Penguins in the Caribbean, chapter 3
~~Still Zafera's POV.~~
I ran for what seemed like an eternity. I wasn't in a different town. In fact my house was only a few blocks away. I went into my house. I noticed a for sale sign up. Did they not think I was coming back? Did anyone even look for me? I pushed those questions aside for now. I walked into the living room...everything was gone. I walked to the middle of the room. There was a picture frame that was broken in the corner. The picture was of me and my family. A tear hit the broken glass I just wiped it away. I took the picture out of the frame and hid it in my pocket.
The door opened. A tall women with her hair back in a tight pony tail came in first and stopped. Then another women fairly short with brownish hair came in after. They both stared disbelievingly at me. They must have been frightened by all the needles imbedded in my skin. The first women who entered dialed 911 on her cell phone. I stood there looking at my empty house. It used to have memories, but now I can't remember them.
I was in the hospital for a long time. I told the doctors to leave the needles under my fingernails alone, they didn't hurt and I thought they looked cool. They found nothing wrong with letting me keep them so. I guess something good came out of this experience. It hurt like hell when all the needles where out.
After a few hours I noticed the short women come into the room I was in. She smiled at me "If there is anything you want or need I will do everything in my powers to get it." I smiled at her. Why was she being so nice though?
"My name is Ollie," she rested her hand on my shoulder.
"My name is Zafera." I had trouble talked because I had found out I have a couple broken ribs and a swollen lip.
She smiled again and told me "Since you don't have a home I was wondering if you would like to stay with me...it's only me and my son living in the house.. I was going to get a smaller house because my daughter had just moved out, so there is another room."
I was so happy! No one had ever been so kind to me...except my mom and dad...but they are different they were family. This person I hardly knew and she was giving me soo much. But should I accept this offer? She could be just like that person who kidnapped me...But she seems so nice.
"Thank you so much, I would love to come live with you and your son!" we hugged. When we broke apart I asked "So how old is your son 10...9..8?"
"Oh no he's 17 actually." My heart sank. I would have to be live with someone my age? Somehow I don't think this will work out to well.
I ran for what seemed like an eternity. I wasn't in a different town. In fact my house was only a few blocks away. I went into my house. I noticed a for sale sign up. Did they not think I was coming back? Did anyone even look for me? I pushed those questions aside for now. I walked into the living room...everything was gone. I walked to the middle of the room. There was a picture frame that was broken in the corner. The picture was of me and my family. A tear hit the broken glass I just wiped it away. I took the picture out of the frame and hid it in my pocket.
The door opened. A tall women with her hair back in a tight pony tail came in first and stopped. Then another women fairly short with brownish hair came in after. They both stared disbelievingly at me. They must have been frightened by all the needles imbedded in my skin. The first women who entered dialed 911 on her cell phone. I stood there looking at my empty house. It used to have memories, but now I can't remember them.
I was in the hospital for a long time. I told the doctors to leave the needles under my fingernails alone, they didn't hurt and I thought they looked cool. They found nothing wrong with letting me keep them so. I guess something good came out of this experience. It hurt like hell when all the needles where out.
After a few hours I noticed the short women come into the room I was in. She smiled at me "If there is anything you want or need I will do everything in my powers to get it." I smiled at her. Why was she being so nice though?
"My name is Ollie," she rested her hand on my shoulder.
"My name is Zafera." I had trouble talked because I had found out I have a couple broken ribs and a swollen lip.
She smiled again and told me "Since you don't have a home I was wondering if you would like to stay with me...it's only me and my son living in the house.. I was going to get a smaller house because my daughter had just moved out, so there is another room."
I was so happy! No one had ever been so kind to me...except my mom and dad...but they are different they were family. This person I hardly knew and she was giving me soo much. But should I accept this offer? She could be just like that person who kidnapped me...But she seems so nice.
"Thank you so much, I would love to come live with you and your son!" we hugged. When we broke apart I asked "So how old is your son 10...9..8?"
"Oh no he's 17 actually." My heart sank. I would have to be live with someone my age? Somehow I don't think this will work out to well.
