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| User: | darkblacknight (1401866) ...into the light of the dark black night
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| Name: | Clarissa Fernandez | |||||||
| Bio: | My mother needed flour. She loved to bake cakes and cookies, all the time, cakes and cookies. So I went to the store, just seven years old with pigtails and more responsibility than any seven year old had ever had. I had the money in my pocket, flour-money and I kept digging into my pocket to make sure it was still there. 50 oorons, 50 oorons burning a hole in my pocket. The store wasn't very far and I had been there many times before with my mother but never alone. My mother was so enthralled in the kitchen she just pushed the 50 oorons into my hand and told me to buy the flour and to be fast because she was running out and she had to mix the next batch together soon. So seven years old I put on my boots and jacket and the 50 oorons in my pocket and run off to the store. The money was still there, I had ensured myself for probably the 100th time on the short way to the store. Then I tripped. Seven years old with 50 oorons in my pocket and I tripped. I hurt my knee and the palm of my left hand but I didn't cry. I got up and I felt in my pocket again and the money was still there and I had to go on because my mother needed the flour. But when I looked around everything had changed. Where there once had been a yellow sky, there was nothing but blue. I didn't recognize anything on the street I was now on. Odd houses and funny looking boxes on wheels all around. I felt in my pocket again and the 50 oorons were still there. I had to get to the store somehow, I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I turned around and thought I could backtrack but then I hear this woman calling my name. She was soon within eyesight but I didn't recognize her. How did she know my name? She came up to me and said she had been looking all over for me because dinner was ready. I was confused and she scolded me for not answering when she called. Then this woman took me by the hand and dragged me with her. She said I was making the whole family wait. Seven years old with 50 oorons in my pocket and a mad woman was abducting me. It has been almost 16 years since that day. 22 years old with 50 oorons in my pocket, the only proof of my previous life. Some day I will get back. I will make it to the store and home with the flour so my mother can get started on the next batch. | |||||||
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