Creative Story
No one ever noticed little Mary Townsend roaming throughout the school hallways, not even the older kids who tortured other young kids on their adventure-filled walk to school. Children with the same features as herself, dingy clothes, ashy legs, nappy and dry hair, chapped lips, nope, Mary never had to hear anyone speak ill upon her. Mary was a quiet girl; she sat in the back of her tattered classroom next to the window looking for a breeze that never came to relieve her of this scorching weather Harlem was dealing out. Despite the obvious accumulated dust on the fans propellers, the teacher had announced earlier that the fans were temporarily out of service, Mary had been attending the school since kindergarten and now was in fifth grade and couldn’t remember a time when the fans did work. By time the school day was over, Mary had sweated off one of those temporary tattoos she found in her apartment last night; “Guaranteed to last for at least two weeks” is what the wrapper said. “Ehh guess its cuz the color of my skin” Mary thought. Mary walked home at a time-consuming pace, since there was no reason to be in such a rush to her overcrowded apartment. On Mary’s walk home she passed some of the most dangerous areas
Mary’s mother Jackie was a struggling woman of the mere age of twenty-six. She had trouble finding work because of her early departure from high school due to pregnancy. She had two different fathers for her two kids, both of whom walked out on her when she couldn’t provide half of the abortion money. She hadn’t ever held a job long enough to even receive a full check; she often made visits to the brothel on the first floor of the apartment, looking for quick cash. Jackie was fired from her last job because of the much-needed attention of Terrell. He couldn’t stay at the children center because Jackie couldn’t afford to send him there, much less provide insurance for his arbitrary seizures. Jackie was in desperate need of money to pay for the medicine Terrell severely needed. Money had been scarce, and it would be a few more days until Jackie’s check came from the government. By time Mary got home, her mother was gone, and Terrell was sleeping. Mary quickly rinsed her body, in the trickling water from the showerhead. Mary knew her mother left for the brothel that night because the lipstick and make-up was left out in front of the living room mirror. Mary suddenly heard a crying coming from her mother’s room. “Terrell is having a seizure!” Mary said to herself. There was no telling when her mother would be back, sometimes she didn’t come home until the next morning with smeared makeup and smelling like men’s cologne. Mary rushed to Terrell; he had apparently vomited, and was now choking on his own throw up. Mary didn’t know what to do aside from pounding on Terrell’s back. For the next few hours, Mary sat there holding her brother rocking side to side. No more vomit, no more choking, no more breathing, Mary held onto her deceased brother. At the tender age of f
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Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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