don't hurt my momma," Emily called. Leonardo looked at one of the guys beside him, and said, "Shut her up!" One of the cops' feet slipped, and he stepped forward to catch his balance.which was just the opening Leonardo was waiting for. Licking his lips, he smiled an evil little smile, and chuckled evilly.
"I told you not to move!" he screamed. He pulled his hand away from Sarah's neck, lowered it to her wrists, and slit them, then, using all their power, slammed it through her neck, but not all the way through, so it dangled. Emily finally found her voice, and took a deep breath.
"Mom!!!!!! No!!!!" Emma screamed at the top of her lungs. The cop that slipped ran over to try and hold Emma back as the guys in black took off, but she broke free and ran to her mother's lifeless body.
"Momma! No!! You can't leave me! You promised you never would!!! No!!!" she screamed. Emily punched her mother's arm, and screamed, "You lied to me! You lied to me!.You broke your promise!! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!.mommy." she whispered, as her energy level dropped, and she collapsed in her mothers bloody arms. She was fast asleep, tears still streaming down her cheeks, when on cop carefully picked her up into his arms, and sat down, then placed her in his lap so she could sleep. Shaking his head, he said, "Poor thing. Lost her mother at so young, and even saw it happen. I hate cases like these." Another cop nodded in agreement, as Emily whispered in her sleep, "Mommy.I love you."
July 22, 1888
Dear Diary,
Emily and I have been in England for three days now. Today, we are going downtown to get material so I can make a bag especially for the book her big brother gave her for her birthday. I hope she can pick a material that won't make the book look bad. Maybe a dark purple, or brown color for the bag, since the book is a dark red. It would make a nice contrast. I hope Emmy can make a good decision. Well, I'd better go so we can go before it gets dark. Good-bye, Diary.
~Sarah Rose
Emily lifted her head from the windowsill and looked at her doorframe. Her mother walked by it, looking ready to head to town. She smiled. They weren't leaving for another two days, but Emily was hoping her mother could make that bag before they headed home, so Emily would have something to remind her of England. She pulled her shoes on, straightened her newsie pants and shirt, and rummaged through a drawer for her hairbrush. Quickly running it through her hair, Emily pulled it into a ponytail, pulled on her hat, and smiled.
"Now, whenever momma calls me out."
"Emma? Emma, doll, come on! Let's go! We should head to town before it gets dark," Sarah said, pulling her shawl around her shoulders. Emily wandered out of the room around the corner.
"Alright, mamma," she said. Her and her mother walked out of the house, hand in hand, and headed down the road gray. Her mother stopped, looked both ways, and said, "I'm going to cross the street.when I'm sure it's okay, I'll let you know, and you cross too, alright?"
"Okay, mamma," Emma said, watching her.
She quickly crossed the street. Sarah looked both ways again, and began to call to her daughter. Suddenly, five tall men in black came racing around the corner with knives, followed by many police officers. The guys in black skidded to a halt, turned around, and grabbed Sarah around the shoulders.
"You pigs wouldn't dare come near when we have a hostage, would you?" one guy cried. The police slid to a stop, and Emma froze in horror: her mother's life was in danger. The cops threw their hands into the air and one said, "Hey, we don't want anyone to get hurt. Just let her go, she's not worth it!"
"Don't move! One more step, and I will kill her!" another guy screamed, placing a blade of his knife against Sarah's neck. She frantically looked over at her frightened daughter on the opposite side of the street.
"No you won't, Leonardo! You don't have the guts!" another cop called.
"Do you want to find out firsthand, copper?" Leonardo cried. He tightened his grip on the knife.
"Please, don't hurt me, sir."
"Shut up, lady!" Leonardo said, jerking her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, and took a deep breath to keep calm.
"Mister, please don't hurt my momma," Emily called. Leonardo looked at one of the guys beside him, and said, "Shut her up!" One of the cops' feet slipped, and he stepped forward to catch his balance.which was just the opening Leonardo was waiting for. Licking his lips, he smiled an evil little smile, and chuckled evilly.
"I told you not to move!" he screamed. He pulled his hand away from Sarah's neck, lowered it to her wrists, and slit them, then, using all their power, slammed it through her neck, but not all the way through, so it dangled. Emily finally found her voice, and took a deep breath.
"Mom!!!!!! No!!!!" Emma screamed at the top of her lungs. The cop that slipped ran over to try and hold Emma back as the guys in black took off, but she broke free and ran to her mother's lifeless body.
"Momma! No!! You can't leave me! You promised you never would!!! No!!!" she screamed. Emily punched her mother's arm, and screamed, "You lied to me! You lied to me!.You broke your promise!! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!.mommy." she whispered, as her energy level dropped, and she collapsed in her mothers bloody arms. She was fast asleep, tears still streaming down her cheeks, when on cop carefully picked her up into his arms, and sat down, then placed her in his lap so she could sleep. Shaking his head, he said, "Poor thing. Lost her mother at so young, and even saw it happen. I hate cases like these." Another cop nodded in agreement, as Emily whispered in her sleep, "Mommy.I love you."
