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Enough for Two
The papers told him there would be no rain today. Today was supposed to be sunny, not a cloud in sight. But the papers had lied to him, again. The boy grabbed his newspaper and flung it across his room.
But it's been raining for weeks, why should today of all days be any different? Thought the small, bony boy angrily. He kicked the end of his bed and cursed himself under his breath. He hated when he stubbed his toe, but he liked the look of it. The caretaker down the hall, heard his frustration, so she left her post and went into the kitchens. A few minutes went by before she emerged, a foreboding expression etched all over her face.
The boy in the murky colored clothing, alone in his room, didn't notice the lady peering at him in the doorway. His back was facing the door as scribbled heatedly on a scrap of paper, trying to distract him from his previous thoughts.
The caretaker at the doorframe made a small coughing noise, signaling her presence. Surprised, the boy quickly crumpled the paper and turned around to find the lady in white carrying a small box. Quietly she stepped into the room.
"I have something for you." She said carefully. The boy's face remained emotionless. She was not sure how to continue.
The boy eyed her and box suspiciously, and his eyed lit up ever so slightly. It was impossible to catch.
"Is it in that box?" he asked. The lady nodded lightly and placed the box on his bed in front of him. Again, he stared at if and gingerly reached out to open it. I have been fooled before , he thought. In it, was a small cake, enough for two. On it was a thick layer of white frosting and on that were black words iced into it.
Happy 11th Birthday Tom
Tom looked up at the caretaker, but she had left.
He continued to stare at it for a while, thinking. No, it wasn't the birthday present he wanted, but it was the first he'd ever gotten. Tom never ate the cake. He felt it was a symbol of hope that maybe his next birthday wish would come true. He slid the present under his bed greedily, and climbed into his blankets, waiting for the present he truly wanted. And under his bed, beside his cake, laid the crumpled scrap of paper, forgotten on the floor. On it in messy scribbles it read, over and over:
I want to go home.
Hope you enjoyed it, its a bit sad and short, but hey thats life. oh, thank you soooo much for my first review Solia! Btw, on my profile it does not count how many people are following me correctly, readers have messaged me telling me they are following this story, but its not showing on my counter thingy! so if you are can you please pm me? thank you! oh, and feel free to leave any requests. :)