Chapter Five

When I woke up I looked at the ceiling for a few minutes. I wondered what had made dad do such a thing. Was it because he didn't like us anymore? Was it because life was getting to complicated? Was he feeling distress? But he was the one who told us to stay strong and never give up? I guess he was a poor example. I guess he didn't stop and think about what exactly he was doing. Humans do that sometimes, where we do something without thinkng about what the impact on other people will be.

Mom came to my doorway and smiled at me. It didn't make me feel much better. I loved her, but it was hard to smile at all when you've seen someone die. "I've got to take you to school, now." Mom explained, "So be ready in 20 minutes."

I got out of bed and threw on a plain black shirt. I had a feeling I was going to wear it for most of the week along with my black pants that were too big for me so I had to throw on a black belt. I brushed through my hair quickly and brushed my teeth and then walked downstairs. I didn't feel hungry, but I ate anyways. Sylvie watched me the whole time. She looked worried, but I ignored it.

"So Sarah, are you ready for school?" Sylvie asked.

Sarah nodded her head vigorously, "Yes! Today we're going on a filed trip to see a play!"

"That's nice." Sylvie asked. "What are you doing, Rose?"

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. She couldn't make me talk yet. I would when I was ready.

At school, I was asked to answer a question in ever class. I still wasn't ready by the time school started, so I just wrote what I had to say on the white board. Most of the teachers rolled their eyes.

My friends even tried to get me to talk. They hugged me and told me it was okay to tell them anything. But I wasn't ready. At least not yet. I nodded and got on the bus headed home.

The End

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