"Composition" - Fiction
My sophomore year is when Hell opened up and swallowed me whole. I was taken from my parents and put into a co-ed group home in Boston. I've come to realize that my Father is smarter than I ever gave him credit for; he knew what he could and couldn't do, and how or how not he couldn't do it. It's the one thing I take from him, that, and his eyes
My sister initiated contact with me thirteen months ago. She wrote me a book of a letter telling me all the things she's done since we've seen each other. How her life has been since moving in with our Aunt, her schooling, what she wants to do, and how much she needs her sister. It took me five months to write back and make the drive to my aunt's house, where she has been living, two hours away in the South Shore.
I left a few hours earlier than I needed to, and sat in a Dunkin Donuts weighing the pros and cons before getting back in and driving to the address. I sat in front of the house for ten minutes. A blond boy around ten, and a little blond toddler came outside and began playing like I wasn't there. I took one final breath and opened the door, starting my walk past the children and up to the door. It opened before I could knock, I wish they had let me knock.
"Taylor." Her voice was barely audible, and broke in the middle of my name. She was an inch shorter than me, dark brown hair to her shoulders, and my Mother's big brown eyes. They immediately teared up and she conquered me with a bear hug. She kept saying "Oh my God." I was excited, but still had a huge mix of feelings. Gabriella held me until someone else came to the door three minutes later,
"Gabe, let her breathe for Christ's sake." I recognized Elle's voice, but when I looked at her face it shocked me. It looked like she had lost one hundred pounds overnight, her face was sunken in and her hair was covered with a purple bandanna. "Different isn't it?" Elle smiled and motioned us into the house, calling to the kids before closing the door behind her.
My sophomore year is when Hell opened up and swallowed me whole. I was taken from my parents and put into a co-ed group home in Boston. I've come to realize that my Father is smarter than I ever gave him credit for; he knew what he could and couldn't do, and how or how not he couldn't do it. It's the one thing I take from him, that, and his eyes
My sister initiated contact with me thirteen months ago. She wrote me a book of a letter telling me all the things she's done since we've seen each other. How her life has been since moving in with our Aunt, her schooling, what she wants to do, and how much she needs her sister. It took me five months to write back and make the drive to my aunt's house, where she has been living, two hours away in the South Shore.
I left a few hours earlier than I needed to, and sat in a Dunkin Donuts weighing the pros and cons before getting back in and driving to the address. I sat in front of the house for ten minutes. A blond boy around ten, and a little blond toddler came outside and began playing like I wasn't there. I took one final breath and opened the door, starting my walk past the children and up to the door. It opened before I could knock, I wish they had let me knock.
"Taylor." Her voice was barely audible, and broke in the middle of my name. She was an inch shorter than me, dark brown hair to her shoulders, and my Mother's big brown eyes. They immediately teared up and she conquered me with a bear hug. She kept saying "Oh my God." I was excited, but still had a huge mix of feelings. Gabriella held me until someone else came to the door three minutes later,
"Gabe, let her breathe for Christ's sake." I recognized Elle's voice, but when I looked at her face it shocked me. It looked like she had lost one hundred pounds overnight, her face was sunken in and her hair was covered with a purple bandanna. "Different isn't it?" Elle smiled and motioned us into the house, calling to the kids before closing the door behind her.
