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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 in her neighborhood, were a night without domestic violence escaping someone's house and ending up in the middle of the street was a surprise. When Mary reached the stairway to her apartment, she stepped aside to rats the size of small puppies that boldly let their presence be known. After walking up the filthy hallway to her apartment, Mary calmly walked into the foul stench of her apartment, which wasn't much cleaner than the hallway, to find her mother sleeping in her bed like she had been when Mary left for school that morning. It's about the end of the month and it's about that time for Mary to go through the process of being a women, she runs off to the bathroom for tissue since her mother couldn't afford any of those newly invented tampons, and Mary's rag had grown old, and was getting unsupportive.


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